<?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-8340502734749940666</id><updated>2011-12-30T03:07:21.342-05:00</updated><category term='Best Stuff'/><title type='text'>The thoughts, opinions, and life stories of an almost-clinically-insane teen.</title><subtitle type='html'>The title describes it all! I'm Aurora, I am 15 and proud of it. I love hockey,music, reading and photography. I love older hard rock and punk, but I live for newer heavy metal punk and emo bands. I have 3 younger siblings. I swear in my posts sometimes, and talk about controversial things, so heads up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340502734749940666.post-2215387557911998773</id><published>2010-03-01T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:47:34.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months in 9 sentences</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've fallen severely behind on my blogging. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mini&amp;nbsp;recap of life since I last blogged would go something like this,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I met someone who has slowly wormed his way into being one of the most&amp;nbsp;life changing&amp;nbsp;people I'll ever meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I restarted a bad habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I fell in love in many ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Avalon had yet another brain surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I witnessed history be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I dropped the bad habit again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My "big sister" was diagnosed with bone cancer. For the third time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I made big decisions. Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I found myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its been kinda crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have time to write more right now. But I promise, I will start blogging more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Rora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-2215387557911998773?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2215387557911998773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=2215387557911998773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/2215387557911998773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/2215387557911998773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-months-in-9-sentences.html' title='3 months in 9 sentences'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-5583553394015612344</id><published>2009-12-04T17:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:19:29.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well so here goes. I'm going to spill my guts and be a total girly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat and I had our first real date last night. I can't even begin to tell you how much fun I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Wildlights, at the Columbus Zoo, at like 6, but he had to push back the time because of his paper route. We ended up meeting at like 8:30. The zoo closed at 9, so we just choose one part of the zoo to wander. North America to be exact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and meandered, and made fun of random little flaws of the zoo and people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of nervous, so I told him I was, because I figured it was a good thing to be an honest person (snicker and snort), and that if I got it off my chest it'd be easier. It was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up finding a little bench in North America, overlooking most of the zoo, and all the lights. We could even see and hear the main light show. I've worked at the zoo 2 summers, and I didn't know that bench or place existed. Go figure. We just sat and talked, and enjoyed the view. It was freezing, but I've never felt that warm in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not too long we realized it was 5 mins after close, so we headed back towards the entrance, even closer than we were when we came in. &lt;br /&gt;He drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you read that right, my parents actually condoned me getting in another teenager's car, a guy's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surprised me too.&lt;br /&gt;From my house to the zoo is the easiest drive ever, so I just told him where and when to turn. We chatted even more. Eventually we got to my house. The nerves started up again. &lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention what had happened before we even met up.&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought home a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;In the form of a borrowed shotgun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, A friggin shotgun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;He threatened to use it if Mat got handsy, or if he got bad vibes from him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he threatened to welcome us home by opening the door with it. Thank god for Mom, she kiboshed that. &lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't know if he was going to open the door with it or not, because I didn't know she'd reigned him in. &lt;br /&gt;I had warned Mat about Dad, and the rest of my family, but failed to mention Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my house key somewhere in my room, so we ring the doorbell, and Prince come caterwauling to the door, and slams into it. I giggled and said, “oh yeah, We have a 100+ pound white lab named Prince. He sounds like a killer but he's a real sweetheart.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some grunting, thumping and swearing mom opened the door with one hand on the dog. She proceeded to introduce everyone quickly, then turn back to decorating. (My house is in full Christmas set up mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and mom and dad where asking Mat random questions while they were decorating. &lt;br /&gt;Not too long after we were there, Anam decided he needed to sit between Mat and I. Not on either of our laps, but between us. And he got peeved that we kept holding hands next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one kid comes, the other 2 follow. We ended up with Ambrosia on my lap, Anam between us, and Avalon on Mat's lap. I give him credit, for being a teen guy thats never really been exposed to kids, he handled my family exceptionally well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd gotten home around 9:30, and by 10 the rents and munchkins headed to bed. I figured mom's rule for Chris applied for Mat too, and he could stay till 11, and mom didn't say anything so I decided to kick him out at 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, like the second all family was out of the room, Mat changed how he was sitting and pulled me closer. He likes to cuddle, and be close, I love that. We got comfy and spent the next hour flipping back and forth between a football game and a show we both liked, and talking. I showed him some pictures I had on my school computer, and how my school worked, because he was interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11, I ended up having to kick him out, but then he realized he didn't really know how to get home from here. Dad came down and gave him directions on how to get back to a road he knew. Pretty simple, or so he said. Before he left we talked about hanging out again. He wants to come over all the time. Everyone is ok with that, especially me, but that means I have to be presentable and pretty more often! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bummed though, on the 15th he leaves for Brazil. For a month. I cross my fingers and hope being apart for a month won't be a problem for him. I don't care, so as long as he doesn't, we are good. &lt;br /&gt;He's got a tennis tournament this weekend, that I want to go to, but I can't because of Christmas parties on Sunday, and babysitting sibs on Saturday. He might come over after the tournament on saturday though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got butterflies because for once, I actually trust a guy. After everything that's happened, being cheated on, rejected, lied to, hurt and broken, I finally found a guy that's trustworthy. I just can't even tell you how much I want this to last. &lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm done being a girly spaz. :) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;XOXOX &lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-5583553394015612344?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5583553394015612344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=5583553394015612344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/5583553394015612344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/5583553394015612344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-so-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-3491400212243793076</id><published>2009-11-19T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:39:55.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried. I failed. I</title><content type='html'>I tried.&lt;br&gt;I failed. &lt;br&gt;I tried again. &lt;br&gt;I failed. &lt;br&gt;I almost lost it all.&lt;br&gt;I gave up. &lt;br&gt;Why can&amp;#39;t I move on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-3491400212243793076?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3491400212243793076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=3491400212243793076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/3491400212243793076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/3491400212243793076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tried-i-failed-i.html' title='I tried. I failed. I'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-5742262658831501668</id><published>2009-11-14T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:01:14.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>Alot of things have happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I've changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of not being good enough for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE stopped the bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make myself likable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want sympathy. I don't need sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need distractions. From food, from life, from stress,&amp;nbsp;from everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need people to listen when I need to vent, and not judge me. I need people to just hug me and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a charity case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I act like one sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't treat me as such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-5742262658831501668?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5742262658831501668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=5742262658831501668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/5742262658831501668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/5742262658831501668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340502734749940666.post-9024037292361790608</id><published>2009-10-23T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:40:29.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Stuff'/><title type='text'>Surgeries, responsibilities and Birthday Stuffs</title><content type='html'>This month has been bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as most of you know, Avalon, my youngest sister has to have atleast 2 more brain surgeries, before Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avalon had an Lumbar Puncture on Tuesday the 13th of October. This caused a leak in her spinal column, making her central spinal fluid pressure go way too low, instead of being too high. We did not figure this out until Tuesday night, after she came home. Avalon had to go back to the hospital Thursday the 15th for more tests, to determine what surgeries she will need, and when. The whole time she was at the hospital she felt very bad, and had breathing problems while in with her neurosurgeon, Dr.Kosnik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home midday Thursday, and by 7 p.m. that same day, she was heading back to the hospital to be admitted. She was having chest pains, and severe headaches do to extreme low pressure instead of extreme high pressure for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just came home last night, Thursday the 23rd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes in to the hospital for a PIC line on Wednesday the 28th. A PIC line is a cather placed in her upper arm that runs almost straight into her heart. This is needed because all but 1 of her possible spots to have a vein IV were blown. She has to have atleast 2 possible places to have an IV to be able to have the first surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Kosnik promised Avalon she would be allowed to trick or treat at least once. She will trick or treat on Thursday the 29th, then probably have the first temperal decompression on Friday the 30th. Either she will have it on the 30th, of on Wednesday the 4th, it depends on one of Kosnik's other patients, and his surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that cleared up any kind of confusion I've caused lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on to Responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mom has been in the hospital with avalon recently, I've had alot more responsibilities. I don't hate being more responsible, but it is weird. I feel older. I'm not sure how to take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Birthday stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 15 on november 2nd. I'm very excited but in a way, terrified. Time is flying too quick. I feel like I should be turning 14 instead of 15. I start driving in just over a year. That's scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I'm done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I'll be blogging more often, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-9024037292361790608?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9024037292361790608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=9024037292361790608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/9024037292361790608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/9024037292361790608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/surgeries-responsibilities-and-birthday.html' title='Surgeries, responsibilities and Birthday Stuffs'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-4591940127351393334</id><published>2009-10-17T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:05:54.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_totOJkkBKRA/StlCqRP1XMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j8AeZjcgE4s/s1600-h/1008091204-754778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_totOJkkBKRA/StlCqRP1XMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j8AeZjcgE4s/s320/1008091204-754778.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393415322704633026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Spiders spiders this big should not be allowed to survive unless in captivity. &lt;p&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-4591940127351393334?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4591940127351393334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=4591940127351393334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/4591940127351393334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/4591940127351393334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/spiders-spiders-this-big-should-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_totOJkkBKRA/StlCqRP1XMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j8AeZjcgE4s/s72-c/1008091204-754778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340502734749940666.post-3298322583916533663</id><published>2009-10-10T11:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:56:39.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm terribly sorry.</title><content type='html'>I know I'm the only one that ever reads this damn thing, but I'm still sorry to my invisible followers that I haven't posted in so long. Life has been busy, my computer died and I just haven't had the patience to write anything lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm now officially going to go into a rant of epic porportions.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so done with the mind games of boys. I'm in love with a guy I've know for almost 2 years. I told him I liked him, and he tells me it's not mutual. I request we carry on like the whole thing never happened,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I don't want to lose him as a friend. He still flirts a bit.&amp;nbsp;He asked if I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not ok. &lt;br /&gt;At all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do? I don't want to lose him. But pretending sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for John, the kiss and run boy. I hate mind games. Kissing someone twice in the space of a week and a half, then saying we live too far apart to go out is complete and total bullshit. I mean really. He makes me into a dime store whore then goes back on his word. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my friend's brother....I really like him, I flirt all the time. He flirts back. Yet somehow I am so far into the friend zone it's insane. I don't understand how I got there though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the Zooaide program is mainly&amp;nbsp;over for the summer. I was accepted as a regionaide for next summer! However.....I was accepted into the Australian Islands region. BLECH!! It was my last choice! I don't understand how I got it. Whatever, I'll deal with the lorikeets. Training is next March, and I need to submit a TB test soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zooaides this year were amazing. Some of the first years were really cool! Olivia and Erik to be exact. Luuuuv them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my computer time has just ended, I shall be back to post more soon though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your almost 15 year old friend on the brink of clinical insanity. &lt;br /&gt;-Aurora,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-3298322583916533663?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3298322583916533663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=3298322583916533663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/3298322583916533663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/3298322583916533663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-terribly-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m terribly sorry.'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340502734749940666.post-7179998358933900724</id><published>2009-03-10T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:40:29.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Stuff'/><title type='text'>WOOOOHOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally my laptop came! It works beautifully, although not the prettiest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim champs this past Saturday went amazingly!! I dropped 3 seconds on my 50 free, 2 seconds on my 50 back and TWENTY SECONDS on my 100 back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoo!!! I'll post more blogs when my computer is 100% done being loaded with all my crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-7179998358933900724?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7179998358933900724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=7179998358933900724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/7179998358933900724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/7179998358933900724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/woooohooo.html' title='WOOOOHOOO!!!'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-2965669537076973202</id><published>2009-02-21T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:59:02.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just rambling</title><content type='html'>Its so good to finally have computer privileges back. I get tired of being grounded very quickly. Just before I got grounded, I finally got a facebook!! Took me long enough to convice mom to let me have one. I also convinced her to.....LET ME GET A HAIR CUT!!!! I'm not talking about the standard trim, no, I mean a full blown, completely new style! We are still in negotiations about exactly what I'm allowed to have. So far I've decided on a shoulder length razor edged main length, then atleast 1 shorter layer as well. I'd like sweeping bangs but that is another fight with mom in itself. I'll be getting it done in a couple weeks. I'll post pictures when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than that, my month has been pretty random so far. My family and I went to a Kids n' Camp valentines day party at Magic Mountain earlier this month. It was a TON of fun! Mom invited Rick Smith and his family to come along, because he will be staying with us at Family Camp this coming summer. I'd never met him, but my gosh he and his family were kind! His wife, Lori, and his youngest daughter, Cassie (16), both came with him. They were so unbelievably funny and we clicked instantly. Cassie is totally me in a thinner, prettier body. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day itself was fun for me too. I went to Hannah's house and had a blast with her and Alyssa. Waaaayyy better than going to a bowl-a-thon like the rest of my family. Skip forward a few days, I feel awful because I have the flu, and I was with my friends while being contagious. Thank heavens neither of them got sick!! Missy called to invite me to a Blue Jackets game with her and Hannah on the day I felt the worst. Good thing that by the night of the game I was feeling better, I only sounded like a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Blue Jackets, the game on the 18th was AMAZING!! My mother is a jinx for the Jackets. Any game she comes to we lose terribly, so she is forever banned from their games. Amazingly the game I go to with Missy and Hannah, we win 4-3 AND Missy and I caught a t-shirt parachute! Hannah got the T-shirt (Missy and I already had it), Missy got the burrito bucks to Chipotle, and I got the parachute. Totally fun, and a great game. Putting three teenage girls hyper off of sugar, a win, and Rick Nash(MISSY!!!), in a small car with a quiet middle aged man is one of the funniest things ever! Quite loud too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bad thing to happen this month, other than me being grounded for most of it, is that Anam had to go to the hospital yesterday. He has the flu still, like me, but much worse. He got so dehydrated that mom took him to the ER to get fluids. It took 3 tries to finally get a vein that didn't explode. He was held overnight for observation. When he got home this morning he seems much better, still sick, but not as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to cough up my left lung.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-2965669537076973202?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2965669537076973202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=2965669537076973202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/2965669537076973202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/2965669537076973202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-rambling.html' title='Just rambling'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-7884347266239856386</id><published>2009-01-28T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:20:10.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill the King  (Best quiz ever!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sorry it's been a while. I've been super duper busy. I have great news about my last swim meet, I beat ALL my previous times and got a PB sweep! *Happy dances* WOOT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the reason I posted a new blog. I swiped this idea off a friend of my mom's blog. Here are the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Put your iPod (or MP3 player) on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? &lt;em&gt;Worry Rock………. Greenday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? &lt;em&gt;From a Mountain in the Middle of Cabins ……………Panic at the disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;em&gt; Solo Dance…………. Of the CATS musical soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? &lt;em&gt;We will Rock You………. Queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? &lt;em&gt;Cry To Heaven………….City Of Freaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? &lt;em&gt;Flaming Youth…………… Kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? &lt;em&gt;Big Balls…………..AC/DC&lt;/em&gt; (I swear to god this is what came up...)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2? &lt;em&gt;Photograph………………Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? &lt;em&gt;Dead!………………… My Chemical Romance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? &lt;em&gt;Figured You Out……………Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? &lt;em&gt;What I want ……………. Daughtry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? &lt;em&gt;Jerry Springer.......Weird Al Yankovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? &lt;em&gt;Born Like This……………..Three Days Grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;em&gt;Girl Next Door………………. Saving Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? &lt;em&gt;Deep……………City Of Freaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? &lt;em&gt;I can do better………………..Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? &lt;em&gt;Hear Me…………Kelly Clarkson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? &lt;em&gt;Sweet Child Of Mine…………………Guns n' Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? &lt;em&gt;Cell Phones…………….Foamy the Squirrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE? &lt;em&gt;Another Hole in The Head……………..Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;(Little scary)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? &lt;em&gt;Nine in the Afternoon …………….Panic at the Disco&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? &lt;em&gt;Welcome to the Jungle……………… Guns n' roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? &lt;em&gt;You Thought Wrong…………….Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? &lt;em&gt;Throw Yourself Away …………………..Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? &lt;em&gt;Believe it Or Not…………….. Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;em&gt; Flaws and All…………….. Beyonce'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? &lt;em&gt;Dirty Little Secret.......All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? &lt;em&gt;Sleep……………. My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? &lt;em&gt;Kill The King…………….Megadeath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggin hilarious huh?&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-7884347266239856386?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7884347266239856386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=7884347266239856386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/7884347266239856386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/7884347266239856386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/kill-king-best-quiz-ever.html' title='Kill the King  (Best quiz ever!)'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-1410474162759199229</id><published>2009-01-08T15:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:40:29.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Stuff'/><title type='text'>Must post</title><content type='html'>Logan just got his learners permit!!! WOOHOO!!! This is a super big accomplishment, and I'm really proud of him. It took him long enough though, his 18th birthday was last weekend. He failed his written test 8 times before this so I lovingly nicknamed him.....Spongebob!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll lose the nickname after his driving test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and congratulations to Logan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-1410474162759199229?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1410474162759199229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=1410474162759199229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/1410474162759199229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/1410474162759199229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/must-post-sorry.html' title='Must post'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-5475245961349160558</id><published>2009-01-08T14:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:40:29.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Stuff'/><title type='text'>Gay Rights, Teen Celebrities, and more.</title><content type='html'>Now here's what I'm gonna start doing. Every once in a while I'm going to post a blog filled with random rants, rambles and anything else I feel. This can range anywhere from nationally known stuff, to my hair! Just bare with me and I promise I will make you laugh. (Atleast a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Random Rambling Time!! (You should be terrified now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebrity teens-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not express how much I hate most teen celebrities. Nothing but a bunch of overpaid, spoiled, stupid, snotballs!!! (Snotball is a technical term, deal with it.) I'm not saying ALL celebrities are like that, not even all teen ones are. But the vast majority fall under the category of overpaid snotballs. For example, Miley Cyrus! I mean really!? She can't sing, she can't act, she's only famous because her dad USED to be able to sing, and face it, she's another Britney Spears in the making! Now I'm not going to say she is ALL bad. Some of her music has a fun beat and some catchy lyrics. Did you see the photo scandals this year? Pfft and the "Jo-Bros" SAY they're &lt;em&gt;"pure"&lt;/em&gt; still. (Or they will be until marriage) LIARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about them, who has &lt;em&gt;sideburns&lt;/em&gt; at 18!? (and doesn't live in 1968) As a stylist-in-the-making, I must say that they dress atrociously! Someone should hunt down their stylist and mother and force them to watch every episode of "What NOT to Wear," seriously. Didn't some one teach them that white skinny jeans and pleather dress shoes should NEVER mix?! I'm not going to diss ALL of their music, because some of it has a relatively good beat. And they have a kick butt stage show. I'm not a huge fan of their voices, but eh. (Now have Good Charlotte sing some of the "Jo-Bro's" stuff and you'll have some good music!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to out and out say this, I hate Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato. THEY CAN'T SING!!!! Selena has awful hair. It looks like she has a growth on the back of her head! I mean come on, you are rich enough for a better hairdresser. Demi is just not a very pretty person. If you are famous, fix your teeth! and neither of them have any fashion sense either. Demi is a poser punk, and Selena looks like a neon hand-me-down story threw up on her. Sorry If I offended anyone, but if you don't like it, don't read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next ramble&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gay Rights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me that so many people STILL think that GBLT shouldn't have the same rights and heterosexuals. California was finally smart enough to allow gay marriage then what do they do? They let people VOTE! Dummies! I just annoys me how many homophobes are out there. Its 2009 people!! Open your eyes and embrace everything and everyone you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you are probably wondering why I care so much. Well, my godfathers are gay, and I'm bisexual. *&lt;em&gt;whispers, gasps, gawking&lt;/em&gt;* Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever! It also makes me sooo mad i could hit someone, when I hear about FBs, or, fake bisexuals. Those stupid prissy HS girls that pretend to be bi just to make guys go out with them. Most fbs wouldn't even think about kissing someone of the same sex! Fake Bis give REAL bis bad publicity because then most adults think its all a "stage." Here's a thought, it could actually be real!!! And as for "Coming out of the closet" I'm going to quote Chris Crocker on this one-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there is a closet full of gay people somewhere, I wouldn't want to come out!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I say anything I must clarify my definition of "Poser." A poser is someone who decides to join a certain group of people. I'd be a poser if i joined a cheerleading team. I hate emo or punk posers. I'm talking the preppy kids who get one bad grade or like one punk/emo song and decide to get piercings and dye their hair. Some people consider me a poser because I dress/act/I am emo. However, I don't have as many piercings as I'd like and my hair isn't cut the right way. (Mom won't let me!) so yah. small rant but I felt like talking about posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxox&lt;br /&gt;love and hate you all!&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-5475245961349160558?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5475245961349160558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=5475245961349160558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/5475245961349160558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/5475245961349160558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/gay-rights-teen-celebrities-and-more.html' title='Gay Rights, Teen Celebrities, and more.'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-278954400364767330</id><published>2009-01-06T16:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:40:29.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Stuff'/><title type='text'>Late Christmas Funnies</title><content type='html'>Just a late tale from christmas...Trust me, you will laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas would have been better if my new laptop, (yes you read that right, LAPTOP) worked! After I opened it, I installed the disk of applications that came with it. Well... I tried to turn it on after it had been charging for several hours and guess what, it's hard drive had completely crashed. So We are sending it back, it will return in a month or so, better than new with extra applications at no extra cost. Woo for making people feel bad! I also got some sweet new books and 2 new watches, that don't fit by the way, and a bunch of drawing books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrosia and Avalon got American girl dolls for christmas. Please. Kill. Me. Those things are hell in a package. Once you have the dolls, (and a carrying case and outfits like the girls have) you must get the furniture/horses/more clothes/pets/accesories/matching outfits/more clothes that go with them. Which, by the way, are not cheap! (Not saying the ebay laptop was, but I mean buy it once and ur done, with the dolls its a never-ending-expensive-cycle!) I feel bad for mom and dad...what have they gotten themselves into?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my grandparents house the day after christmas. My aunt and uncle came too. I got a new digital camer and 2 memory cards (That worked, YAY!), a new CD, some new books and a sweet peace sign jewelry set. The girls got portable DVD players each, a new movie each, wireless microphones each (I really hate you for that Net&amp;amp;Darb) and a little mp3 player each. (Why didn't they get these BEFORE we went to Williamsburg!?!?) ((The mp3 players are NOT Ipods, but the girls have decided that's what they are.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way too my grandparents house our car started doing the same thing it did on our way to Williamsburg. SO we figured we had the christmas incident covered for the year. (Grammo and Pappo have a history of something going terribly wrong every christmas. One year their microwave caught on fire, one their pipes froze)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning on staying at my grandparents house for a several days. Plans, however, are NOT set in stone. Everyone was sitting in my gparent's living room except for my grandma, who was in the shower, when the house started to smell awful. We all blamed it on Anam, because face it, he often smells very bad. Mom checked and it wasn't him, right after she announced this the smell got WORSE. I'm talking throw-up-in-your-shoes bad. Pappo (My grandpa) comes hauling butt into the room and throws open the laundry room door. Upon which time he let out a string of words that would have made a sailor cower in fear. From the back bathroom Grammo (grandma) joins in the swearing and comes flying out in a robe with her hair dripping wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my aunt figures out why they are so freaked out. My grandparents sewer had backed up and was filling their laundry room floor with, literally, crap. Last time this happened they had to re-carpet the whole house. So my aunt and uncle help start to clean up while mom and i pack like mad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our van was at the dealership we didn't have a car. (Mind you it took the van and most of Dad's truck to get our stuff down to Dayton. Dad left the night before so he could see to the dog, and the van was un-usable. We had more stuff than what we came with. See our issue?) My grandpa lent us his Saturn View, which although large, not really workable for 3 carseats, 2 adults, and enough stuff for a small country. Dad had taken some of the larger stuff hom with him the night before so we had Ambrosia ride without a car seat, jammed between Anam and Avalon. The back of the View was jam packed, as was under our feet and Ambrosia's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Anam's toy train set, and that was it. We learned the next day that Grammo and Pappo are going to have to re-carpet the house AGAIN. My grandma has official christened this Christmas......&lt;br /&gt;"Sh*tmas."&lt;br /&gt;Pretty perfect huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to go swim my butt off and try to get ready for the next two meets! I have a request though, how about you guys share some random christmas or new year funny of incident?&lt;br /&gt;That's your assignment, take it or leave it!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-278954400364767330?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/278954400364767330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=278954400364767330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/278954400364767330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/278954400364767330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-christmas-funnies.html' title='Late Christmas Funnies'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340502734749940666.post-877117195541826360</id><published>2008-12-20T15:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:36:54.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, It seems like this year has flown by...</title><content type='html'>*ADDED JANUARY 7TH 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woa, 2008 is over already!? Woo I guess. Hey atleast christmas was a bit of fun, and New Years Eve was an immense amount of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alyssa for including me in your New Years insanity. I learned a lesson though...Don't give hannah candy after midnight!!!! Bad Idea...VERY BAD IDEA. Oh and don't mix Maya and Chris at 5 in the morning...someone will get a nose bleed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Insanity, New Opportunities, New Ideas, New Triumphs, New Defeats,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;A New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its getting so close to New Years, and it just scares me how fast its approaching. I mean where did January go? When did September end? (Hehe song I &lt;3) and WHAT happened to June?!? The Monster that is Time seems to have been extra hungry this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, This may sound stupid but...I don't want this year to end. Yes, some rather crappy stuff has happened. Oh I don't know, Avalon's doctor completely messing up a Brain Surgery. Then again there was a lot of good too! Like Avalon's new doctor keeping her alive. Oh maybe my life changing would count as a good thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer was honestly one of the most INSANE summers I think there ever will be in my life. I became a zooaide, (BEST DECISION EVER!!!) and met the nicest people. I don't think I'll ever lose contact with Hannah, Logan, Missy, or Geo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between volunteering at the zoo, being dragged to Doctor appointments for Avalon and crying over what happened to her, I changed. I'm not talking about my appearance. I'm still as fat and weird looking as ever. No, I'm talking about my feelings toward life, my attitude. For once in a very long time, I felt important. I actually had friends that gave a damn whether I lived or died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I never felt like that before. I feel important because of my family alot, but never from people i wasn't related too. Before the zoo, before this summer, I hate to admit it, but I really had no friends. I knew 1 guy, but he only talked to me because he THOUGHT (wrongly mind you) I'd put out if he was nice to me. (Hahaha dingbat didn't know me very well, now did he?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this year something inside changed when I found out people other than my family did and could care about me. I don't know exactly what happened, but it did. I must say I owe 99% of that change to Hannah, Logan, Geo, Kitty and Missy. (I would have included Zac in there, because he helped me accept my bisexuality. But he dumped me and never said why so *rasberry* on him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll thats all I really have time to write right now, but I will eventually add more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-877117195541826360?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/877117195541826360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=877117195541826360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/877117195541826360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/877117195541826360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-it-seems-like-this-year-has-flown.html' title='Wow, It seems like this year has flown by...'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340502734749940666.post-9174903486372829910</id><published>2008-10-20T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:57:12.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Williamsburg was a crazy amount of fun! We took a billion and one pictures. Our friends we stayed in the condos with took my mom and I out on a ghost hunt. (NO disbelievers comment on that!) In the middle of the week my entire familly got sick. Mom and I got head colds, and my sibs and dad all got a horrible stomach virus. Needless to say our condo was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all rested for a day, then we went to &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Virginia Beach!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All &lt;/em&gt;of us went, even our friends, Marnita and Kevin. We all packed into our 6 seat van, there were 8 of us. Can you say crowded? I sat on the floor for the entire 1 1/2 hour trip. We passed a cop one time and I had to lay down on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was to cold to swim, so we collected seashells. It was high tide though, so we pretty much went swimming anyway. :P The girls made sand castles too. We went to Virginia Beach Pier too, they sold live hermit crabs with hand painted shells.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did we go to Williamsburg and Virginia Beach, we went to BUSCH GARDENS too! I am a roller coaster junkie, so is my dad, so we were really excited. Busch Gardens is soooooo beautiful, but WAY over priced. We rode all the adult rides, except one, and my sibs rode all the kids rides. None of them were really anything to flip out over. The Griffin was amazing, I'll give you that. The park is well themed, and very well kept, but $65 for an adult!?! Thats CRAZY! Friends of ours gave us 4 free tickets, so we only had to pay for Avalon. She was 1/2 off because she is in a wheelchair, and Anam was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, vacation was fun, and I'm glad to be home!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOX&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-9174903486372829910?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9174903486372829910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=9174903486372829910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/9174903486372829910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/9174903486372829910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-8177413642297441070</id><published>2008-09-29T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:35:52.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh-Bye!</title><content type='html'>Well I have 1 week until I disappear for awhile.&lt;br /&gt; I am going on a family Vacation to Williamsburg next Saturday! We leave at 4 in the morning, for an EIGHT hour drive. With a 5, 7, and 2 year old. Please. Kill. Me. Now don't get me wrong, I'm excited about Williamsburg, and the condo we are staying in. (We are staying with friends of ours its their time share) But I hate being in the car, I hate long car trips. XP blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note. I will answer my phone in the car. I will answer my cell phone most of the time in the evening. But I will not answer it during the day. We are going to be very busy. If you call I'll try to call u back. But please, NO TEXTS!!! We don't have texting on our plan. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to clean and pack!!&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-8177413642297441070?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8177413642297441070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=8177413642297441070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/8177413642297441070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/8177413642297441070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/buh-bye.html' title='Buh-Bye!'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-4073891130140285749</id><published>2008-09-08T17:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:04:01.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Malachi</title><content type='html'>I briefly talked about losing my furbaby (dog) in the last blog. This is a blog all about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Malachi, it means messenger from god. We didn't name him he came with the name. And WOW did that name fit him. He was a terror, a hug-a-bug, a sweetie, and a disaster all in one dog. Without even knowing it he helped prepare us for what would come with Avalon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 4ish we rescued him. He had been chained outside 24/7 with hardly any food or water up until the day we took him. By that time he was 6 months old, talk about a crappy way to start life! What we learn shortly after we took him is that he was part wolf. Not full, not half, not even a fourth. But enough he had some wolfish behaviors, made worse by the beginning of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was VERY food protective, partially because he never had enough before us and partially because it was his nature. We learned to work around him, and make HIM happy. Not only was he food protective, he was destructive, scared to DEATH of the outside, and of anyone other than us. He dug a hole in our kitchen floor, he bit a piece of our counter off, he bit a bunk out of our dinning room table, he chewed apart door frames and he destroyed random dog cages. He yipped at his own shadow, he ran from squirrels, he cowered if you said boo, he hid from 3 pound Yorkies for god's sake! Was keeping him easy? Not at all! Did we do it? YES because he was sweet and we loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he was part wolf he only ever accepted a few people. It took him years to accept my grandparents, aunt, uncle, and godfathers. My mom, dad, brother, sisters and I were all his "Packmates." Yes you read that right, packmates. It meant he loved us and considered us family. He howled for us, not wolfy howled, more "awoo-woo-woooo." (Think dogs talking in a howly way) Malachi and I had a special bond. He was my honest and true furbaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Malachi had been very sick for about a month, but things took a terrible turn. He had been having cascading strokes. He had lost his vision about 2 weeks before Friday, his hearing was slowly leaving, his sense of smell was nearly gone, and he was barely eating.Out rule is that if an animal is so sick they are in pain and/or they can't wag their tail and stand up its time for them to be put down. If whatever is wrong is curable then we try that first, but unfortunately Malachi was incurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thursday August 28th, he couldn't stand up anymore, he quit wagging his tail, and if you touched him to hard he wailed in pain. We spent the rest of Thursday hugging him, and telling him how much we loved him and how much he'd be missed. I am pretty sure I went through 4 boxes of tissues that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday August 29th at about 8:45 in the morning my dear packmate and furbaby left our plane of existence. My dad stayed with him for the procedure, but he thinks that Malachi passed before he was even given the medicine. Before he left for the vets I cut a hunk of his fur out, and took off his collar. The fur is in a plastic bag hanging were I can see it everyday and his collar hangs with the collars of other past dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was and still am a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Malachi and I always will.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of Malachi 9.29.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-4073891130140285749?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4073891130140285749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=4073891130140285749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/4073891130140285749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/4073891130140285749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/malachi.html' title='Malachi'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-5556937208557434017</id><published>2008-09-08T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:24:14.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from no electronics hell!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally free!! Mostly. I still don't have my cell phone back but I do have my...COMPUTER!! WOO HOO!! Electronic therapy does a person good. I am worried though, I think one of my friends is enduring the same thing I was. Geo has disappeared! If he doesn't start returning IMs soon I'm sending out a missing persons report. Only kidding I bet he's just busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in the time I've been gone I have.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a cold and have not been able to get rid of it for the past 2 1/2 weeks (If I cough one more time I am going to be homicidal)&lt;br /&gt;Restarted something I should not have (No details)&lt;br /&gt;and had to have a dog put down (I'm still not in a good space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 1/2 weeks have sucked majorly. I hate being sick, I hate giving in and I really hate saying goodbye to my furbaby. (Its what I call my pets, gimme a break.)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was kind of a rant blog. Sorta. I'll post more positive ones when I feel more positive.&lt;br /&gt;Grouchy XOXOXOs&lt;br /&gt;-Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-5556937208557434017?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5556937208557434017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=5556937208557434017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/5556937208557434017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/5556937208557434017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-from-no-electronics-hell.html' title='Back from no electronics hell!'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-2964396300942616498</id><published>2008-09-02T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:19:20.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>I have kinda disappeared for a while. I was DRAGGED to family camp. Its held by an organizationg for familes with childhood cancer in them. We got to go because of Avalon. I ended up meeting some really nice people and playing volleyball with 2 of the cutest guys there. (And 20 other assorted teens too!) My family and I went canoeing, paddleboating, crawdad searching (otherwise know as creeking) and hiking. It was awesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I disappeared because I'm grounded. Yep! No cell phone, very limited computer time the whole nine yards! I really don't feel like explaining WHY I was grounded on here because my computer time is winding down. But if you really want to know, call my house. I miss you guys bunches anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am ungrounded I'll add some more longer blogs, but for right now I got to run!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOX,&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-2964396300942616498?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2964396300942616498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=2964396300942616498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/2964396300942616498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/2964396300942616498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340502734749940666.post-6944042637009807766</id><published>2008-08-25T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:13:37.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zooaide Banquet</title><content type='html'>At the end of every Zooaide year there is a celebratory/goodbye Banquet. I decided I wasn't going to have any regrets. And I don't! I spent a bunch of money on shoes I really don't need but have wanted for a long time. I made my mom pay way to much for a fabulous outfit. And I had an amazing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in I was attacked by Grace, Hannah, Melissa and Sara. I'm not talking they walked up, I'm talking they full speed ran and group hug attacked me! Another Zooaide, Chase, named us Mob 1 because we were loud and kinda took over. We sat together, walked together and ate together. When the adults were doing their speeches (BLECH) Hannah was smart enough to get out a little notebook. We took turns writing down random things to make each other laugh. We had to destroy the evidence though, some of it wasn't the nicest stuff ever. But it was all hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awards were so funny. Geo won Mr. Congeniality, AND it was his birthday! Sara won Second Most Hours for a Zooaide Girl and blushed! Logan got his end of Zooaide certificate. We yelled like mad for all of the awards and got some odd looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended the night hugging everyone, even the supervisors! I even *deep breath* hugged my crush!&lt;br /&gt;Yep It was a insanely busy night, and well worth the effort!&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;br /&gt;(I will eventually be adding the awesome pic of Grace, Hannah, Sarah, Melissa and myself on here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-6944042637009807766?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6944042637009807766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=6944042637009807766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/6944042637009807766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/6944042637009807766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/insanity-of-jb.html' title='Zooaide Banquet'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</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-8340502734749940666.post-6298272923831093977</id><published>2008-08-24T19:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:35:45.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo!</title><content type='html'>As you have already read I'm a volunteer at the Columbus Zoo. Well it has changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Summer was the first I could volunteer because I turned 13 in November 2007. Teen zoo volunteers are called &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Zooaides&lt;/span&gt;, adults are called Docents. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Zooaides&lt;/span&gt; can volunteer from age 13-18, if you turn 18 during the volunteer year or after it.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Zooaides&lt;/span&gt; only work from June-August, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Regionaides&lt;/span&gt; can work all year. After working two Summers and being in good standing (Not having the supervisors hate your guts) you can apply to be a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Regionaide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aswell as a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Zooaide&lt;/span&gt;. It just means you work more and only work in one section of the zoo on days you &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Regionaide.&lt;/span&gt; If you work one Summer and make all 56 hours that are required they invite you back for the next Summer. I worked 90 hours, so I will be invited back for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that was semi-understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now before the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Zooaide&lt;/span&gt; year starts you have to go to training, no matter what year you are. I went to the first training of the year. I met WONDERFUL people there. They were the people that helped change me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Logan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I was being really shy, and nervous that at training, which is &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; not me. Logan asked what year I was, and after that we just started chatting. He was nice and funny and made me open up. Logan is a 17 year old 4th year. Or he was. This was his last year, and we will all miss him TERRIBLY, but don't think I'll lose contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was chatting with Logan a random very pretty tall blond girl commented on my hair. (I had an orangey-red colored streak at the time, for more info check Avalon's site) We started talking too. Her name is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grace was really nice this past summer, but as the months have gone by, I've seen she's someone I have no intrest in being associated with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I focused on Logan but he is not the only person I have come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EDIT)&lt;br /&gt;I had put just a tiny thing in here about Hannah earlier this year. Well, I'm taking it out to be replaced with a whole lotta love! During the summer Hannah was super busy so I really didn't get to meet the REAL her untill this fall and winter. Two words to describe her..... &lt;strong&gt;Absolutely INSANE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;In the best possible way. She's my best friend and I have the sneaking suspiscion she always will be. Loud and crazy whenever she feels like it, but the most wonderfull, accepting, caring person when you need her. I can't really go into detail on here, but she's helped me find the real Aurora, and set her free! I love her to death and I am LUCKY to have her associate with a shmucko like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a walking angel. She is kind, thoughtful, funny and brilliant. She is a dancer and an all around cool person! She is one of the most selfless people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a quiet intensity, thats the best descrpition of her. She just lets out with random bursts of hyper crazyness. She is super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just kills me sometimes. She is a HUGE Jonas Brothers fan. She is a wonderful, funny, randomly crazy girl. She can make you grin about three seconds after you meet her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the guys-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just so....Josh! He is really a quiet guy untill he gets to know you or you get him in a good mood. Then he is hilarious. One day working the cornhole station we just started throwing beanbags at each other just for random fun!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is funny is a quiet way. He is super smart, but he trys to hide it. He loves to scare you by leaning over your shoulder. He is 6'6 and more quiet than a mouse. He's a giant teddy bear though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Geo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How to describe Geo...well how about different?! He is smart, funny, nice, and an all around good person. He plays (Edit: played soccer, accidental injury keeps him from playing anymore) soccer and has a great outlook on life. I don't think you can make Geo mad, and if you could he wouldn't tell you! He is just an awesome guy and a great friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more people, but these are the ones that have touched my life.&lt;br /&gt;You guys all rock! I can't wait until next summer, I miss you guys already!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOX,&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340502734749940666-6298272923831093977?l=randomzoogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6298272923831093977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340502734749940666&amp;postID=6298272923831093977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/6298272923831093977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340502734749940666/posts/default/6298272923831093977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomzoogirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/zoo.html' title='The Zoo!'/><author><name>Zoopunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02940069798448480633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340502734749940666.post-2449454129760612173</id><published>2008-08-24T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:40:29.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Stuff'/><title type='text'>About me!</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog EVER so cut me a little slack, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you've looked around the site you'll already know my name is Aurora and I'm 13.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not your average 13 year old. I don't go crazy when you say "Hannah Montana is coming" I don't beg to get a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Fitch shirt. I freak out when you say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt; is coming" I beg to get new combat boots at Hot Topic.  I enjoy reading, drawing and listening to music more than watching TV. Well unless its hockey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; on, in that case I'm glued to the couch yelling for my teams! I'd prefer to be at the Columbus Zoo volunteering than at the spa getting my nails done.  Yep you can say I'm more than a bit different than most teens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you know random facts about me now. How about some more indepth stuff? I have shoulder blade length naturally brown hair. It is a reddish brown at the moment, thank you chemicals!! I have greenish brown eyes and I wear contacts. I am about 5 foot 6 and for lack of a better word...rather fluffy. I'm working on it though! I love to read, listen to music, IM with friends, watch hockey, volunteer, swim and hangout with my friends. I will read just about anything except romance novels, I mean come on, BLECH. I listen to mostly 80's hard rock. Thats really it about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've established I'm different, so let me establish how my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; in general is too. I have 3 younger siblings. Ambrosi is a 7 year old little girl, Avalon is a 5 year old little girl and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anam&lt;/span&gt; is an almost 2 year old little boy. Pretty normal right? WRONG!! Avalon is in remission from Cancer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not all, she has bone, nerve, vision, and brain damage from the chemo. She now has an implantation in her brain called a Shunt that controls the spinal fluid in her spine and skull. Because of everything that has happened we are involved with some of the nicest people in the world. You really can make lemonade from nearly anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know the general stuff about me now. 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