<?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-5323378</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:54:38.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Music Box</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog of a soccer player, black belt, singer, guitarist, and aspiring writer. Ooh sound exciting?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mallory</name><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-109219253324746468</id><published>2004-08-10T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:48:53.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 400; text-align: center; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #7F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scientologists, Geeks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle I Limbo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 10; margin-left: 10; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #8F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Objectivists, The New York Yankees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy Wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 20; margin-left: 20; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #9F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DMV Employees, Gray Davis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; Snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 30; margin-left: 30; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #AF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies, Oakland Raider Fans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle IV Rolling Weights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 40; margin-left: 40; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #BF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rednecks, Hipsters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Styx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 50; margin-left: 50; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #CF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Republicans, Saddam Hussein&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle VI Buried for Eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Phlegyas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 60; margin-left: 60; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #DF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;General asshats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle VII Burning Sands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 70; margin-left: 70; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #EF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;George Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 80; margin-left: 80; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Osama bin Laden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle IX Frozen in Ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaydeceiver.com/misc/hell/" style="color: red;"&gt;Design your own hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-109219253324746468?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/109219253324746468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/109219253324746468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109219253324746468' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-108965149594144032</id><published>2004-07-12T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:58:15.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gallery.greatestjournal.com/albums/userpics/218801/normal_104_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-108965149594144032?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/108965149594144032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/108965149594144032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108965149594144032' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-108965148383057520</id><published>2004-07-12T12:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:58:03.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gallery.greatestjournal.com/albums/userpics/218801/normal_104_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-108965148383057520?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/108965148383057520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/108965148383057520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108965148383057520' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-108965143282949947</id><published>2004-07-12T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:57:12.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.greatestjournal.com/albums/userpics/218801/normal_104_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-108965143282949947?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/108965143282949947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/108965143282949947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108965143282949947' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-108898566773932997</id><published>2004-07-04T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T20:01:07.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed the layout. A lot. I got sick of blue and white, so I used one given by the blogger website instead of my other one. I know, I know, I haven't got a picture up at all. I let my sister use my digital camera on her trip to Michigan, so I won't even get near a good picture anytime soon. Which is just as well, since I'm sure I wouldn't manage a decent picture anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably get a temporary one up sooner or later, however. Get over it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...lets seee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies yesterday with Brian, Corynne, and Joseph. We saw Spiderman2. Wasn't all it was cracked up to be, but the four of us enjoyed it. We went to the music store next, and Brian and Joey talked to Cil while Corynne helped me find (not that I really needed help...) a new capo so I could play the damn Pink Floyd song. There's a David Gilmour way of tuning but it's really strange and it messed up my acoustic the first time I tried it. Yeah...so...anyway...then we all went home and I went running last night for about seven miles. I am so boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church this morning, went running with Tina for six miles. Then when I got home I got ready and cleaned up and went to the show that Brian was putting on with his band. Ehhh it was fun, and they did really well but I was just plain tired and Corynne had just given blood earlier that day so we were both exhausted. Brian did well, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Monday. *Sigh* It's weird not really having anywhere important to go, but cool at the same time because when I do go somewhere it's with some of my friends. I haven't seen Amanda or Keniesha in a while, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night. Happy (dreary) Fourth of July. Big ol' number 228.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-108898566773932997?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/108898566773932997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/108898566773932997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108898566773932997' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-93321990</id><published>2003-04-26T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T17:24:02.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-93321990?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93321990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93321990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93321990' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-93314701</id><published>2003-04-26T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T17:24:33.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-93314701?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93314701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93314701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93314701' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-93305795</id><published>2003-04-26T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T17:24:49.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-93305795?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93305795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93305795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93305795' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-93305619</id><published>2003-04-26T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T17:25:13.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-93305619?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93305619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93305619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93305619' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-93302516</id><published>2003-04-26T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T13:07:49.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face#CC1502=Verdana&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna be experimenting a lot with a buncha different codes this weekend, see if I can't get this site looking half-way decent. So, bear with me while I mess up and then fix things. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-93302516?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93302516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93302516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93302516' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-93298019</id><published>2003-04-26T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T14:58:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shelb doesn't have a game today, thanks to the rain. It totally sucks for me since I'm stuck with her for this morning. She's 11 (I think) and she is acting really b!tchy all of a sudden. She *used* to be my sweet, darling baby sister, but now she's the little horned devil that wants to ruin my life. I think she hates me now. I dunno what I did though. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I vaccumed (sp?) the middle ny as floor of our house today. It was a nice suprise for mom, who's been really busy with work lately. I hardly ever see her, but it's no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundae is acting really hyper, but that's nothing new. She is so tiny for a cat! Especially when compared to Gen Gen (General Posy). Our neighbor Brianna had a cat follow her home the other day, and they named it Musketeer (Like the candy bar, since they've got a dog named snickers). Gen Gen hates that cat. He hisses at it and puffs up like those pufferfish things. I guess it's 'cause Gen used to be the king of the neighborhood, always wandering in everyone's garage and the streets and stuff, but now that Musky (C'mon, what kinda nickname is *that*?) has territory or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah emails me constantly. I have *no* idea why, but she does. I'm also deathly afraid of logging on to AIM, for fear that she may be on. But I guess that's what the ignore option is for. I just want her to stop. That's the first time I've ever wanted someone to just STOP talking to me. Sheesh. You'd think she'd get a clue sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like curling up in a corner with a warm blanket and just start writing chapter two of my book. I might well do that, since I have nothing better to do right now. You know, listen to some music *Evanescence!* and write my book. I got my friends to read the first chapter, they really liked it. I think I'll go curling up into a corner now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-93298019?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93298019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93298019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93298019' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323378.post-93272900</id><published>2003-04-25T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T21:35:23.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh. I'm so computer-crazy, I have started a blog. Yes...Mallory has started a blog. Fun fun fun, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eigth grade dance is June 13th. Yippee. When Mrs.Cherry was our principal, she didn't care how we danced or what we did. Now that Mrs.Izzo is our principal, we can basically only do waltz-type dancing. Even then, we have to be three inches apart. Sounds like fun (sarcasm). I probably won't go anyway. It's no big deal, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer absolutely *sucks*. You know, I can totally follow orders if I have to, but I &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt; be in two places at once. I can't "stay off the wing's heals" and still "go and help her!" But, it's all good. Jess, as always, is being pretty dern bossy, but everyone justs lets her yell at them anyway, so why should I do any different? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae Kwon Do isn't really as much of a priority anymore. Sure, it's important, but it's less important now that I'm a blackbelt. Instructer Dennis continues to treat us like we are mentally challenged...always telling us over and over again how to do a certain kick when we can do it better than he (at least in my opinion). The competition last weekend went well. I won first place in sparring and tied for first in forms. More trophies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band. Yeah, we're doing pretty well, but we *still* have not picked out a name. I'm not sure if Jemel is serious, but I think she *really* wants to call our band the "Pink Fluffy Bunnies". The history behind that name is known only to the seventh grade B team of 2001/02. Mr. Whewell thought it'd be funny to name our team the Pink Fluffy Bunnies, so he added it to the list of names we could vote on. PFB was a close second to the "Timberwolves" if I remember it correctly. Still, I hate the color pink (unlike some people *cough*paula*caugh*), but it's not like I have a better idea so...yea...well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm just glad it is the weekend. I have absolutely no where to go this weekend, since I have canceled every practice and every "get-together" except for Sunday's soccer game. Mainly because no one is able to drive me and I'm no where near getting a liscence (or even a permit, for that matter) for at least another...year and five months? I think the age for a permit is fifteen and four months...dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I really want to go to the HFStival, but I don't think anyone would be able to drive me. *Counts down the days, weeks, months, year until she gets her permit* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323378-93272900?l=malpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93272900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323378/posts/default/93272900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malpal.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93272900' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
