<?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-6312989</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:46:34.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spawning Ground</title><subtitle type='html'>Okay, this is it.  This is me.  All of it.  All my ideas, all my thoughts will be given life here.  Everything is and will be true.  I REALLY don't mean to hurt ANYONE but if I do I'm sorry but I really do mean it.  So I hope everyone enjoys reading about my random acts of idiocy and before I forget "BIG UPS TO MY PEEPS: NA-K-OLE (#1 on my list), DANIEL, SKOTT, JUAN, AND ALLAN!!!!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spawningground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spawningground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619909500138320451</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312989.post-107422073126014417</id><published>2004-01-15T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:40:44.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nacole! Where's that skin, yo?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And can I not remember my user name...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back and more serious than a myocardial infarction. Okay, I wanna start with a RANDOM ACT OF IDIOCY today because I realized I'm gonna need some help. I can't keep finding these really funny and TRUE stories of our fellow students by myself, so if anybody witnesses any really funny act please take the time to pass it on to me and I will publish it as soon as possible. Ok, here goes...sadly this RANDOM ACT OF IDIOCY was done by yours truly. I'm so embarrassed. Today during art, 5th period, I was getting out of my seat and my foot got stuck on one of the chairs. As I started to walk I realized &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; wasn't moving forward but the floor was rushing up at me. I fell like a really heavy board, onto a nearby desk with my hands barely saving me. Everyone was pretty nice about it though, they stopped what they were doing, looked at me and LAUGHED...!!:(&lt;br /&gt;   Moving on...I've been thinking about doing something really crazy lately, you know, but I'm not sure what to do. I told Nacole that I felt like piercing something, but what and if I do will that make me feel better. I need to make a really drastic change or else I'll go crazy soon. If I knew how to do it I would make a poll regarding all the crazy things I should do so I could get some kind of general opinion, but I don't know how because I am lame, and anyway I don't think anyone has been to my blog yet anyway. You guys suck!! I might post again tonight or sometime later but I gotta go my homework is just begging to be done...Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312989-107422073126014417?l=spawningground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default/107422073126014417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default/107422073126014417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spawningground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422073126014417' title=''/><author><name>Dion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619909500138320451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312989.post-107405698761407295</id><published>2004-01-13T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:11:38.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, help me! I almost forgot. My random act of idiocy. Story. These events go together. I call it "That's a spicy meatball" Okay, first my friend, who shall, remain anonymous, was eating spaghetti and meatballs with Ragu pasta sauce then she sneezed pasta sauce out of her nose! Apparently, this action was so repulsive it made her friend spew vomit from HER nose! True story! Alright, that's it. But before I go I have a confession. Recently, I have develped, actually redeveloped a slight crush on someone and it may not be the person that you think. More information to come...if you're lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312989-107405698761407295?l=spawningground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default/107405698761407295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default/107405698761407295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spawningground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107405698761407295' title=''/><author><name>Dion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619909500138320451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312989.post-107405596129966729</id><published>2004-01-13T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T20:54:31.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, the latest. I really don't understand what's been going on lately. Are things bound for a change again? Check this out. First, Nacole mysteriously disappears for a couple of days only leaving everyone with lame excuses about where she's been. Aaron didn't know where she was, neither did Sara or Juan, and surprisingly, not even Daniel! Apparently, she was at school yesterday but only for fifth period. Weird. So when she finally comes to school today she decides to have everyone come over and watch movies at her house. Last night Nacole, Allan, and I talked until 11 trying to plan the whole thing out. Daniel was kind of in and out of the conversation. Anyway, nothing at all gets done and today at school we still were undecided even though some of us knew exactly what was going to happen. Daniel would only go on the condition that Ili would be able to go it wasn't a big deal until it was a &lt;strong&gt;big deal&lt;/strong&gt;. Honestly, I was very tired and by the time I got home it was pretty late, and besides I did the math and figured Daniel+Ili+Nacole=not good. So I decided to stay at home.  Allan was not well and so everyone gets mad at me. Nacole is never gonna speak to me, and Daniel starts calling me names in spanish. Whateva.&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting really irritating and I'm practically begging for a way out of the situation. I've found other people to hang out with outside of school and recently my free time and attention has been going to them. They're a little older which is cool, because we seem to get a long really well since I'm so mature and all :) There's no friction and none of that love/hate crap going on. ENOUGH PLEASE! The only thing I wanna do now is relax. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312989-107405596129966729?l=spawningground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default/107405596129966729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default/107405596129966729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spawningground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107405596129966729' title=''/><author><name>Dion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619909500138320451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312989.post-107379534804082974</id><published>2004-01-10T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T20:29:28.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. my first post...kinda cool. Alright, first order of business:&lt;br /&gt;1. Senior Ball&lt;br /&gt;       Tonight is/was senior ball. Right now as I'm typing this, everyone is having a good time, hopefully. I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; everyone to have a good time. "But why didn't you go Dion? You are sooo cool" I hear you say. Well the honest truth is that I didn't want to go. I choose not to participate in things like that ever since...ninth grade I think? Yeah...Long story, maybe some other day. I went to Homecoming only because I looked at it as a night out with friends. I don't wanna be a third wheel and definitely not a fifth and I definitely don't want to be paired up with a spare tire whom I don't even know, Juan and Sara! Anyway that's that for that! On to the next:&lt;br /&gt;2. The College Bound!&lt;br /&gt;    You guys Im really proud of you! Everyone. It's cool to see Skott wearing his sweater. He may be nervous about everything but I know he'll get in. I can't wait to be excited for him. Daniel, I hope you know you're building me a house, or at least a sturdy shack or i guess you can engineer stuff if you want. Juan it'll be cool to see you as a college guy. I bet you'll totally get into drinking and stuff. Maybe even end up flat on your face in your own vomit at a party!! Na-k-ole if you're really serious about enlisting in the military you better not die. I HATE dressing up, especially in black. I have plans of my own, some of you already know. But I'm really scared! This month I have to have my portfolio ready and sent in a while. The acceptance rate for CalArts is only 34% and at other schools its no different. If I can just get accepted at the summer program 1st it should be easier to get in...right? I'm freaking myself out. Next!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Chris Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;    Thursday was sooo much fun! Chris B. and i talked for a really long time about &lt;em&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/em&gt; and stuff. It was funny because he was REALLY excited about it. I didn't know he was that big of a fan. Crazy. We talked from the beginning of lunch right to the end of it. It reminded me of Oxnard when Nick and Max and I would talk about games and stuff. It was really fun. One time Nick had a pretty funny dream, but it wouldn't be funny now. Man! Chris is sooo cool! Alright I think I'm gonna hit the sack for tonight, BUT i have LOTS more to say so tune in next time for another exciting episode of &lt;strong&gt;Random Acts of Idiocy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312989-107379534804082974?l=spawningground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default/107379534804082974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312989/posts/default/107379534804082974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spawningground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107379534804082974' title=''/><author><name>Dion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619909500138320451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
