<?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-4842450981464706502</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:45:47.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Shaunee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-95518380353231094</id><published>2010-07-20T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:35:48.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o3o. Comics 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZbrg_9pNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NUJufA4gg4c/s1600/36022487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496181198402987218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZbrg_9pNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NUJufA4gg4c/s320/36022487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I'm fairly overwhelmed right now. I've gotten two requests to start writing meaningless brainspills in this thing again. As such, I've decided I will give these two people what they want. I'm not sure exactly what it is that they're expecting, but they shouldn't expect much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, anyway. The title of this blog? Yes. Comics 2.0. I have also been overwhelmed by one, yes, one request to draw them a comic. No, that picture isn't the comic; I'm not that bad of a person. That's just an mspaint drawing of James and Pyramid head. James looks onward at the smiling beast in shock, not knowing exactly what it is that he should think. I know what he should think. He should just run. Far away, before Pyramid Head lops off his face with that sword I messed up on, so I tried to fix it. With lots of red. Then I decided that red is the color of blood, and therefore I can pull it off. Wait, now you know my secret. ...I'm screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go hide in a corner and draw something horrid for someone who wants a horrid drawing made by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, ladies and sirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-95518380353231094?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/95518380353231094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=95518380353231094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/95518380353231094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/95518380353231094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2010/07/o3o-comics-20.html' title='o3o. Comics 2.0'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZbrg_9pNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NUJufA4gg4c/s72-c/36022487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-5730404313451772452</id><published>2009-06-28T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:18:03.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o29. Placebo pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SkhbYKFXeeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lVYoOSISw9Q/s1600-h/SSPX3825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352628627711687138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SkhbYKFXeeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lVYoOSISw9Q/s320/SSPX3825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I feel like I've been neglecting this poor blog for a long time, so I've decided I would come back with an amazing post about placebo pills. A friend of mine gave me the placebo pills that come with her birth control today, and that really made me think. I'm wondering if I gave them to someone (without the package), and told them that the pill was ecstasy, if they'd think they were on ecstasy. I really want to test this out, but I have no idea who I can use to do it. I need the perfect person. Someone who believes that every pill you give them is exactly what you tell them it is. I need someone who is, for lack of a better word, stupid. Stupid enough to actually take a pill I give them. I'm still not sure who I can use though. Perhaps I'll have to think about this further. If anyone is willing to be my test subject, please, tell me! I need someone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-5730404313451772452?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/5730404313451772452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=5730404313451772452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/5730404313451772452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/5730404313451772452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/o29-placebo-pills.html' title='o29. Placebo pills'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SkhbYKFXeeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lVYoOSISw9Q/s72-c/SSPX3825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-3649705748736273045</id><published>2009-04-11T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:55:26.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o28. Avex controls us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SeB1Nr_ol3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hy0ErJjD32c/s1600-h/avex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SeB1Nr_ol3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hy0ErJjD32c/s320/avex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323383637560301426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hello loyal viewers. Today, I have a serious issue to discuss with everyone. That issue is Avex. Some of you may know them as the people that own everyone in the Jpop world. Some of you may not know them at all, but you will. Oh, how you will. See, Avex owns Koda Kumi, Namie Amuro, BoA, Ayumi Hamasaki...everyone else. They even own the pillows, I believe? I think they also own a few western bands/people. Sugarcult being one of them.
Anyway, back to the point. The point is...all of Ayumi's PVs are about how Avex controls her, and how she wants to break free of their scary hold. It's the symbolism that counts, kids.
Moving on to Kumi, she's a product that Avex controls as well. If you look at the facts, which I'm too lazy to give you, you'll discover why.
BoA is just the cute little girl.
And Namie? Namie has a kid.
OR SO THEY TELL US!
...Avex is taking over the world. Be prepared for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-3649705748736273045?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/3649705748736273045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=3649705748736273045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3649705748736273045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3649705748736273045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2009/04/o28-avex-controls-us.html' title='o28. Avex controls us.'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SeB1Nr_ol3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hy0ErJjD32c/s72-c/avex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-6865497299754031432</id><published>2009-04-01T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:47:05.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o27. Lights?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SdQlDvuEI5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/emAEz5Xx8Qk/s1600-h/SSPX3742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319917806110909330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SdQlDvuEI5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/emAEz5Xx8Qk/s320/SSPX3742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thank you for not smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this is what they call ironic, considering that "light," could mean "do you have a light?" as in "can I bum a lighter?" So, I don't quite understand this sign. "Thank you for not smoking, even though we asked you if you needed a lighter to light that smoke."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, does anyone understand this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-6865497299754031432?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/6865497299754031432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=6865497299754031432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/6865497299754031432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/6865497299754031432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2009/04/o27-lights.html' title='o27. Lights?'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SdQlDvuEI5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/emAEz5Xx8Qk/s72-c/SSPX3742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-5948469240984194686</id><published>2009-03-22T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:08:54.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o25. Shocking news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/ScbDs6VWP4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/iFecCAGA9BA/s1600-h/SSPX3740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316151586497904514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/ScbDs6VWP4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/iFecCAGA9BA/s320/SSPX3740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I have some shocking news for everyone. Goku is an android, and somehow the fusion of Goku and Vegita, Gogita, is going to kill Goku. How is this possible? I'm not quite sure. I blame the government. I think this is some sort of conspiracy. If you look at the facts, it's the only logical explanation. See, if Goku and Gogita were to ever meet, well, it wouldn't be possible without time travel, which Trunks already did. In order for Gogita to time travel, he'd need to get that time machine that Trunks used. But, how could he? The time machine is in the past now. And in order to go into the past, he'd need a time machine. It never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're still unsure whether or not any of this is true, refer to the photo to the left, and you will see the shocking truth. I honestly don't know how to take this news. I think Trunks failed when he was trying to save us from the androids. It makes sense though. No one would ever suspect Goku as an android. Therefore, it was the perfect idea for Dr. Gero to do this. He created Goku a long time ago, and made him into an android Sayain. Oh god, my nerd is showing...this is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-5948469240984194686?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/5948469240984194686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=5948469240984194686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/5948469240984194686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/5948469240984194686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/o25-shocking-news.html' title='o25. Shocking news'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/ScbDs6VWP4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/iFecCAGA9BA/s72-c/SSPX3740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-3712727681753543621</id><published>2009-03-12T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:41:26.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o24. More cigarettes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/Sbm3id83sBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lQKG18MFSgU/s1600-h/dayz+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312479038243581970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/Sbm3id83sBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lQKG18MFSgU/s320/dayz+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Sorry about how dark the picture is, but I'm too lazy to make it lighter. These cigarettes are called Capri, as the name on the box suggests. Now, why am I posting about these? And why do I post so many of these about cigarettes? Well, I'll tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are so thin and cute! They're long, but very thin and adorable. So adorable that I feel like I can't throw out the ends. I'm saving them and I will keep them in a jar. I don't know if that's alright, but I'll do it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the second question, I don't know the answer. However, I do know one thing. I don't care that they are marketing smokes to kids. Honestly, it doesn't bother me. I started at fourteen, so if it bothered me, that would be wrong. But, anyway, they were 5.75 for this pack. Seriously, I just had to buy them. I like expensive things, and they were expensive. So, naturally, I bought them. The result? A new blog post to entertain the masses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-3712727681753543621?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/3712727681753543621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=3712727681753543621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3712727681753543621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3712727681753543621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/o25-more-cigarettes.html' title='o24. More cigarettes?'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/Sbm3id83sBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lQKG18MFSgU/s72-c/dayz+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-8225082873428416465</id><published>2009-03-01T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:28:24.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o23. A Long Overdue Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/Sas1WTqy7gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/S1ZF-fAbmf0/s1600-h/eggs+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308395243139427842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/Sas1WTqy7gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/S1ZF-fAbmf0/s320/eggs+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;It would appear that cooking is not my forte. As hard as I try, I can't make the eggs look like they do in the restaurants, or the television shows. I'm not really sure why, and I wonder if there are other people that have this problem as well. Maybe there's a support group I can go to. A support group where they'll show me how to flip the egg over without it looking like it does in the picture. That would be really nice, but I'm sure it would cost a lot of money. I think they call it cullinary school? Maybe I should go there and have them teach me to make eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know that I will ever be able to make eggs like everyone else can. If you look at the picture, it looks like they were made by someone who doesn't know how to make eggs. That'd be me. Yes, that picture is of the eggs I made all by myself. Honestly, I was proud that they didn't burn this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-8225082873428416465?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/8225082873428416465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=8225082873428416465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/8225082873428416465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/8225082873428416465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/o23-long-overdue-post.html' title='o23. A Long Overdue Post'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/Sas1WTqy7gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/S1ZF-fAbmf0/s72-c/eggs+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-8681572815160458003</id><published>2008-11-13T14:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:24:15.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o22. Webcam Obsessions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SRymKYa-atI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XaGk239lAig/s1600-h/2008-11-09+14-55-03.981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268268361401133778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SRymKYa-atI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XaGk239lAig/s320/2008-11-09+14-55-03.981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So lately I've been obsessing over taking pictures of myself. You may be thinking, "that's nothing new." However, it is something new. You see, patrons of Oh, Shaunee, I've been taking these pictures with my webcam. I guess I've never really bothered to take webcam pictures before, but now that I have decided to take them, I'm obsessed. They always come out looking pretty much perfect. Probably because I can actually see myself when I'm taking said pictures, but whatever. That's not the point. The point of today's blog is: obsessions.
Are they healthy? I'm not sure. I have a few obsessions such as Koda Kumi, blogging, taking webcam pictures, writing, my hair, buying things that I don't need, etc. However, I'm not sure that obsessions are healthy. Why? Well, you see, when I obsess over something, I tend to go a bit overboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my Koda Kumi obsession for example. I spent $70 on a shirt off of eBay. Not just any shirt though. It's the official Kingdom Tour shirt. I wonder if that's alright. I mean, I love that shirt, but was it really worth $70? Let's weigh the pros and cons of the shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros:&lt;/strong&gt;
Koda Kumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Official tour shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuu is hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will one day be best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wear it a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even go to that live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took money that could have been spent on something else (but what else is more important)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may be a little creepy because I didn't actually go to the live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we've done that, let's look at the facts. I named my kitten after Koda Kumi. I named her Kumiko, but we just call her Kumi. Also, the shirt is epic. However, I'm still not sure if it's healthy to spend as much money as I have spent on Koda Kumi merch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oo1. Kingom album, limited 2 DVD 1 CD edition ($50)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oo2. Best Second Sessions album ($30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oo3. Black Cherry Tour DVD ($20, but it was a bootleg...DD: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oo4. Kingdom Tour shirt ($70)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's add up all the money I've spent now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$170 all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here's the problem. I want more Kumi merch. Is that alright? I don't think so. If someone thinks otherwise, please, let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-8681572815160458003?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/8681572815160458003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=8681572815160458003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/8681572815160458003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/8681572815160458003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/11/o22-webcam-obsessions.html' title='o22. Webcam Obsessions?'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SRymKYa-atI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XaGk239lAig/s72-c/2008-11-09+14-55-03.981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-2199259010328214275</id><published>2008-11-05T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:49:48.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o21. The Hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SRJaDV_-pdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7UFGNcPgM4U/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369927841129938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SRJaDV_-pdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7UFGNcPgM4U/s320/018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So. I haven't blogged in quite some time, and I decided that I should post a new one. Now, here's the subject of this new blog. I have new hair as of last month. I'd have posted it sooner, but I didn't think of it until just now when I was smoking a clove. Mmmm, cloves. But, anyway. This is my new haircut. I like it, don't you? I believe it suits me well because, well...I just do. You see, my hair is my pride and joy. It's everything I live for. The only reason I wake up in the morning is so I can see my hair. Is that okay? I'm not sure. Someone tell me? I think it's not okay, but I can deal. I guess I'm just shallow. If my hair doesn't look perfect, then I don't want to live anymore. That's the best thing in my life; my hair. You see, my hair and I are best friends. I could go on all day about it, but I'll spare you the boring details. Just know, we go way back. That's all I have to say about my hair, other than when I wash it, it gets poofy. Will you slip me a roofie? I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-2199259010328214275?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/2199259010328214275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=2199259010328214275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/2199259010328214275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/2199259010328214275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/11/o21-hair.html' title='o21. The Hair...'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SRJaDV_-pdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7UFGNcPgM4U/s72-c/018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-1659225999741783026</id><published>2008-09-30T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:27:45.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o2o. The Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SOKm03PuyOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/drKKsrOOnSI/s1600-h/Picture+319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251943542580758754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SOKm03PuyOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/drKKsrOOnSI/s320/Picture+319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I think I should print this out and frame it. A friend of mine gave it to me for my birthday, but she didn't give me the original. She lives far, far away, so she can't just give me the physical copy. I should ask her to mail it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is one of the things I got for my birthday. I don't really know what it is, but it says "modern art" everytime I look at it. I will give this kid a name now. It's name is Francine, and it has no gender. It is a genderless being, kind of like Elton John, only way cooler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had any artistic ability, I'd draw a friend for Francine, but alas, I do not. I think Francine needs a friend, so maybe I'll try to draw one for it. I'll show you the results because you need to see how bad I am at drawing. Everyone needs to see, and laugh at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-1659225999741783026?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/1659225999741783026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=1659225999741783026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/1659225999741783026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/1659225999741783026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o2o-birthday-present.html' title='o2o. The Birthday Present'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SOKm03PuyOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/drKKsrOOnSI/s72-c/Picture+319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-4611033978336589245</id><published>2008-09-30T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:21:41.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o19. Even More Child Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SOKlk7uL3HI/AAAAAAAAADs/31NACWppVAU/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251942169392700530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SOKlk7uL3HI/AAAAAAAAADs/31NACWppVAU/s320/oh+shaunee+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;These are the wave of the future in cigarette technology. Brilliant idea, really. See, they're these cigarettes called Camel Crush. I guess it's because you crush the ball, and minty flavor happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read correctly. You push the little "button" in the center of the filter, and this thing pops. Then mint gets released, and it's like you're suddenly smoking a menthol. It's really a trip. But I really do think that these were made for fourteen year olds. Why? I know a fourteen year old that smokes them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't matter to me that kids smoke, but the tobacco companies should own up to their marketing techniques that are targeting our youth. Our youth is not safe from the tobacco company! I propose that we do absolutely nothing about this. Why? It doesn't really matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-4611033978336589245?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/4611033978336589245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=4611033978336589245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/4611033978336589245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/4611033978336589245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o19-even-more-child-marketing.html' title='o19. Even More Child Marketing'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SOKlk7uL3HI/AAAAAAAAADs/31NACWppVAU/s72-c/oh+shaunee+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-9118710828293986296</id><published>2008-09-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:20:43.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o18. Hitchhiking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMfywvRlbTI/AAAAAAAAADk/jCqWR28NbE4/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244427210234096946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMfywvRlbTI/AAAAAAAAADk/jCqWR28NbE4/s320/oh+shaunee+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I read this book when I was in sophomore year, and I haven't really read it since then. But last night, I was bored and decided to read it again, and I got to chapter four. However, upon reading it this time, I've come to the conclusion that if this book were a true story, I would be very, very happy. I'm thinking it would be one of the coolest things ever, to live in this book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, because Douglas Adams is a genius. And second, because who wouldn't want to hitch a ride on a flying saucer? Seriously. I would. If you wouldn't, then you're not worthy of the internet. Turn off your computer and do something else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, I've been listening to At the Drive-in all morning, and I've decided I love them. If you like music, which most people do, you should listen to them. In fact, listen to them while you read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's an amazing experience that you won't soon forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-9118710828293986296?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/9118710828293986296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=9118710828293986296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/9118710828293986296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/9118710828293986296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o18-hitchhiking.html' title='o18. Hitchhiking.'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMfywvRlbTI/AAAAAAAAADk/jCqWR28NbE4/s72-c/oh+shaunee+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-7475809797599741617</id><published>2008-09-08T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:41:16.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o17. Hachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMW2olBo2TI/AAAAAAAAADc/qXAxB1BnRd8/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243798149392816434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMW2olBo2TI/AAAAAAAAADc/qXAxB1BnRd8/s320/oh+shaunee+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Pictured to the left is Hachiko. Hachi. Whatever. I call her either or, depending on my mood. The point of this blog is that Hachi is...well, how do I phrase this without her hitting me (she's sitting next to me)? Uhm. Hachi is this girl I know. Her real name shall not be mentioned, because she is in the witness protection program. Something about someone murdering a dog in front of her. I don't know the whole story, but I do know that the dog killer is still on the loose. Lock up your dogs, lest they be murdered by the dog murderer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is not the dog murderer. The point is Hachi. Now, let me tell you something about this girl. She smiles. A lot. She's smiling right now even. And denying it. Hachi denies that she smiles all the time, and everything embarrasses her. Especially when you say 'sex.' Now she's cussing me out in her native tongue (Spanish). She does that a lot, and I usually just talk in random Japanese as a reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, here's Hachi. Hachi, Hachi, Hachi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That gives me an idea. I think I will write a poem now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HACHI (THE POEM)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Hachi, my dear sweet Hachi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is not a fan of hockey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She enjoys to eat the pocky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hachi, Hachi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't eat the pockey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best. Poem. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-7475809797599741617?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/7475809797599741617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=7475809797599741617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/7475809797599741617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/7475809797599741617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o17-hachi.html' title='o17. Hachi'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMW2olBo2TI/AAAAAAAAADc/qXAxB1BnRd8/s72-c/oh+shaunee+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-1187418754306171781</id><published>2008-09-08T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:33:59.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o16. Pointless Video Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-32cecbf3f2406dab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-8902681898087236344?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/8902681898087236344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=8902681898087236344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/8902681898087236344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/8902681898087236344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o15-koda-kumi.html' title='o15. Koda Kumi'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMShj36LeII/AAAAAAAAACo/viehop-ExXI/s72-c/00867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-7702230606872372662</id><published>2008-09-07T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:34:09.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o14. MySpace Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMSbYWnWwRI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDOAl4TquvU/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243486708855914770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMSbYWnWwRI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDOAl4TquvU/s320/oh+shaunee+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I don't understand these. Pictured to the left is myself, because I didn't want to steal someone's picture to prove a point. I think I could get sued for that. Anyway, the point is, MySpace pictures. Are they really necessary? You know the ones. Usually from an upward angle with your free hand in the air a little, and you're looking down. I don't understand them at all. Sure, I've taken a few myself, but that doesn't mean I understand them. Honestly, that's a good picture of me. Still, what's the point? All you're doing is making yourself look like you're emo. EMO. Who wants to be emo anyway? I guess a lot of people do, but I don't understand why, considering emo is a genre of music? Emo, originally, was derived from punk. It got the name emo because it was emotional, and not in the "&lt;em&gt;my girlfriend just dumped me so I'm gonna cry for a year"&lt;/em&gt; sort of way. They were sung with emotion. I guess that people these days are stupid and think that anything that's "emotional," such as your girlfriend breaking up with you, and you having a /wrist spasm for six weeks, is emo. It's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do like the new definition of emo a lot. Really, I do. Some of them are pretty people. Gorgeous even. Anyway, I guess a lot of people rant about this. The rant wasn't the point of this blog though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is that if you take a picture like this, you'll get shoved down a sewer. No lie. It happened to a friend of a friend of a guy I knew in kindergarden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-7702230606872372662?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/7702230606872372662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=7702230606872372662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/7702230606872372662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/7702230606872372662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o14-myspace-pictures.html' title='o14. MySpace Pictures'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMSbYWnWwRI/AAAAAAAAACI/fDOAl4TquvU/s72-c/oh+shaunee+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-7549813423183054294</id><published>2008-09-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:20:42.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o13. Penis All The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMSYb_L8ToI/AAAAAAAAACA/x9BkpK1-U0M/s1600-h/penis+all+the+way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243483472751513218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMSYb_L8ToI/AAAAAAAAACA/x9BkpK1-U0M/s320/penis+all+the+way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So this was fun. Hachi and I were conversing on MSN messenger. Well, camming? And conversing. My sound card is broken. Anyway, we ended up talking about how truly gay she is not, and I decided I would go along with it.
&lt;strong&gt;PENIS ALL THE WAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;
I think that threw her off a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-7549813423183054294?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/7549813423183054294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=7549813423183054294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/7549813423183054294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/7549813423183054294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o12-penis-all-way.html' title='o13. Penis All The Way'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMSYb_L8ToI/AAAAAAAAACA/x9BkpK1-U0M/s72-c/penis+all+the+way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-6739709462110811416</id><published>2008-09-07T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:20:29.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o12. Shaunee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMRtD8jQUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XuftECI1ljM/s1600-h/egg+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243435780727132418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMRtD8jQUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XuftECI1ljM/s320/egg+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I didn't do this yet, so I guess I will do that now. As the title of my blog suggests (and the title of this post also), my name is Shaunee. In four days I'll be twenty years of age, and I'm not looking forward to that at all. Actually, it's kind of a scary thing to think about. I've been around for twenty years. I'm old. [tear]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that, I'm a writer. I'm a filmmaker. I'm a director. Okay, so not yet, but I will be. I'm going to school to study film in January of 2009. I'm looking forward to it because, well, it's what I love doing. Everything about making movies is amazing to me. I've wanted this since I was sixteen. Once again, I feel old. That was like, four years ago. Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm obsessed with taking pictures of myself, especially on the days that my hair is perfect (like today, I'll post more about this in my next entry). I think that the most important thing in life is to have perfect hair, even if I lied just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a few obsessions. Yes, obsessions. Koda Kumi, blogging (as of yesterday), my hair, oshare kei fashion, jpop, jrock, music in general, and some other things. I think I've lost most of my readers by now, but that's okay. To those I haven't lost, I have a special message just for you. That message is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I hope to get over myself and be the coolest person ever. What a contradictory statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-6739709462110811416?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/6739709462110811416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=6739709462110811416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/6739709462110811416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/6739709462110811416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o11-shaunee.html' title='o12. Shaunee'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMRtD8jQUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XuftECI1ljM/s72-c/egg+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-3040236612175040487</id><published>2008-09-07T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:20:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o11. Random Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMRjTd-arnI/AAAAAAAAABw/jaU-kLujkbw/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243425052281187954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMRjTd-arnI/AAAAAAAAABw/jaU-kLujkbw/s320/oh+shaunee+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So, my loyal readers (which I only have three of, maybe four), I was at Bi-Mart today and I decided it was a wonderful opportunity to take some pictures so I would have things to blog about. I already had an idea planned out after I saw generic cat food, but I think this idea is far better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, my readers, I decided I would take a picture of the machine that gives out newspapers. Well, I guess it doesn't give them out considering you have to pay, but whatever, but that's not the point. The poinrt is, after I took the picture that you are looking at, this woman asked me why I was taking a picture of that. Well, I told her that I'm from California and that I have an internet blog that's very popular. I told her that I get a lot of hits every day, and she asked for the address, so I gave it to her. I wonder if she'll be mad when she reads this, considering I'm not from California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-3040236612175040487?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/3040236612175040487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=3040236612175040487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3040236612175040487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3040236612175040487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/o1o-random-woman.html' title='o11. Random Woman'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMRjTd-arnI/AAAAAAAAABw/jaU-kLujkbw/s72-c/oh+shaunee+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-470432320838223767</id><published>2008-09-07T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:20:04.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o1o. Pokemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMQjQhTxvdI/AAAAAAAAABo/FXuYnsa69_w/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243354632892300754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMQjQhTxvdI/AAAAAAAAABo/FXuYnsa69_w/s320/oh+shaunee+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I have an old obsession to share with everyone. Pokemon. I've been playing these games since the first one came out. I even pre-ordered Pearl Version when it came out, and since then I've beat the game twice. Yet, I can't seem to find all of the Pokemon for my PokeDex. See, they've added too many new Pokemon since the original 150. I don't understand why they would do that to these kids. Do they really expect us to be able to find all of them? I don't even know how many there are now, and I don't care to memorize all of them like I did with the originals when I was a kid. Maybe I'm growing up, or maybe I'm just lazy. Whatever the case, I still don't know why they would add so many. It's hard to keep up with these things for me. I wish I could find all of them, but it's too much of a bother to run around and find all of them. I'd much rather just play through the game and win without finding all of those stupid things. Also, in Pearl, it's a lot easier to catch them. I just started a new game, and I already have fifteen. It's not a challenge to catch them, but it's a challenge to find them. It's irritating. I don't understand the world. Nothing makes sense anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-470432320838223767?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/470432320838223767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=470432320838223767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/470432320838223767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/470432320838223767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/009-pokemon.html' title='o1o. Pokemon'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMQjQhTxvdI/AAAAAAAAABo/FXuYnsa69_w/s72-c/oh+shaunee+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-3633505225705307923</id><published>2008-09-07T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:19:38.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo9. The Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMON6S6RMYI/AAAAAAAAABg/5FM8NMkqLnc/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243190423837553026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMON6S6RMYI/AAAAAAAAABg/5FM8NMkqLnc/s320/oh+shaunee+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have an old pair of TUK shoes that I got sometime two years ago. They're worn out, and have holes on the bottoms of them, and the soles are coming out. One of the soles did come out, and now I have to walk on this brown thing. I don't wear these shoes anymore, but I find it hard to get rid of them. See, I'm attached to these shoes. They're like one of my best friends, and I don't think I could bear to part with them without shedding a few tears.

Maybe I should stop getting attached to shoes. Or maybe I should learn to throw old things away. I've never been very good at that. I used to keep everything I once owned, from clothes that were worn out to things that were broken. I don't like getting rid of things because I feel like I'm losing a part of myself. Is this alright? Should I feel this way? I don't know that I should. It's kind of a bad thing. Anyway, I should rid myself of these shoes, but for now I think I will just keep them somewhere. Maybe I will put them in my closet. Or, even better, I could hang them up on my wall as though they were some amazing poster. I think I will do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-3633505225705307923?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/3633505225705307923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=3633505225705307923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3633505225705307923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3633505225705307923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo8-shoes.html' title='oo9. The Shoes'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMON6S6RMYI/AAAAAAAAABg/5FM8NMkqLnc/s72-c/oh+shaunee+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-8542995592499629377</id><published>2008-09-07T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:00:26.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo8. Bathroom Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOJLzmYJ1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/41LhkFIZJdY/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243185227112130386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOJLzmYJ1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/41LhkFIZJdY/s320/oh+shaunee+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There's a cat living in my bathroom. He's been living there for quite some time now, and I think this needs to stop. I think he needs to be in the house with the rest of the cats. Sometimes I even contemplate setting him free to run with the wild ones. Sure, he's taken care of. He always has food and water. He has a litter box, and it's frequently clean. Still, it's wicked obvious that he wants to live outside of the bathroom. I mean, how would you feel if you had to live in a bathroom for your whole life? Would you be happy? I'd like to know, please tell me! This poor cat is stuck there. I should set him free one day, but I fear I will be punished by my mother if I were to do such a thing. So I'm stuck with my love of freedom, and my lack of wanting to be bitched out for letting him go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason he is kept in there is because he fights with the other cats, but I still think it's unfair. Maybe I should lock her in the bathroom for a week. I'd feed her and clean out her litter box, because I'd take out the toilet first, so she couldn't use it. Would that be human cruelty? I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-8542995592499629377?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/8542995592499629377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=8542995592499629377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/8542995592499629377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/8542995592499629377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo8-bathroom-cat.html' title='oo8. Bathroom Cat'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOJLzmYJ1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/41LhkFIZJdY/s72-c/oh+shaunee+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-3335984689060056024</id><published>2008-09-07T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:54:11.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo7. Bathroom Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOHkqPH41I/AAAAAAAAABI/Oi_XlRBj0_8/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243183455072150354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOHkqPH41I/AAAAAAAAABI/Oi_XlRBj0_8/s320/oh+shaunee+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There's a sign on my bathroom door at my house that says "restrooms" and then has a picture of a woman and a man with a line seperating the two. I think that it's kind of weird to have co-ed bathrooms. I think that the negative possibilities are endless. There's the chance of a woman mistaking a urinal for a sink, or a man peeing on the seat because he's menatally handi-cap. You know, that wouldn't be something I'd want to see ever. I wouldn't want to walk into a public restroom and see pee on the seat. Or even worse, sit in the pee. I don't think it would be enjoyable at all. Men and women should have seperate bathrooms. Segregation! Men and women should have different restrooms. It's just the way things should work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my dream. That one day, men and women will not have to share bathrooms. Maybe I can be the Martin Luther King Jr. of segregating bathrooms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-3335984689060056024?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/3335984689060056024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=3335984689060056024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3335984689060056024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3335984689060056024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo7-bathroom-signs.html' title='oo7. Bathroom Signs'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOHkqPH41I/AAAAAAAAABI/Oi_XlRBj0_8/s72-c/oh+shaunee+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-3957367757118446380</id><published>2008-09-07T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:43:32.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo6. Phones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOEzwmpJOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oTFn-4rBex0/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243180415944565986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOEzwmpJOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oTFn-4rBex0/s320/oh+shaunee+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;So I'm on the phone with my friend Corey. We're talking abou things that we talk about, and it's fun. Like always. I &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've decided that white girls should never try to dance as though they can 'shake it.' whatever 'it' is. I'm sure that white girls don't have 'it.' Why? They're white. White girls, like myself, don't really have anything. Well, I guess some of them have ginormous boobs? But why would I want that? I often ask myself while I'm trying to fall asleep if I'd want big boobies, and I always decide that I don't. I think they'd be heavy, and it would be hard to walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-3957367757118446380?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/3957367757118446380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=3957367757118446380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3957367757118446380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3957367757118446380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo6-phones.html' title='oo6. Phones'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMOEzwmpJOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oTFn-4rBex0/s72-c/oh+shaunee+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-4535245454775512599</id><published>2008-09-06T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:47:02.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo5. Pointless Video Part II (Ali)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1c6a3e49bca5b203" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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Anyway, I drew this a long time ago in December of 2007 for a friend of mine. She lives in Coos Bay, and wanted me to draw her a comic, so I did. This is what came out. This...whatever it is, was the outcome. Reading over it nine months later, it's actually kind of funny I guess. I tend to lose my comics, but I scanned this one so I could send it to the girl that requested it. She didn't even say what I had to make the comic about. All she said was that she wanted me to draw her a comic, so I did. She liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-3537839069207578728?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/3537839069207578728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=3537839069207578728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3537839069207578728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/3537839069207578728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo3-old-comic.html' title='oo3. Old Comic'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMNZlVL0w9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hq7AZjNrl-c/s72-c/omgf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-545677356603283848</id><published>2008-09-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:13:10.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo2. Pretty Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMNS_69JUhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hPGo1GpCHF4/s1600-h/oh+shaunee+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243125649300345362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMNS_69JUhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hPGo1GpCHF4/s320/oh+shaunee+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

You know, I really am starting to think that they might be marketing cigarettes to kids. I'd be hypocritical to say that I care since I started smoking when I was fourteen, but seriously. Look at how pretty this box is!! It's probably the only box of cigarettes that I've ever thought was pretty. I wasn't enticed to buy it because it was pretty though. It came in this &lt;em&gt;Buy one Get one Free&lt;/em&gt; deal, so I didn't see this amazing box until I opened the thing it came in. If I would have seen the box before, I would have bought two of the buy one get one free deal. Then I'd have four boxes of smokes, but only two pretty ones. It's pretty to the point where I was tempted not to open it, and just keep it on my desk to look pretty. Then my addiction kicked in, and I needed to open it.


See the shiny black designs? Well, when you actually touch those, they're kind of grainy. I guess some designer made the box. I don't really know why though. I think it's weird that a designer would design a box of cigarettes. I bet she got paid a lot though. That could be why she decided to do it. I'm also guessing that she didn't really even work too hard on this idea. It was probably more than easy for her to make this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-545677356603283848?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/545677356603283848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=545677356603283848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/545677356603283848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/545677356603283848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo2-pretty-cigarettes.html' title='oo2. Pretty Cigarettes'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMNS_69JUhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hPGo1GpCHF4/s72-c/oh+shaunee+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842450981464706502.post-4475715963199484165</id><published>2008-09-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:22:53.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo1. The Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMNHfLb2lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fxv7jRAPSiU/s1600-h/oh+shaunee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243112992160519618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMNHfLb2lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fxv7jRAPSiU/s320/oh+shaunee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;So today I went to KFC and ordered chicken (I guess that's really all you can get at KFC though). I was looking forward to eating the delicious chicken goodness, but when I start to eat it, it tastes bad. It could be my taste buds, but the place just opened up? I'm not really sure what to think about it. I just know that I wish it would have tasted better. I like chicken a lot, it's probably my favorite thing to eat, especially chicken strips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the place that opened is a KFC/A&amp;amp;W. Maybe next time I should just go with a burger or something. The rest of what I ordered (mac &amp;amp; cheese and mashed potatoes) was edible, but I didn't finish the potatoes after eating the chicken. I kind of lost my appetite after that. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842450981464706502-4475715963199484165?l=ohshaunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/feeds/4475715963199484165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4842450981464706502&amp;postID=4475715963199484165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/4475715963199484165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4842450981464706502/posts/default/4475715963199484165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshaunee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo1-chicken.html' title='oo1. The Chicken'/><author><name>Shaunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256026215723264393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/TEZaxiV0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h_iVa4wPiAM/S220/2010-06-21+12-33-32.948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gHMkCO4f8E/SMNHfLb2lcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fxv7jRAPSiU/s72-c/oh+shaunee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
