<?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-7566809697087345092</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:44:59.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nikkiSCAPE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566809697087345092.post-4488301756061462916</id><published>2009-05-08T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:58:36.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shazam!</title><content type='html'>I got a camera for DC. It's purple. I also got an iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also people are so f***ing stupid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-4488301756061462916?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4488301756061462916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=4488301756061462916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4488301756061462916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4488301756061462916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/05/shazam.html' title='Shazam!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-1604454947588277079</id><published>2009-05-06T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:28:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to write... I just feel like listening to music right now. I really like Paparazzi by Lady GaGa. So sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-1604454947588277079?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1604454947588277079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=1604454947588277079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1604454947588277079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1604454947588277079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-3984055601253902023</id><published>2009-05-05T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:21:11.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>I was bored, so I was reading some crap online, and eventually got to horoscopes. I clicked on the libra horoscope, and it (basically) said: Love is not going to some spontaneously. And that's exactly what I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares the shit out of me when that happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-3984055601253902023?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3984055601253902023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=3984055601253902023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/3984055601253902023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/3984055601253902023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/05/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-8613533057120475756</id><published>2009-05-04T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:56:57.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington D.C.</title><content type='html'>I'm excited for the Washington D.C. trip. I was 8th on the alternate list, so I was thinking I wouldn't get to go, but enough chaperones dropped out so that everyone gets to. I might get a camera and/or and ipod for the trip. I think I'll definitely get the camera, but i dunno about the ipod. Hopefully? :) A decent camera is fairly expensive though. I know a camera would be more worth it, but what the heck am I going to do on a 14 hour bus ride without a scrap of music? Given, my friends will have ipods, but still. None of us have the exact same taste in music. Whatevs, I'll find some way to entertain myself (sleep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-8613533057120475756?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/8613533057120475756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=8613533057120475756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/8613533057120475756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/8613533057120475756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/05/washington-dc.html' title='Washington D.C.'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-1753247520930839724</id><published>2009-05-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:34:02.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHA-WING</title><content type='html'>Of course 2 days after I said I'd post every day, I finally post again :P Okay, I was srslydood tired on Friday. I dont remember why I didn't post yesterday... I'm lazy, I s'pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to visit KK yesterday. I'll just wait until next week. I still need to harvest cherries... D: I'm reading two good books. Which makes me happy. I've been reading the Clique books lately as well, though I don't know why. If I met anyone like that in real life I would slap them across the face and punch them in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder about random stuff... Like this one day I wondered if I was insane. No real reason, I just wondered. Cuz you wouldn't really know if you were. If you did, you wouldn't be crazy. Maybe I'm crazy for wondering if I could be crazy for no reason. I also wonder if my brain might be on a different wavelength or something. For some reason I just think I think differently from most people. I'm probably just imagining things xD also i remember the randomest shit. Like that one day when I tried to decide if I was crazy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't track me down and put my in an asylum plz. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-1753247520930839724?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1753247520930839724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=1753247520930839724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1753247520930839724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1753247520930839724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/05/sha-wing.html' title='SHA-WING'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-4101534393049650493</id><published>2009-04-30T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:16:59.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking I might start writing in this every day again... if I can remember. Hopefully I'll be able to keep it up longer this time. I'll try to beat my last streak :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all, I'M TIRED. Sooo tired. I had a track meet. I didn't even run anything long distance, and I still feel like I could sleep for a month. I ran the shuttle hurdle relay, 4 by 200, and 4 by 100. I wish our anchor person had been different. We would have gotten first, I'm sure, if it had been me or my friend. But it was someone else, who wasn't the best sprinter. They're good at 400s, maybe 200s, I don't know. Not 100s though. They're just not as good as moving their legs as fast. Which is just fine, I suck at distance. I'd like to try a 400 though... But I didn't pass that other girl and hand off the baton to my teammate so she could undo the work I did! I guess that sounds too harsh. I wish I had run harder, and gotten the baton to her sooner. The other team passed us in the last 10 meters! gaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my hair cut and it looks purdy :{P OMG IT HAS A MUSTACHE! I'm using that smiley now. Awwwl the time :{D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-4101534393049650493?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4101534393049650493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=4101534393049650493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4101534393049650493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4101534393049650493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/04/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-2767061245106554029</id><published>2009-02-25T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:35:42.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>We started volleyball about 2 weeks ago. It's been great so far. Our 7th graders start volleyball in the spring because our coach doesn't like how most 7th grade games are just hitting the ball to the other side with little or no technique or skill. So its basically like a volleyball camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are pretty good and can bump, set, serve, and downball/spike pretty well. I'm a decent bumper, a mediocre setter (for some reason I always forget to put my hands around the ball, not behind it), a good server, and a good spiker. But given most of us are short, we don't spike all that well. I can get it over the net only because I'm a good jumper. I'm still working on making it go down, not across the court, but most of us are. Volleyball be fun :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-2767061245106554029?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/2767061245106554029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=2767061245106554029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/2767061245106554029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/2767061245106554029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/02/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-4304314404202391596</id><published>2009-01-05T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:35:46.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alarm clock</title><content type='html'>I'm not a morning person, and my alarm clock is loud because I always think quieter ones are part of my dream. Some of them just slowly wake me up, and some don't at all. My alarm clock is the only one that wakes me up almost right away. Its got a freaking speaker. Its soft setting (which I have it on) is super loud by normal standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is the opposite of me (and basically the rest of our family), and actually hears things. So my alarm clock wakes her up. And she doesn't like when I set my alarm clock. My brother doesn't seem to know how to set his, it goes off when he's not even home. I think she thinks I have the same problem. I set mine up like 1/2 hour before I want to get up because, as I said before, I'm not a morning person, and I like to hit snooze a bazillion times. This bugs her too. So I'm going to have to actually wake up when my alarm goes off. I hate getting up so much... but once I'm up I'm fine. Try telling me that when I'm all snuggled in my sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't NEED to get up this early. I have a 2 hour delay. I wanted to get up at the normal time for two reasons. 1) 2 hour delays feel like normal school days when I'm not up to appreciate not going to class. 2) If I shut my alarm off then fall asleep (which I tend to do) it won't matter as much as a normal day. Mostly reason number one though. I like having free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-4304314404202391596?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4304314404202391596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=4304314404202391596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4304314404202391596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4304314404202391596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/01/alarm-clock.html' title='Alarm clock'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-1148618890149008275</id><published>2009-01-02T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:51:22.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillaxin</title><content type='html'>I'm sad that Christmas break is going to be over in just 3 short days... I'm sorry but I still hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been doing nothing (I am a bum, I know) I don't really have anything to write about. I do want to write something worth reading, though. All I've been doing lately is ranting. Ooooh I have a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was giving me a ride back from tumbling, and we stopped for ice cream and her dad gave us a handful of change to pay for it. "So you just have a bag of Obama, then?" I asked. He laughed but my friend didn't get it until I explained it. "We should write a book of sayings, because we always come up with stupid sayings. Like Paige with 'like a butter on a corn'" she said. "Yeah, we'll be bigger than Mcdonalds!" "No, bigger than the people who eat Mcdonalds!" "We're putting that one in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more stupid conversations. If I had told that story in person I would have been saying "and she was like... and then I was like..." but I figured that gets a bit more annoying when you're reading it than when you're hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That still wasn't worth reading :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-1148618890149008275?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1148618890149008275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=1148618890149008275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1148618890149008275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1148618890149008275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/01/chillaxin.html' title='Chillaxin'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-5495329012356161848</id><published>2009-01-01T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:31:02.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I slept in too late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one new year's resolution, and that's to get better at basketball. I'm a newb so I'm kind of not very good compared to my friends who have been playing it since kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I'm sure they'll make us write more at school, and even if its not really resolutions it'll probably be goals. Ugh. Since the beginning of the school year they've been asking us to write down goals. School related goals most of the time. I do fine in all of my classes. I get straight A's, and i don't give a rats ass if it's an A-, A, or A+. What the heck am I supposed to work on? Why would I make it a goal to pay more attention if I so obviously don't need to? I know that there's always room for improvement, but I've never stressed over school and I do fine, so why would I start? Why would I work just to improve that teeny weeny little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh. To be honest, I'm kind of curious to see what this year will bring. Not worried that something bad will happen or excited that something good will happen... just curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-5495329012356161848?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5495329012356161848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=5495329012356161848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/5495329012356161848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/5495329012356161848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-867885051140750383</id><published>2008-12-31T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:41:29.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney channel</title><content type='html'>I have two words for the Disney channel: EFF YOU. Go die would work too. I hate the Disney channel so much. Everything that comes from that place is either mediocre or pure failure. Hannah Montana: sings generic pop music written by adults. Can sing ok, but not amazing. Back in my old town, I was talking to some of my gymnastics friends, and this was how the conversation went. "Blah blah blah Hannah Montana's new album, Nikki what do you think?" "I don't like Hannah Montana..." "WHAT HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE HANNAH MONTANA?" Is it so wrong for me not to like generic pop music? I'm sorry, but compared to the amazing popstar you see her to be, she sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the Disney channel shows suck. Bad actors, bad plots, bad everything. The Disney channel is popular, they should be able to afford decent actors. I can't stand their shows for more than five minutes, they're terrible! Have you noticed how the Disney channel only has commercials about themselves? That's because they don't want kids to realize that some shows are actually good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would Disney switch from classics like Bambi, Aristocats, and Beauty and the Beast to The Suite Life of Zac and Cody? Compare them. Compared to any decent show or movie, the Suite Life makes me want to throw up. But Bambi? Part of me dies every time I flip past the Disney channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really important that the Disney channel's terrible, but I just can't stand how those shows are the modern Bugs Bunny. Bugs Bunny pwns, by the way. I don't care what 10 year olds think, That's So Raven will never be as good as Bugs Bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-867885051140750383?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/867885051140750383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=867885051140750383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/867885051140750383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/867885051140750383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/12/disney-channel.html' title='Disney channel'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-8072233134414502666</id><published>2008-12-28T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:14:08.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrg!</title><content type='html'>I was working on this picture with photoshop elements, and it froze up! The rest of my computer worked fine, and I could edit the picure still, but I couldn't press close or file or anything. So I lost all of that work and it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a post, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-8072233134414502666?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/8072233134414502666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=8072233134414502666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/8072233134414502666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/8072233134414502666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/12/arrg.html' title='Arrg!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-8186274507772322403</id><published>2008-12-26T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:55:37.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial Snowmen</title><content type='html'>Well I got Animal Crossing City Folk for Christmas, and it's great. Not too different from Wild World (except for the city), but its good. The snowmen complain if their heads not perfect. I wonder how I made such good snowmen before? I know I just guessed at the size of their head and didn't pay attention to if the head went on straight, and they gave me furniture all the time for making them so perfect. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got these AMAZING pajama pants, They're so soft! I don't want to take them off. Then theres this delicious smelling body spray. Cucumber melon. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaay Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-8186274507772322403?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/8186274507772322403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=8186274507772322403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/8186274507772322403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/8186274507772322403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/12/superficial-snowmen.html' title='Superficial Snowmen'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-4693244606195485865</id><published>2008-12-21T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:00:21.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timmy</title><content type='html'>Timmy is so cute! He and Amy were napping on my brother's bed, and I picked them up and carried them out into the living room. Amy jumped out of my arms and landed, but Timmy just spilled out on his back. And he just sat like that. He's so lazy... He's going to be the fattest cat ever, but at least he's cuddly and sweet &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm talking about my cats, btw)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-4693244606195485865?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4693244606195485865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=4693244606195485865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4693244606195485865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4693244606195485865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/12/timmy.html' title='Timmy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-828262711427766205</id><published>2008-12-21T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:17:52.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking...</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no idea what I want to do for a living. What I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to be is an artist, but lately as I've been working on little doodles, just fun stuff, I feel pressured to do better. My skills now won't get me anywhere, and that just stresses me out. I know I have years to improve, but it still bugs me. So I decided to throw that career out for now, maybe I'll feel more relaxed, and i think if I'm relaxed, I'll improve better since I'm focusing on what I need to do to improve and practicing instead of how terrible the piece I'm working on is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always figured I'd want a backup plan, and that was to be a teacher. I don't remember why I came to this conclusion. Thinking about it now, I realize I'd be a terrible teacher. I'm quiet and I have a short temper. This would be me as a teacher after my patience is worn down by stupid kids "Can I go to the bathroom" "STOP ASKING ME THAT. SIT THE F&amp;amp;!@ DOWN. Now our lesson today... (mumble mumble)" I get good enough grades to be a doctor... Maybe a medicinal doctor... I don't know. Huh... that's something to consider. I don't think I'd totally hate it... I might change my mind after thinking about it more thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I'd like to be a writer. I have one problem with that... I can always think of little parts of a story, like frosting. But I can't ever think of a main plot, like cake. Frosting is no good without cake. Or cookies, if you like shorter stories. Unless you're my brother. (Once he scooped a spoonful of tartersauce and ate it thinking it was frosting. He stopped eating spoonfuls of frosting since then) Usually I have this impulse to write when I'm reading a really good book, usually about or with a character that would like to be an author. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but not knowing what I want to do with my life just scares the crap out of me. I'm relaxing now though. I think a doctor would be a pretty good job for me... Not a surgeon though. I'm a bit squeamish. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-828262711427766205?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/828262711427766205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=828262711427766205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/828262711427766205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/828262711427766205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-7322691871884964566</id><published>2008-12-11T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:22:42.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LGHASKLJFKLDA</title><content type='html'>I'm very happy with my improvement as far as my art skills go. Unfortunately, my scanner is broke. I can still sketch digitally, but I honestly prefer pencil and paper for that. :/ So I'm afraid I'm going to have to resort to taking photos of my traditional work. I don't know if it'll work, but it should be ok for digital inking. And obviously if it's inked its colorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, though. There's a downside to every pleasure. And I'm not talking about the practice it took to get to where I am. I am by no means saying I'm excellent, but I think I am much better than I could have been. Anyway, we're doing concrete poems in language, which requires drawing a picture (the words flow along the drawing in a line). I drew mine of a hot cocoa mug, as that was what the poem was about. The person next to me is constantly asking me how to draw this and that, and to help her. At first I have no problem with that, but she practically wants me to draw her picture. And I'm like "Uh, I have to draw my picture too..." Plus I had to redraw mine because we need to do it horizontally, apparently. I did mine vertically because a mug of hot cocoa generally looks better vertical, and takes up more space on a rectangle-shaped piece of paper. But nooo. And she's still bugging me! I'm writing my words, and she's sitting there saying "are you done yet? are you done yet?" Apparently she can't do her own work. It's too haaaarrrrd. She doesn't know hoooowwwww. (more whining) She also has taken ideas from the examples for a project in reading, and she got her poem idea from the Night Before Christmas. She started with that, but the teacher said not to do parodies. So she just started with 'It was the night before Christmas...' and didn't even try to think of a decent topic. I think she has some serious creativity issues or she's just lazy. I don't like her. She's ok to talk to, but she talks like a baby. I did use her pens to make my assignment book plaid this week though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for a new template, how about you? I'll save this one for another time though, I like it a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-7322691871884964566?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/7322691871884964566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=7322691871884964566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/7322691871884964566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/7322691871884964566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-very-happy-with-my-improvement-as.html' title='LGHASKLJFKLDA'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-4695998615764335152</id><published>2008-12-07T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:57:44.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>Why is it a girl color? I honestly don't get it. It's just a color! And people hate it because it's a girly/preppy/whatever color. You know what I think? Shut up, it's a color. You either like it or you don't. You don't have to love black if you're emo and love pink if you're a girly girl. How about you like what you actually like? You don't have to hang out with the people who have good close and spend all their time gossiping if you're girly. You don't have to wear extreme amounts of eyeliner and dye your hair black if you don't fit in. Why the hell can't people be themselves? If you like a song, listen to it. If you like a shirt, wear it. Screw everyone else. How is that so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends has started hanging out with the emo-ish group in my school. It's fine, she still talks to me, but a lot of my friends don't like her because she's loud. And yeah, she's loud and a little annoying, but that's not a reason to talk crap about her all the time. Anyway, I don't know why she's hanging out with them. They're losers and brats. Well, most of them. I like a couple of them. But the rest are japophiles, twilight obsessors, or just plain annoying. Or they think they're emo even though they're clearly not depressed and are only acting that way because they have something against being cool. The only reason anyone is cool is because they're fun to talk to. You can 100% be yourself and be cool. I'm part of that crowd, and I am totally happy. I look forward to seeing all of my friends, I don't dislike any of them. I only do what I like and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-4695998615764335152?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4695998615764335152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=4695998615764335152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4695998615764335152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4695998615764335152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/12/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-4202963318629027453</id><published>2008-11-16T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:13:02.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEORY TIME: Deer</title><content type='html'>I have a theory on WHY WE KEEP HITTING DEER. We don't hit squirrels and dogs and whatever else as much as we hit deer; where I live, anyway. You might say that's only because we squirrels are small and don't dent our cars. Well, there would be a lot more dead squirrels spattering the roads if we hit squirrels as much as we hit deer. This is my theory: DEER ARE SUICIDE 'BOMBERS'. Screw the Middle East! It's deer we need to worry about. Notice how they wait in the ditch, right where you can't see them, especially at night, which is exactly when deer come out. Then right as you're driving by, BOOM. And endless swearing from the whoever is driving. Either that, or they're just the stupidest animals alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the first suggestion is the most likely :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-4202963318629027453?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4202963318629027453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=4202963318629027453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4202963318629027453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4202963318629027453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/11/theory-time-deer.html' title='THEORY TIME: Deer'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-319558662733870088</id><published>2008-09-08T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:57:35.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa</title><content type='html'>Kay I haven't updated in a billion million years. I'M A VAMPIRE. *cough* not really. Time for srz bizniss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finished my 'secret project'. It's my webbie! &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/shourudesigns" target="_new"&gt;Shouru Designs&lt;/a&gt; Tell me what you think. Post it there though, please :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand... I am so effing sick of language classes. SUBJECT AND PREDICATE. I am in seventh grade, for goodness's sake, if I don't know what subject and predicate is by now I'll never learn it so condemn me useless and kick me out of school. If it takes you over five years to learn something as simple as subject and predicate you'll never learn anything in time to actually do something with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I'm being a bit harsh. But honestly. I would really really really like the last several years worth of language classes of my life back now please. You owe me, and I want my moneys. QUIT WASTING MY TIME. If I have to sit in school, if I'm going to be using the paper that the environmentalists love so much, if I'm going to force myself to listen to these people, I would like to LEARN something. Quit telling me what I already know! In earlier years I was optimistic, thinking that it would get more difficult over the years, and just be grateful that I wasn't chained to my book trying to pass. But now, I would rather be toasting my brain to death actually thinking than letting it rot this way. Give me something &lt;i&gt;difficult&lt;/i&gt;. The ONE person in the entire school who actually wants to learn something (because that's exactly what school is for. If I'm going to spend 7 hours a day in that hell hole I want to get what I went in there to get) and they make everything too damn easy! Excuse my language but REALLY. I'M PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I have to vent somewhere. Preferably not to people who don't want to hear it. People don't necessarily have to read what I write, so I can just pretend somebody actually read what I wrote, even if no one did. It relieves stress. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-319558662733870088?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/319558662733870088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=319558662733870088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/319558662733870088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/319558662733870088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoa.html' title='whoa'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-8912697995012974294</id><published>2008-08-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:12:20.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats up?</title><content type='html'>Soooo... I haven't updated for a while. Well, first of all, I started school. No comment, really. It's school, whatever. I don't struggle with grades or anything, I have no problem with it except that it's boring as hell. That's just the way it is, though, I'll live. More excitingly, I went to House Bunny with a couple of my friends. it was funneh :3 I found this tutorial, well a lot of tutorials actually, that help with anatomy and such. I was looking for something like that. I want to make a cat fursona, but every time I draw a cat it ends up looking messed up. Well, from the side anyway. I can draw their faces (facing forward) and sitting cats (facing forward) pretty well, but not from the side. The reason I'm better at those is because I looked at references and paid attention to their anatomy, lol. The tutorials suggest that beginners start with humans, not animals, so I have a human sketch done. I'll upload it on my deviantart later, and you can see it if you want. Not yet, thought. I might have to ink it first, because my scanner always brings out the ugliest eraser marks in every sketch. Eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-8912697995012974294?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/8912697995012974294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=8912697995012974294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/8912697995012974294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/8912697995012974294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-up.html' title='whats up?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-7788709857963472332</id><published>2008-08-16T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:38:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE</title><content type='html'>Nebraska was great. Jade seems to love my grandma's house, she already thinks she owns it. We went shopping for a dress for me for my cousin's wedding, and we chose the first dress I tried on and didn't look any more xD It's pretty! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got Eclipse and Breaking Dawn, so now I have all of the Twilight books. I finished Breaking dawn today at... 12:24 am. I EFFING LOVED IT. I kept pronouncing Renesmee ruh-nez-me, when it's ruh-nez-may. Whatever though. The books stand out on my bookshelf. Most of my books are dull oranges, blues, reds, greens, whatever. These are shiny and black. It's like "LOOKIT ME. LOOKIT ME. WE'RE THE BEST F-ING BOOKS ON THIS SHELF AND WE KNOW IT." And they're right. So that was why I hadn't gotten on the computer for 2 days. Well, 4, but that was because I was in Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly couldn't be happier right now. Well, maybe I could, but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-7788709857963472332?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/7788709857963472332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=7788709857963472332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/7788709857963472332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/7788709857963472332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/done.html' title='DONE'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-4324985936807550776</id><published>2008-08-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:54:19.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a pain in the butt. We had to get registered for school. Getting registered wasn't really the problem, but we decided to stop to get the papers so my brother could get his school permit. We had to run to the DOT's office, then to the school to get something signed, and it was just a hassle. Plus, when my parents would ask my brother questions, like "Is it a paper test or do you have to drive?" he would spazz out and say "I don't know!!!!" like they were mad at him. That annoys me so much. Every time you ask him a question or get angry, he spazzes. And that just makes things worse. It's like he thinks it's his fault or something. Like he doesn't want anybody to be mad, ever. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to go visit relatives. We're taking Jade (one of the kittens) to my grandma. My cousin is getting married, and my other cousin and I have to light candles, so we're shopping for dresses too. I'm not getting back until Wednesday. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-4324985936807550776?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4324985936807550776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=4324985936807550776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4324985936807550776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4324985936807550776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-1878085691030262524</id><published>2008-08-09T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:17:02.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently working on a project, I'm not telling anybody though. Well, I told &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; person. It's mostly for myself, but I'm still proud of it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what it is, because I won't tell ;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-1878085691030262524?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1878085691030262524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=1878085691030262524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1878085691030262524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1878085691030262524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/project.html' title='Project!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-4109007450715361192</id><published>2008-08-08T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:48:25.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding my nose</title><content type='html'>My cat (or, more accurately, my grandmas cat) Jade keeps going in front of the screen and pawing at the words I'm typing or the mouse. She's cute x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is being stupid behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other brother had a few of his friends over. They all smell bad. Oddly, my cat Timmy was stuffing his face into their shoes. That's kind of a weird thing he does, I don't know why. Anyway, they're all gone now, but I'm going to all out febreeze the basement. They all smell like cigarette smoke and sweat and men's deodorant. The kind that's really strong and stings your nose. I'm extremely happy they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell my other brother that I will &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; let him on the computer and I will &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; help him unroll himself from the rug. I will also &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; solve a side on a Rubix cube. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-4109007450715361192?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4109007450715361192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=4109007450715361192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4109007450715361192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/4109007450715361192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/holding-my-nose.html' title='Holding my nose'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-425625716114082732</id><published>2008-08-07T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:18:37.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout!</title><content type='html'>Yep, new layout. I dunno, the other one was great, but I don't think it was really my style... Anyway, I saved it, so if I want it again, I can get it. :D What do you guys think of this new one? I need to re-add the tag board, and I'm taking my playlist off of that post and putting it off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me we have a raccoon problem. Her neighbor's cat got killed :( I would be worried about my cats, but we lock them in the garage at night. Even if we didn't, they could hold their own. There's 3 of them (we're giving one to my grandma though) and they're all pretty good fighters. Ugh, they'd probably put the dead raccoon on the front step too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb cats xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-425625716114082732?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/425625716114082732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=425625716114082732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/425625716114082732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/425625716114082732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-567140726570025910</id><published>2008-08-07T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:19:04.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist!</title><content type='html'>I got a playlist. I've been trying to do this all day, but all of the other playlist sites don't work with Blogger, I guess. This one looks coolest anyway. I'm going to put it in my profile ;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-567140726570025910?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/567140726570025910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=567140726570025910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/567140726570025910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/567140726570025910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/nikkiscape.html' title='Playlist!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-1457016808929691913</id><published>2008-08-05T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:06:55.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick</title><content type='html'>I just don't get it. Why would anyone smoke? I mean, you have to force yourself to get addicted, nobody likes their first cigarette. So why start? The whole 'it's cool' thing is stupid. Honestly, the people around you shouldn't effect you so much. I mean, even with positive things, you want to be yourself a little bit. Don't totally follow in other people's footsteps, leave your own mark, you know? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking and drugs and alcohol frustrate me a lot. I guess the reason is because my brother smokes, and he's a total butt about it. Have you heard of the battery powered cigarette's? Basically, they simulate cigarettes almost perfectly (or so I've heard), and emit water vapor instead of... well, cancer. But my brother gives me a ton of bullcrap about how it's people trying to save the environment and an attempt to make people healthy and blah blah blah. Personally, I think some people do go overboard with the environment and health (like Lewis Black said, if you worry about your health, well, you're gonna get effing sick, aren't you?) I don't see why you suddenly become a health nut when you decide you don't want to give yourself stained teeth, wrinkles, cancer, and the like. I mean, what's so bad about taking care of yourself? Honestly, my brother is a total idiot. He thinks he's totally right and logical and smart all the time, but truthfully he just twists things so he looks smart and logical. I can't wait until he goes back to college, he's such a pain to live with... -.-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit;; I'm not talking about the brother that inhales cereal in the previous post. He's awesome, but he does annoying things like inhaling cereal xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-1457016808929691913?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1457016808929691913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=1457016808929691913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1457016808929691913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/1457016808929691913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/ick.html' title='Ick'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-3580558610141933690</id><published>2008-08-04T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:01:25.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lulz</title><content type='html'>WOMG. I has my cookies! They're just cookies with peanut butter cups in them, but I love them ♥ I love peanut butter cups, so these cookies are perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has been inhaling his cereal. It's kind of disgusting, they way he slurps it up... &lt;i&gt;SCHHHHHHHHHH-LURP! SCHHHHHHHH-LURP!&lt;/i&gt; That's honestly what it sounds like. It's gross! I don't understand how he can love cereal so much. He eats it all the time, and half a box in one meal. I hardly ever get any. I eat some for breakfast, and the next day it's all gone. At least he doesn't like Rice Crispies. At least I can eat those at a decent pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to wake up to go to the Y with my mom. I have to run and stuff, because I'm doing cross country... I'm pretty excited, a ton of my friends are doing it. Once my soccer coach asked me if I was going to go out for track or cross country, he thought I have a runner's build. I'm sure that's just what taking 5 years of gymnastics does to you xD I start the 20th, the same day I start school. I can definitely wait for school to start again. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically all that happened today xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-3580558610141933690?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3580558610141933690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=3580558610141933690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/3580558610141933690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/3580558610141933690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/08/lulz.html' title='lulz'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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-7566809697087345092.post-648122276060385822</id><published>2008-07-19T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:58:41.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro!</title><content type='html'>I'm Nikki, or Shouru, whichever you prefer, and welcome to my escape xD This is just a typical blog, I guess. I might give out my crazy opinions sometimes, though, and you might not like it. If I do start ranting, just ignore me. I'm just complaining to nobody, I don't really mean for anybody to read it. If you do read it, and are offended for some reason, just deal with it, ok? For all you know I'm some wacko who escaped from an asylum, and somehow has internet access. Just remember, the internetz is serius bizniss ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have fun reading what I have to say. Or not reading it. Or not having fun. I really don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566809697087345092-648122276060385822?l=nikkiscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/feeds/648122276060385822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566809697087345092&amp;postID=648122276060385822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/648122276060385822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566809697087345092/posts/default/648122276060385822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiscape.blogspot.com/2008/07/intro.html' title='Intro!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844146691249033326</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></feed>
