<?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-2044537889743137729</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:54:54.210-07:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Sam'/><category term='1st story'/><category term='Renazoa'/><category term='Kalij'/><category term='Aletta'/><category term='Lily'/><category term='Kody'/><title type='text'>Academy of Advanced Sciences</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey, welcome to the AAS blog! This is the posting home of our flock, which as of now includes me (Lily), Koderah, Naruka, Renazoa, Ana, Kalij, Sam, Aletta and Aki. We will all post from time to time, and thanks for reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-2276878036205155609</id><published>2008-08-07T18:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:10:23.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-2276878036205155609?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/2276878036205155609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=2276878036205155609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2276878036205155609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2276878036205155609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/08/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-4514681093265222297</id><published>2008-08-02T15:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:31:30.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you're done, be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Stop posting and disappear. Some of us would actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like to reestablish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who leaves and for what reasons. I could care less if it has anything to with your lives outside of this. Just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stop spamming the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;useless crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;profane words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;+The oh so pissed Aki O'kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-4514681093265222297?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/4514681093265222297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=4514681093265222297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4514681093265222297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4514681093265222297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-guys.html' title='Look Guys...'/><author><name>Tiassale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE_xbRMmOyM/S3ZDxuEtEfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VLQYLVBogUw/S220/Kaytlin_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-8587186734145815213</id><published>2008-07-30T20:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:32:42.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>I deleted the random big lettered song ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-8587186734145815213?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/8587186734145815213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=8587186734145815213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8587186734145815213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8587186734145815213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahahahahahahaha.html' title='Post'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-2066624779585780602</id><published>2008-07-30T14:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:11:37.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well everyone. I personally dont like someone is in this blog. So, I quit because in light of recent events I could care less about lilly and her life. So good bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-2066624779585780602?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/2066624779585780602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=2066624779585780602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2066624779585780602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2066624779585780602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-quit.html' title='I quit'/><author><name>Renazoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12241675673650064436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-8118850862649034091</id><published>2008-07-14T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:54:43.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i wasn't talking about you guys...I was talking about...other people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-8118850862649034091?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/8118850862649034091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=8118850862649034091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8118850862649034091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8118850862649034091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_14.html' title='...'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-8579017401835633809</id><published>2008-07-10T09:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:58:52.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We never yell at you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt;. So stop making it seem like we abuse you and you are the redheaded step child. And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aletta&lt;/span&gt; will be joining us again, due to what has happened in the past. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;. And what are we going to due with the people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; posted or are never here? I suggest we kick them if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; posted by now I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think they are going to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liking disliked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Renazona&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and I am the avian bird kid formally known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt; formally returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Renazona&lt;/span&gt; then formally known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Remmy&lt;/span&gt; now know as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Renazona&lt;/span&gt;.) Ohh yeah did that just BLOW your mind?! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-8579017401835633809?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/8579017401835633809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=8579017401835633809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8579017401835633809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8579017401835633809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='..?'/><author><name>Renazoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12241675673650064436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-7197376920125111132</id><published>2008-07-03T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:13:46.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hn</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm with ya as long as I don't get yelled at...I'm sick of being yelled at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;X Koderah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-7197376920125111132?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/7197376920125111132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=7197376920125111132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7197376920125111132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7197376920125111132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/07/hn.html' title='Hn'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-4711493921777674249</id><published>2008-06-26T12:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:28:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corpus of Hybrids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;It can't be just the two of you 'cause I wanna do it too!!! I'm totally willing to continue this. I enjoyed telling about me and our gaggle, flock, or whatever we are. Just please... I want to speak out... Because, for once, I actually remember things. It's hard... Always forgetting and not knowing where you're from... I want to find out but I know I can't do it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+Aki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. &lt;u&gt;Corpus&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;n. A body of writings by a particular person or on a particular subject&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-4711493921777674249?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/4711493921777674249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=4711493921777674249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4711493921777674249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4711493921777674249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/06/corpus-of-hybrids.html' title='A Corpus of Hybrids'/><author><name>Tiassale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE_xbRMmOyM/S3ZDxuEtEfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VLQYLVBogUw/S220/Kaytlin_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-8522331855338455653</id><published>2008-06-24T11:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:59:20.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm With Renny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, Renny, I'm with ya. And even if it's just the two of us, we will... sing that song, "Just the Two of Us." Ok, kidding. But I want to continue with our story, so if there's anyone else who'd like to, we can start again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's with us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~Lily~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-8522331855338455653?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/8522331855338455653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=8522331855338455653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8522331855338455653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8522331855338455653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-with-renny.html' title='I&apos;m With Renny'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-556109883309793314</id><published>2008-06-21T10:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:19:44.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Hey Renny (I like that better then my name. It makes me think of Rummy) here, well I just thought you would all like to know that I still have hope. I mean come on guys! We were writing our lives here and we just let it die? Well I know their has been alot of stuff going on in our... Gaggle? I wouldnt call us a flock they most likely stick together. Well I think that we should restart maybe not right now but maybe again. Please? But maybe this is a plea to the hopeless. But if you even still read this blog comment it!! And tell us you want us back! Maybe by popular demand we will come back!! I know we are all busy and some of us are gone but still we can pull it together right? Well see ya later or soon? I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving,&lt;br /&gt;Renny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-556109883309793314?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/556109883309793314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=556109883309793314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/556109883309793314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/556109883309793314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Renazoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12241675673650064436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-1922470064284436648</id><published>2008-06-06T18:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:47:53.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Well, I'm not too sure what's going on with everyone.  I think we're down for the count.  If someone posts otherwise though, then I suppose not, but I think it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess no one cares about sharing our story anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-1922470064284436648?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/1922470064284436648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=1922470064284436648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1922470064284436648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1922470064284436648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi Everyone!'/><author><name>Tiassale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE_xbRMmOyM/S3ZDxuEtEfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VLQYLVBogUw/S220/Kaytlin_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-4798457896854787560</id><published>2008-05-28T17:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:00:49.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK</title><content type='html'>stuff has been happening lately, end of the school year stuff as well as other...complications....so I am reluctant to say that AAS may be dead... so blog readers...don't look forward to many more posts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-4798457896854787560?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/4798457896854787560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=4798457896854787560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4798457896854787560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4798457896854787560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/idk.html' title='IDK'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-4750406417026887072</id><published>2008-05-22T18:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:01:12.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog sucks ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah, okay, excuse me for my sudden swearing, but I'm kinda lonely and really not in the mood to be bouncing off walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;First off I would like to say: What's the point? You guys are all like "we're coming up with an escape plan" and I'm like "no we're not". Everytime I mention the damn plot, Lily's like "I know already!" and freaks out. The others just kind of ignore it, so my new survey will be about whether or not anyone is committed to doing this gay thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have a right to be mad, so no one should ask why I am. That's it, guys. You're pretty much dead in my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luv the readers, but not anyone who types except for Ren and Kalij,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-4750406417026887072?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/4750406417026887072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=4750406417026887072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4750406417026887072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4750406417026887072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-blog-sucks-ass.html' title='This blog sucks ass.'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-8055201946602037283</id><published>2008-05-18T17:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:43:02.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello Blog Readers. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Koderah&lt;/span&gt;. I've dropped by to reassure nothing bad has happened. We've just been busy trying to figure out our escape plan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tweaking&lt;/span&gt; it, getting rid of all it's flaws. We &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; don't wanna get caught so please be patient with us. Next post will be up soon hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Koderah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-8055201946602037283?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/8055201946602037283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=8055201946602037283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8055201946602037283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8055201946602037283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/excuse.html' title='Excuse'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-6325999142994322533</id><published>2008-05-14T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:19:45.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Okay, so I'm guessing you all are looking for some sort of explanation to why I left with a total stranger. Well, here's the thing: I don't have one. Still, I'd like to give you some idea what I went through, so here it is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After leaving the academy, the mystery ally and I went airborne for a few hours. I could have used that oppertunity to ask him a few questions, but I didn't. Instead I just enjoyed the open, free feeling of the sky and remained silent. I figured if he really had anything to say, he would've spoken to me, but he didn't. In fact, he didn't say anything to me until he asked if I was hungry. Well, I didn't want it to be too obvious, but I was. I was &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;hungry. So I agreed to get some lunch at a nearby diner, and as soon as we had taken flight, we were back on the ground again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The cafe was a quaint little space, full of happy families and eldrly couples. I know this sounds bad, but being in such a mirthful place was depressing, and I kind of hoped they would all choke on their cheesecake or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, the bat kid was starting to walk into the diner when I stopped him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"No, wait!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"What is it?" He asked in irritation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I-I,"I didn't know how to say this, "I look bad. I probably look like a homeless, colorblind ugly girl!" I finally spat it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He eyed me for a minute, only a little patient with my fear, and sighed. "You look fine. Now can I eat before I end up eating you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once we were inside, I could smell the sweet, mouth-watering pastries. We sat at a booth nearest to the window so we could watch for anything unusual, and ordered. He ordered ribs and I just ordered a burger. I was starving, and couldn't wait to eat meat, but the ribs looked sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I took one bite into that juicy burger and could've died. It felt like heaven compared to what the scientists fed us. I was so busy enjoying my burger, that when I realized I didn't have cash, I almost spat it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Um, how are you paying for this?" I asked my companion nervously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was quiet for a minute, and I almost thought he had forgotten too, but then he smirked. "That's easy," He swallowed his mouthful of barbeque rib quickly, "I swiped your dad's credit card."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The world around me at that moment seemed to crash down. "How-how...how did you get that?!" I was so confused. Who was this guy? How did he know my dad? What was he really trying to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You don't remember, do you?" Something about his cocky manner seemed to turn sad at that moment, and I was almost sure I had made a huge mistake. He looked at me with those glowing green eyes and crossed his arms. "Look, Aletta, the reason I haven't told you my name is because I was hoping you'd remember. You see, I used to be your neighbor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;More tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-6325999142994322533?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/6325999142994322533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=6325999142994322533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6325999142994322533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6325999142994322533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/explanation.html' title='Explanation'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-7110286949195731448</id><published>2008-05-14T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:55:53.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Okay, guys, sorry to keep you waiting, but I'm back. It's a long story, but I'll explain later. And, oh, flockies, not that I'm mad or anything, but what is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-7110286949195731448?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/7110286949195731448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=7110286949195731448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7110286949195731448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7110286949195731448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/ta-da.html' title='Ta-da!'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-4045772606993921832</id><published>2008-05-13T07:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:05:35.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, we're working on our escape plan, readers. With any luck, we'll be out on Wednesday. We just need plan approval from our leader, Sam. My intelligence spares me from actually &lt;em&gt;telling&lt;/em&gt; you the plan, just in case. But you should find out about everything on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;~Lily~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-4045772606993921832?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/4045772606993921832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=4045772606993921832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4045772606993921832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4045772606993921832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-936735976261229864</id><published>2008-05-10T23:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:36:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...wait, I don't know his name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With every step Dr. Bacon took, I could feel my heart racing faster. I didn't want to return to my plastic prison, and it felt like an ocean of dread had been washed over me. I would have rather have talked to Dr. Bacon about every feeling I had ever had or every feeling I had ever experienced then go back. In fact, I was so determined to stay out of the cage that I probably could have sawed my arm of to get away from the scientist's firm grip, but I knew that was impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With his free hand he yanked open the sturdy steel door and walked into the dimly-lit lab, dragging me with him. As we walked over to my cage, I could feel the stares of all the experiments, and it burned. It felt like they were taunting me, laughing at me silently, and all because of how I had let myself be degraded. I tried to brush it away, but I was embarrassed, and a blush was creeping across my cheeks slowly. I glanced at my flockmates in despair, but even their eyes felt like they were watching me, waiting for me to fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After what seemed like forever, we had reached the familiar security of my cage, but even though I could hide in there, I wanted to stay out of it. Because even being under the watchful eye of a scientist in a white room was better then the freedom a cage could offer. So, in my state of haste I conducted a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Dr. Bacon, wait!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr. Bacon paused and glanced at me curiously. "What is it, Aletta?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I knew that I was lucky. Dr. Bacon was the only scientist dumb enough to fall for my tricks. "I-I-I feel dizzy." I loosened my stance a little and slowed my blood flow, giving me a paler appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Oh, no! Did we forget you were allergic to morphine again? Or was it just the interns? I told them about your bad reactions, why don't they listen?" He gripped my arm tighter and led me out of the room and through the academy's ugly grey hallways. Then in the blink of an eye I found myself in a black room with an office chair and several full length mirrors. "Wait here." Dr. Bacon said frantically as he rushed out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I took this time to examine myself in the mirrors. Lily was right, I am vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;While examining myself, I noticed that I didn't look like I had been in a cage for years. In fact, I looked better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My skin still glowed a peachy color and made the soft features of my face stick out. For example, my full lips were still a glossy shade of pink and my chocolate brown eyes still shone brightly. And to my surprise my pin-straight white-blonde hair was still clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Alright," I murmered happily, "the flock and I still have it in us!" My mirth was increased when I spread my wings. There they were, the long, light pink wings with jet-black edges, my infamous aviation tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"You know, maybe if you spent some more time planning instead of loking in mirrors all the time, you and your friends would be out of here." I turned around sharply to see where the voice had come from. I gasped as I saw the dark figure walk forward. He was a boy my age, maybe older, with messy brown hair and cold green eyes. His green eyes were nothing in compare to his crooked grin though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Oh yeah? And who the hell are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Doesn't matter. All I can say is that I'm a friend. I've seen you around, Aletta, and I have to say I'm a little dissapointed with your work ethic. You could be alot meaner to the scientists too. More like your friend, Lily."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I backed away slowly. "And what do you know about being a lab rat?" I spat angrily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Look, Aletta, I don't want to take that. You're talking to a half-human, half-bat freak." He wiped out his thin bat wings and frowned. "Besides, if you're gonna be mean then I won't help you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Okay, I decided to trust him. "Okay, I'm sorry. You can help. Besides, I've always wanted to meet a vampire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Ha ha. Now take this," he threw me a pad of paper and a pen, "and write your friend Sam a letter. You won't see them for a few days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I couldn't believe it. Leave the flock? Still, a part of me knewI would see them again, and for some reason I trusted this guy with my life. So I took the pen and wrote this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dear Sam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't know how to say this, so let me start be saying I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I met someone when I was alone that said he could help me. Don't worrry though, he's a freak like us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I need to leave for a few days, but when I return I will help you and the flock escape. If you somehow manage to escape before then, then meet me in the nearest town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Take care of the flock, and try not to be so troublesome. Also, get their spirits up. You are the leader afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; your friend Aletta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S. Be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And so dear readers, I have to leave for a while. I will be back Wednesday though so be on the lookout for your favorite flamingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-936735976261229864?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/936735976261229864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=936735976261229864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/936735976261229864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/936735976261229864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/introducingwait-i-dont-know-his-name.html' title='Introducing...wait, I don&apos;t know his name.'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-7563932777117464126</id><published>2008-05-10T13:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:20:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;            I sat curled in my crate, listening to the other children in my lab room muttering to themselves. Well, they might have been talking to each other. I was just too spaced out to notice. That was when I heard footsteps coming closer to my “home”. I tensed. We had already been fed this morning, which meant it was experimentation time. We never knew who they were going to take, or what would be done with us.&lt;br /&gt;            The legs of a person in lab uniform stopped in front of my crate. Damn. The scientist bent down to unlock my crate, and I recognized Dr. Egz. Whatever would happen to me next, Dr. Egz would make it much more amusing. I had no idea what the guy’s problem was, but I did know that he couldn’t speak English to save his life.&lt;br /&gt;            “Come vis mee,” he said, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of my crate.&lt;br /&gt;            “You know,” I said to him, “I may be genetically modified and all, but I can walk.” I jerked my arm out of his grip.&lt;br /&gt;            “Ahh,” he said, leading me to the other side of the lab. “Ve arre in a vrothen mood today, arre ve?”&lt;br /&gt;            “I’m in a what mood today?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Vrothen. Ya know, bad.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Oh, rotten. Yes, I am, because in case you hadn’t already noticed, I’m a mutant freak in a prison of a science lab.”&lt;br /&gt;            Dr. Egz was silent.&lt;br /&gt;            Hah, I thought. Loser.&lt;br /&gt;            We were standing next to a pile of books that looked like something these geeks might have read in college. I looked at Dr. Egz.&lt;br /&gt;            “Please tell me I don’t have to read this crap,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;            “No,” he said. “You must transport zem to ze ozzer side of ze lob. Pheezically.” He put an emphasis on “physically.”&lt;br /&gt;            I had been counting on my telekinesis to help me out, but there went that idea. Of course, I could always act like I’m carrying them while really making them hover just above my hands.&lt;br /&gt;            “Can I fly?” I asked abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;            “Vy, uf course,” Dr. Egz answered. “You veren’t engeeneered for nossing, ya?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Then can you, like, clear me some space here? I don’t want to get in trouble for clipping someone with a wing, no matter how much I would like to do it.”&lt;br /&gt;            Dr. Egz began instructing people to clear furniture for me. If he had been smart enough, he would have told me to do it because I could do it faster. But he wasn’t smart enough, so I just stood there and watched.&lt;br /&gt;            As soon as there was enough room for me to fly, several of the scientists in the vicinity stopped everything they were doing to watch me. I sighed and “lifted” a pile of books from the ground. It was more than the strongest person here would ever be able to handle. Then I prepped myself to fly across the lab.&lt;br /&gt;            Feeling very self-conscious of all the scientists watching me, I unfurled my wings. Thirteen feet in length, they were the same rusty red color of my hair and streaked with dark brown patches. The underneath was white, streaked with that same dark brown. Then I leaped up and began to fly.&lt;br /&gt;            Ahh, the feeling of freedom. I sped around and around in circles, picking up pile after pile of books. Within half an hour, I had all of the books across the room. Just for fun, I flew around the lab a few more times. I knew the scientists wouldn’t mind; they loved watching us fly.&lt;br /&gt;            I was thoroughly depressed when they put me back into my cage after all that freedom. How much crueler could thee people get? But the flight and the fact that I had tricked them using my telekinesis had given me a new hope. Once I was “safe” in my crate and Dr. Egz had left my lab room, I said to the rest of the bird kids around me, “We can make it out of here, and we will, if it’s the last thing I ever do.”&lt;br /&gt;            The fact that they didn’t reply didn’t bother me one bit. Like I’d said, I would get me and my “family” out, if it was the last thing I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-7563932777117464126?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/7563932777117464126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=7563932777117464126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7563932777117464126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7563932777117464126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/lilys-part-2.html' title='Lily&apos;s Part 2'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-2675013045044922152</id><published>2008-05-09T23:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:12:41.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>第2ポストの部2 : part two of second post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I came around just as I had been put into my cage. I sat there, uncomfortable, dehydrated, hungry, pissed, and in pain. As I sat there for a few moments I heard a muffled cry. I followed the noise with my eyes to see that it was the girl Ren. I looked in the direction of her gaze and saw an immobile heap in the cage next to hers 'Hn. She must have died. At last one of us gets to leave this Hell Hole. Lucky girl, oh how I envy you' I thought. Then I looked back to the girl as I heard her speak of escaping. All of us have thought of it before, but none of us had ever tried anything. But it did sound like a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I remembered  thinking of ways to escape before I finally blacked out from sheer exhaustion. And my dreams were filled with darkness, as they have always been. Not once did I have a good peaceful dream, just like not once did I ever have a restful nights sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-2675013045044922152?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/2675013045044922152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=2675013045044922152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2675013045044922152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2675013045044922152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/22-part-two-of-second-post.html' title='第2ポストの部2 : part two of second post'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-3418323724202921688</id><published>2008-05-09T20:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:59:40.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part two: just because we made it this far doesnt mean its fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I think that in our own… Gaggle? Maybe I'm the absolute weakest. I still cry over things I have no control over, its not that I want to its just I cant help it. Like today Mr. Bacon put me in a white room, with one very small window, I noticed it to see if I could escape to the world, the dream world I know. No, not dream world at all it was REALITY this wasn’t that, this was a sickly perverted version of making humanity morph before its time. But back on topic, I do feel the weakest because today we did the color simulation and I couldn’t remember where the color went because I never knew where it was or what color I was looking for. So, I would guess and get a few thousand or so vaults surging through my body, eventfully I started shaking and I could feel my hair standing up on end and I felt like I was having a seizure except something wasn’t wrong with my brain. I wished at that moment there was something wrong, maybe even if I died its not like anyone would care… Right? No, its wrong terribly horribly wrong, Ruka my sister would miss me, maybe the others. But then again why would they miss a weakling, I'm sitting here in my cage crying my silent tears waiting for my newly electrocutes skin to send another shock through my body, another spark of light to come flying off my body in my cage, because it was plastic. I thought maybe I was so charged up that I could start a lighting storm and make it destroy this place. I laughed to myself as the thought was this place going belly up would make all of us happier even the little girl next to me who had feathers growing out of her skin, and little pebbles on her face and arms. Then I also think they did something to her lungs because you could hear her breathing it sounded very labored but I think she made it through the day with the hope that they would escape. I also think she is blind because from what I can see of her she just stares. We used to talk but I think she was in so much pain that she stopped. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;"Ella, I think we can make it out, I really do. Even with our pain and our sorrow if we make it to the other side then.. Then we will be free," I said to her smiling happy my thoughts were out of the doom and gloom gutter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Right then I freaked out, their was silence where there once stood breathing, blinking eyes staring off into space were now glossy and discolored. Not meaning that they had no color they had just lost some. I tried to hold back my scream because I had just watched another person die. This didn’t make my shaking body any better, I screamed her name as the sparks in my cage flew, but then I stopped I simply didn’t have enough strength to get electrocuted once more time. She had died right before my eyes, I saw nothing where the world once stood.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Rest in Peace Ella for you are in a better place, you always did deserve a better fate then this, I commend you for escaping it, with hopefully as little pain as possible."'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;"Everyone I have a new conviction, I will get us all out of here. Maybe not only I it will take every one of you but… I will cry no more; I will never shed a single tear as long as I live. So, Lets start plotting for tonight out plans take flight," I said with so much malice intent that I bet if you opened up the dictionary and looked up "malice" their would be a girl in grubby tattered clothes with her black hair standing on end and with a golden eye and a dark blue eye. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Just as I said that exhaustion won the war and the dreams invaded and I fell deadly asleep. 'Night night sleep tight' I said in my dream. That night I think m dream was about a very lush jungle-thinger place called the Amazon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Good Night,&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Zoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S  Will someone tell me if they have seen Ruka, I miss my sister dearly and I cant seem to find her. I want to tell her my new found goal in life. I hope they havent hurt her to bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-3418323724202921688?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/3418323724202921688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=3418323724202921688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3418323724202921688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3418323724202921688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-two-just-because-we-made-it-this.html' title='Part two: just because we made it this far doesnt mean its fake'/><author><name>Renazoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12241675673650064436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-3859555374656273724</id><published>2008-05-09T19:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:53:36.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Post Since There Is Nothing Better To Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My head hurt...and not just like your average everyday ordinary migrane either...unless you get pounding-of-a-trillion-pounds-on-your-brain-headaches, then yes mabey you know how I felt...why did I have one of those headaches? Because Dr. Odnetnin and Dr. Pepper were, at the moment, testing me. I may have mentioned my little ability to control computers and what-not...but my power isn't as...developed as, for instance, Lily's ability to move things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So far what use I've gotten from the computers is I know how to speak English, Japanese, Spanish, and French. I also was pretty much caught up in my schooling, not by my will of course. I mean, who would want to learn stuff like that anyway? I had pretty much been forced to learn what kids my age learn and more. The reason the scientists gave me? Something about Sam needing a smart member when he went on his mission. My reaction? "Sam's a ninja?" not really one of my brightest moments I know but it seemed to tick Dr. Pepper off. She had slapped my across the face...and you know what? It only stung...I think she broke a finger or something...I don't know how since she pretty much just bitch slapped me and all....yeah...strange things...anyways, back to the present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Come on Kody! Show us that you are worthy of this power. Show us that you are worth living at this moment." Once again I concentrated on the inanimate computer-like robot thing-a-majig. Apparently I was supposed to try and control it and make it move or something...but things weren't going as planned. And normally I didn't give a shit and put on an apathetic like face. But this time they had threatened to put me in a room with pink walls and pink everything with no furniture...and someone like Aletta might like it...but us blaqk lovers reeeaaaalllly don't like that sort of idea...so at the moment I was working my arse off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So far no good. I was tired. Scratch that, I was BEYOND tired. I don't loose my stamina very easily either for some odd reason...and I'm not talking about the stamina that you normal kids have, I'm talking about the stamina that us mutant kids got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I grit my teeth together and squeezed my eyes shut so tight it almost hurt. I concentrated really hard and my headache increased. I risked opening my eyes though when I heard a gasp. I looked at the object that I was concentrating on and the last thing I remembered before I passed out was one of the robot things arms moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-3859555374656273724?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/3859555374656273724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=3859555374656273724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3859555374656273724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3859555374656273724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-second-post-since-there-is-nothing.html' title='My Second Post Since There Is Nothing Better To Do...'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-2300679094597545179</id><published>2008-05-09T16:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:15:09.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Hey!  We can be electrocuted buddies, Ren!  Although my skin is still crunchy.  It's really gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm sorry Ale.  Although, I'm not sure why they think I'm useful.  I'm more use-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;less.&lt;/em&gt;  I'll probably end up with you too, so don't feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;+Aki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-2300679094597545179?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/2300679094597545179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=2300679094597545179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2300679094597545179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2300679094597545179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/ow.html' title='Ow.'/><author><name>Tiassale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE_xbRMmOyM/S3ZDxuEtEfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VLQYLVBogUw/S220/Kaytlin_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-6799344835369806959</id><published>2008-05-09T07:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:50:44.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Static cling sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm sorry about that, Ren. By the way, this is a disclaimer: I DON'T CARE IF REN CALLS ME ALE. it's not a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, my treatment for today was much better then Ren's. Today they put me in a windowless room with white walls and white carpet. Then they left me alone for a minute before Dr.Bacon walked in with a pad of paper and sat next to me. This was how it went from there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"So, Aletta...how are you doing today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Well, besides the fumes from the chemicals and the lack of food and freedom, can't complain really."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"That's...good. Now for today's testing, I'm going to ask you a few questions about...personal things. Okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Um, sure." I agreed, but couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't just getting to the point. What kind of strange questions could he really be asking me anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Okay. Now, Aletta have you been having any feelings towards any of your flock mates? Strange feelings you can't push away?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I thought for a minute. "Not that I can think of. I mean, I love them and all, but no &lt;em&gt;strange &lt;/em&gt;feelings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Good, very good. For a minute there the scientists and I thought you might be infatuated with someone in particular." He chuckled nervously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I didn't get it, I was so confused. Then it clicked. "Ew, you thought I liked Sam?! Do you know how gross that is?! He's like my older brother! Normal people don't like their older brothers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr. Bacon had started edging back into his seat. "Well...okay. That's what we wanted to hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"So, why do you care? Is it a crime to be in love?" I spat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Look, Aletta. Sam has to save the world. He and the others will be needed if we want our vision of Earth to become complete. Now you all have very useful qualities, but yours is...less needed. So to help out our cause. Sam and the others will be sent to Germany in two months to be part of a presentation. The only ones not going will be you and Lilith. See isn't going because she has somewhere else to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This hurt. I wasn't needed? "Oh, I see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Now don't be too down, Aletta." This is when Dr. Bacon became a sick and twisted person. Well, more sick and twisted then the freak already was. "Once we create our Academy Zoo you can be the main attraction. You are a pretty little invention, you're not not very useful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then it ended. I had to use all my willpower not to punch him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-6799344835369806959?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/6799344835369806959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=6799344835369806959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6799344835369806959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6799344835369806959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/static-cling-sucks.html' title='Static cling sucks!'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-6913862997661089205</id><published>2008-05-09T07:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:33:13.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*shivers*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ugh, that makes me cringe just thinking about it. I thought endurance running with them constantly shocking me was bad, but that sounds worse!!! I'm shivering, in case you were wondering. These scientists are monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Baker's gone again today! His father-in-law is apparently dying, which sucks for him but is all the better for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~Lily~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-6913862997661089205?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/6913862997661089205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=6913862997661089205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6913862997661089205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6913862997661089205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/ugh-that-makes-me-cringe-just-thinking.html' title='*shivers*'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-3337576923112871536</id><published>2008-05-08T22:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:31:18.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its all good Kody, I understand. I was sorta depressed today (maybe just distant instead?) But yeah, I understand how you feel, you were sorta snappy at me today, but idk maybe it was me being touchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was stuck in a shock simulation today, I would have to find the right color or they would shock me. I dont know what that was for, because how do you learn anything if you move the color without be seeing it being moved. I bet it was just to mentally scar me. My hair is like standing on end from all the static cling in it, grr and of course we are in PLASTIC cages which hurt when they shock you. Ruka where are you I havent seen you in a while! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adjacent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Renazoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S Somedays I really think I have an alter ego because I forget the day and will just wake up from my nap.  Or maybe I'm just crazier then I thought I was and just forget the school day. Hope you dont think I'm a loony now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2044537889743137729-3337576923112871536?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/3337576923112871536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=3337576923112871536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3337576923112871536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3337576923112871536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/eh.html' title='eh'/><author><name>Renazoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12241675673650064436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-7158285442896707121</id><published>2008-05-08T21:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:44:31.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm</title><content type='html'>sorry I was a little pissed yesterday...spending a day in torture with scientists isn't very cool ya know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-7158285442896707121?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/7158285442896707121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=7158285442896707121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7158285442896707121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7158285442896707121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-hell.html' title='Hm'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-3367474508760722797</id><published>2008-05-07T22:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:20:24.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make peace, and love! No, wait ew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wow, you guys. I love that we're sharing our feelings and all, but I can't help but feel like it's partly my fault. I am the one who did it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I fully accept admin powers, but I don't really care either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kody: You know I would never call you stupid. If I have then I sincerely apologize. You are not stupid in the least and I consider you to be one of the smartest people here. You are so well researched on all of your topics and even though we're the same age I feel like mentally you are so much older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I luv you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lily: I never meant to attack you like I did. I do admit I had some problems with some of the things you were doing, and I felt the need to confront it. Also, you may not feel the same way but sometimes I feel like we're growing. . .distant. I rarely see you because we don't speak much at lunch even though we eat together, and you ride the lab bus home early because it saves you an extra thirty minutes. Plus whenever I invite you to do something you're busy. Plus there are those admitted moments where I get jealous because you ALWAYS choose Aki over me. Oh, and there's also those times where you make me feel stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And lastly, Ren: I would like to apologize to you.I know today I went on and on about my insecurities and you grew sick of it. Then when you tried to force-feed me all that good food I was kinda trying to push it away. I wasn't mad at you at all, just afraid that you were angry at me and I was also mad at myself. I know I shouldn't cae what people say, it's just hard to be confident when everyday you're being put down. I will try not to let it bother me anymore. Plus, I was having a bad day today. I love you, and hope you still love me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There, I said it. If any of you are mad (which I hope you are not) then that's okay. If you are mad, I don't hate you, but I hope you forgive me eventually. If not, then maybe we just weren't supposed to be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sad, but still luvs you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-3367474508760722797?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/3367474508760722797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=3367474508760722797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3367474508760722797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3367474508760722797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-make-peace-and-love-no-wait-ew.html' title='Let&apos;s make peace, and love! No, wait ew...'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-3302803760960076110</id><published>2008-05-07T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:47:42.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Fucking God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You guys need to stop acting like fucking two year olds and grow the HELL up...Lily who gives a damn if we are "hounding" you to do whatever the hell it is that we're doing...who the HELL cares that Ren is calling Aletta Ale? It's a cool name and most likely a real name at that....Absinthe is a real name and it refers to an alcoholic beverage...and all of you should be lucky that SOME of us are actually saying what we really feel...b/c I for one would actually like it if you guys had something to tell me then tell it to my face...you have some shit to tell me...tell it to my face...its not like I'm some easily broken open doll...I hold my emotions in better then some of you can (with the exception of Ren, you are pretty good...if you know what I mean and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other things that is really bothering me is that you guys are constantly calling me stupid and stuff...and you know what....I am going to e-mail you guys and nag and chew and cuss you all out b/c this isn't the place for it...it is a place for our stories and even fun random stuff. I doubt that whoever is reading our blog CARES if we post story things or random stuff...I've had a person from quizilla say that she actually likes our blog and that it is interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you all stop acting like FUCKING CHILDREN and get over everything...and if I haven't deleted this by saturday then whoever the HELL has the FUCKING admin shit delete it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this I don't give A shit if I'm deleted from here...it just means you guys are poor friends I ain't saying though that you shouldn't get upset over this I'm just tired of you all trying to get in the center of attention or trying to be the leader of the whole group....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The blog readers out there reading any of these quarralsome(sp?) posts ignore them...it's just an argument amongst the flock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kill, Loath, Ignore, Whatever:&lt;br /&gt;X Koderah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-3302803760960076110?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/3302803760960076110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=3302803760960076110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3302803760960076110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3302803760960076110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-fucking-god.html' title='Oh My Fucking God'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-3597890606956495324</id><published>2008-05-07T08:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:07:43.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Lily</title><content type='html'>I was talking in general. So, dont attack ME because everyone said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I call her that? As far as I'm considered it doesnt have anything to do with "ale" I mean it as a nickname. If you need the need to edit my post for calling her that then, do that by all means.&lt;br /&gt;But next time you want to attack someone make sure it isnt me because I met others agree with me and ALE too. So, I am not the only one at fault for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-3597890606956495324?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/3597890606956495324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=3597890606956495324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3597890606956495324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3597890606956495324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/responce-to-lily.html' title='Response to Lily'/><author><name>Renazoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12241675673650064436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-4093090436415911530</id><published>2008-05-07T07:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:01:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since you are on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aletta, would you like the privileges??? Well, you said you would be OK with them, like you said, more than once, so you now have Admin privileges. I'm sorry I have been complaining, but I've had so much going on lately, the scientists want to send me on this trip but I want to stay with you guys but I also want to go and it all just sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-4093090436415911530?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/4093090436415911530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=4093090436415911530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4093090436415911530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4093090436415911530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/aletta-would-you-like-privileges.html' title='Since you are on....'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-8904201032676916415</id><published>2008-05-07T07:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:38:58.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pssh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um, okay, but there's a difference between saying you think I'll marry Sam than saying you'll think I'll marry Sam and have fifty kids. I mean, that's a little gross. Especially when thinking about it with Sam. Ew, nasty! Anyway, yeah. Just don't bring that up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Besides, I thought we already discussed that I was going to die alone. I mean, I'm not exactly wife ,material here. For one thing, no one would want to wake to greet me in the morning. Second, I'm UGLY, as every non-admiring guy in the Academy has felt the need to tell me EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ew. Yeah, I feel bad for my future husband...not that I'll ever get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*sniffle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-8904201032676916415?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/8904201032676916415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=8904201032676916415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8904201032676916415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8904201032676916415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/pssh.html' title='Pssh!'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-757248239495813852</id><published>2008-05-07T07:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:03:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... thanks???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Since when have I been hounding YOU to post, Ren? It's Naruka and Ana who haven't posted yet. And, ya know what? Post your part two if you want to. I don't give a shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone ganging up on me? The scientists are hogging the computers, so I can barely get on any more anyways, and I DID manage to delete the more unimportant posts. Especially when I have to sneak on because we are still stuck at this freak show. And we did talk about our rules before we started this thing, and you all agreed. If you have a problem, speak now or forever hold your peace. And I will be handing over the joy of Admin privileges (which includes this rule-making crap) to the first person who wants it, because I can't take it any more. There's too much stress, and I will be gone this summer for a "science trip" anyways. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ren, whatever you do, never call Aletta "Ale" again. It's spelled the same way as the alcoholic beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lily~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-757248239495813852?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/757248239495813852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=757248239495813852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/757248239495813852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/757248239495813852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-thanks.html' title='Um... thanks???'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-429892896875843732</id><published>2008-05-06T21:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:50:05.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And just because we all know how much Al hates it when I compare everything to Manson...did you know that Marilyn Manson was in fact born in Ohio... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And it wasn't my fault that my mind was on a roll today...and Lily said it first not me....but I did say some rather disturbing things...but I can blame them on my Insomnia or sleep deprivation...whatever you guys wanna call it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-429892896875843732?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/429892896875843732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=429892896875843732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/429892896875843732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/429892896875843732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-5021575850351077854</id><published>2008-05-06T20:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:02:36.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*twitches*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I do not have freaky mood swings! Since when so I have freaky mood swings?!?! Ha. Just kidding. I consider myself to be a pretty calm and collected person. EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT I'M GONNA DIE A SPINSTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AND BECAUSE SAM CALLED ME UGLY AND TOLD ME TO GO DIE WITH MY CATS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No, just kidding again, he didn't really say that. I still find it awkward to be around him though because of something LILY and KODY said. So for that, I would like to apologize to Sam. Because Sam and I have no lovey feelings for each other. And if we ever do get married or something we're moving to Ohio because Ohio holds the record for largest twin gathering. So therefore, there must be something in the water and I really want twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Your crazy, twin-loving spinster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-5021575850351077854?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/5021575850351077854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=5021575850351077854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/5021575850351077854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/5021575850351077854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitches.html' title='*twitches*'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-6550419655706646843</id><published>2008-05-06T19:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:39:37.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Since everyone else is getting all emotional and sharing stuff I guess I can throw away my pride (I have a problem with pride...sort of this thing where I don't show my true emotions as well) and tell you all what I think of you...and exuse me if I mispell a name of forget someone...after what the scientist did last time I'm sorta running off of no sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lilith- Hey boss woman...Your a good friend and all but I do have to agree with Aletta on that one matter...Other wise your awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aletta- A good friend and I have absolutely no problem with you either...unless your on your psycho mood swings....then you scare me a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ana-as little as I know you I think you are cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sam- a brother to me...you always seem to know how to lighten every ones mood when wee come back from the torture chambers of Hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ren- Sister to me man...you are amusing all the time...and if some one else tells me to turn a light on and then turn around and tells me to turn it back off again I think I will bite their head off or make the computers go after them or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Naruka- Another sister to me...though you seem pissed off at everyone resently....but oh well...yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kalij- I enjoy your company...you always manage to come up with some freaky thing to talk about....and it is funny in a deranged way... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aki- HI!!! You are nice, cool, smart, and I totally miss you, dude...yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And that's it for the strangeness...And due to the fact that we are trying to not post uselessly random stuff I think I will have to stop my video of the day stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-6550419655706646843?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/6550419655706646843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=6550419655706646843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6550419655706646843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6550419655706646843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/ha.html' title='Ha!'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-1872299513910355491</id><published>2008-05-05T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:43:52.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;And there I was, running again to test my endurance.  Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lengthy, sandy blonde hair swayed to and fro as the droning pattern of my feet hitting the treadmill echoed through the small white walled exercise room.  Perspiration glistened on my porcelain skin from running for just over two hours.  Things like this get really old really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor?  She’s doing it again.”  Dr. Odnetnin sighed as she altered her gaze.  She watched as my muscles tightened under my skin. My pace became more even and controlled as she spoke directly to me.  “Aki.”  Her voice was calm and stern as she attempted to control me with my name.  Though it never worked, she always tried to stop me like that.  I vaguely heard something about a new method as my odd colored eyes glazed over and the real world became nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself not on Maui like I had been planning.  It was the island again.  Although the doctors say that I can only travel to places I have seen, I’ve been to this island frequently despite my having no memory of it.  It’s a beautiful island, kind of like the pictures I’ve seen of Maui, but I can tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now would probably be the best time for you to learn a little bit about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to the scientists, I’m not just your average hybrid.  I’m three percent osprey rather than the standard two percent.  As a result, I have light feathering on my back and the occasional feather grown in my hair.  They also think the additional percent has to do with the extraordinary coloring of my wings.  Okay, extraordinary is probably a little overboard, but what can I say?  I love my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends say that I haven’t always been here – only since I turned nine.  I suppose I have to believe that though since I have no memory of anything before that day when they shoved me in a dog crate in a room full of mutants.  It doesn’t make sense to me, why only I have memory problems like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mere tingling feeling alerted me to an attempt to bring me back from my withdrawal.  It ceased for what would only be seconds to them but possibly hours for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me.  I didn’t tell you about my power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the gift of mental withdrawal.  It’s extremely rare and completely unrecorded.  Actually, it’s not rare, it’s more like unheard of.  But anyways, my power allows me to withdraw into a conscious or subconscious state at will.  It leaves my body doing whatever I left it doing and apparently, my pain tolerance is quadrupled.  When I use it, I can usually send myself anywhere that I’ve seen; sometimes it just sends me somewhere random.  It’s just weird that way.  So far, I haven’t met any–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AAHHHH!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even recognize my own shrill, scream of pain as I was recalled by force to consciousness.  I collapsed on the moving floor below me, clutching the back of my neck, as my cry continued and fell off the back of the treadmill.  The pain was nothing compared to what was happening to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mhm…”  Dr. Odnetnin stood above me now writing something on a clip board.  My body was shaking now and I was unsure as to what I had just felt.  “That was about five hundred volts,” Odnetnin stated as if reading my mind.  “We didn’t think you were going to make it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silent.  It wasn’t worth it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you stand up?”  I assumed the question was directed towards me and shook my head, still looking at the floor and clutching my neck.  “All right then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some exchanged words between Dr. Odnetnin and a security guard before I found myself returning back to my dog crate in a wheelchair.  I was still holding my neck and now that I realized it, the skin felt sort of crunchy as if it were over cooked.  Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my deep cerulean and bright yellow eye stared ahead blankly as the wheelchair stopped facing my crate.  The security guard unlatched the crate and waited for me to get in.  I gingerly crawled out of the chair and into my own personal prison as a plate and glass was shoved in after me – the standard fruit/veggie, grain, and water meal.  He closed the door and disappeared from sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the dishes at the entrance to my spot and moved toward the back of the cage.  As I attempted to curl into a ball to sleep, I let out a sharp yelp as I tried to bend my neck to agree with my position, but that wasn’t about to happen.  A single tear escaped my effort to remain tearless as I attempted to reach a state that people called sleep.  I like to call it paradise in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Aki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-1872299513910355491?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/1872299513910355491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=1872299513910355491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1872299513910355491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1872299513910355491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Tiassale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE_xbRMmOyM/S3ZDxuEtEfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VLQYLVBogUw/S220/Kaytlin_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-1975655472738232979</id><published>2008-05-05T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:45:49.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah so I agree with Ale, I think we should all share ur thoughts with each other good or bad.  So here I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Naruka: You really rock but sometimes I feel that you keep things from people and  it makes me think that you  dont really like me. If you ever do need someone to talk to I think I am  good at helping people through whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Lily: You are cool, and I love that you like Harry Potter and Twilight and you explain things to me, but you are always hounding us about posting, well by your ruling we cant. And I dont think it will be fair if we are on our second or third post and the others are on their first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aki: I dont talk to you but I bet your pretty chill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ale: I used to feel that you were fake and that you pretended to have problems. But, now I see that you arent fake and that you have real problems like the rest of us. I'm glad I have learned more about you because you always know the right things to say. And when you said you hated me I was like WHAT!? hahaa love ya too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kalij: You make me laugh and always have words of wisdom to share. You have also opened my eyes to other causes ten the ones around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ana: your cool, but I dont really talk to you so I dont know you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam: Ohh my Alanta like the best person ever! You are my best friend and I really love you like a brother. I cant say more because I dont want other people to to fall in love with you either. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Family love people not "love-love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kody: hahahaa my other best friend, at first I thought you hated me because you gave me weird looks, now look at us! Sharing secrets and music. You make me laugh more then I make you laugh but you also make me more random. "Turn on the light!!" "NO TURN IT OFF" "TURN ON THE STUPID LIGHT" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you all very much and if you are mad at me for this then please tell me and I will esplain to you why I have said what I said. If you wish to bash me then please do it and I will say thank you for your word. I could say more about each of you but I really do think that I want you to ficure out what I think of you for your selves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Zoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-1975655472738232979?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/1975655472738232979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=1975655472738232979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1975655472738232979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1975655472738232979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Renazoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12241675673650064436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-8770024819194676966</id><published>2008-05-05T07:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T07:52:03.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The honest truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alright, guys. I'm gonna say something you all may not want to hear. I will adress all my problems starting with the individuals who I am having that problem with. I hope no one akes this very offensively, I'm just sorta tired of being blamed all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sam - Well, I don't have much of a problem with Sam because he never really posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kalij - Once again. No problem due to absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Renozoa - I hate you, Ren! No, just kidding. Luv ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Koderah - I feel like Kody and I have a lot of the same feelings about this (which we have vaguely discussed) so it's hard to feel anger towards her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ana - Never gets on so ditto to Sam and Kalij.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aki - I know you have alot of testing going on right now, and I know you are working on putting your story into words, so therefore I can't really blame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess that leaves me with Lily - Lily, I know it has taken you a while to delete most of the posts, and you complained about it several times. But didn't more than one of us say that if you feel overwhelmed that you should give someone else admin powers to help you? Even though we said that though, you never did, and continued to complain. Is that a slight sign of power-hungriness? And also Naruka and you keep going on about how we should stop posting random things and start posting our stories. Well, we all have, and if it bothers you that much, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. One of you hasn't even posted! Plus, I don't think the way to stick to our story and to reduce random posting is to post pictures of Dumbledore! I know you might be angry, but I'm just saying what most of us are feeling. I know you love your "admin powers" so go ahead and delete me if you care that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Might be my last time depending on Lilith's mood, Luv you all still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-8770024819194676966?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/8770024819194676966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=8770024819194676966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8770024819194676966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8770024819194676966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/honest-truth.html' title='The honest truth'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-2108740798772549323</id><published>2008-05-04T18:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:35:47.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you, Kody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mugglenet.com/cc/images/2003-05-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mugglenet.com/cc/images/2003-05-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look, it's all of our favorite crazy wizards in one place at one time! Thought you would enjoy that. Ren and Aletta might too.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2044537889743137729-2108740798772549323?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/2108740798772549323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=2108740798772549323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2108740798772549323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2108740798772549323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-for-you-kody.html' title='This is for you, Kody'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-1136666218713219832</id><published>2008-05-03T14:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:29:31.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Flock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You may notice a difference: almost no posts. Well, I did some spring cleaning for us. There are now hardly any OOC posts. So, we just need said people to get their stories up and we will be all set to continue the story of our journey. I have also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHANGED THE POLL, SO MAKE SURE YOU VOTE THIS TIME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lily~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-1136666218713219832?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/1136666218713219832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=1136666218713219832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1136666218713219832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1136666218713219832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-flock.html' title='Okay, Flock...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-3986127403436315763</id><published>2008-05-03T10:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:11:26.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, we would be, if everyone had posted part one of their stories. Which, if I remember correctly, applies to Naruka, Aki, and Ana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry if I sound bitter, but you all keep saying that we need to focus on the story when we don't even have all people with their first posts up. And we did decide that no one else could post til after everyone had their first up. I will gladly put up part 2 of my post if you want me to, but the decision was to not do that until everyone had theirs up! So, should I post my story or still wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~Lily~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-3986127403436315763?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/3986127403436315763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=3986127403436315763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3986127403436315763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/3986127403436315763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/um.html' title='Um...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-7963165585819183058</id><published>2008-05-02T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:55:29.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>*looks around* Shouldnt we be focusing on the story, guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-7963165585819183058?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/7963165585819183058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=7963165585819183058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7963165585819183058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/7963165585819183058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Naruka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06614280706858541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-2274067790072003414</id><published>2008-05-01T19:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:30:47.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO TITLE!!! (wouldn't that count as a title then? and even this little piece?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We never talk to him so he's probabbly wrapped up in his thoughts or something ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~Kody~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-2274067790072003414?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/2274067790072003414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=2274067790072003414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2274067790072003414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2274067790072003414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-title-wouldnt-that-count-as-title.html' title='NO TITLE!!! (wouldn&apos;t that count as a title then? and even this little piece?)'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-6200504904449974090</id><published>2008-04-30T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:21:55.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Stupid internet.&lt;br /&gt;You can find them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dgrin.com/showthread.php?t=91414"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-6200504904449974090?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/6200504904449974090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=6200504904449974090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6200504904449974090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6200504904449974090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiassale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aE_xbRMmOyM/S3ZDxuEtEfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VLQYLVBogUw/S220/Kaytlin_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-4847886294769897010</id><published>2008-04-29T20:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:21:34.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>I'm running out of titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.surfbirds.com/media/gallery_photos/20050306030804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.surfbirds.com/media/gallery_photos/20050306030804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.wktv.com/images/crow1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.wktv.com/images/crow1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay that top one was bigger then meant...but yeah...thats my bird...the Corvus...or crow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and the video of the day is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=UflafvQW7vo"&gt;Funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2044537889743137729-4847886294769897010?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/4847886294769897010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=4847886294769897010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4847886294769897010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/4847886294769897010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-running-out-of-titles.html' title='I&apos;m running out of titles'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-6305264874434682517</id><published>2008-04-29T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:19:56.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aletta'/><title type='text'>The story of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of what you ask? Well, you see, I can’t really answer that. I mean, I know what the government is doing to me, but their motives remain questionable, and I don’t understand why they are even doing this at all. Why would you cause harm to a human who could be destined for greatness? Why would you shoot a soldier who would save your country? Why would you spit on someone who just paid you an act of kindness? All these questions I cannot answer, but I hope that one day the people who are responsible for killing so many lives can learn the error of their ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my isolated friends, I know where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;However, that doesn’t make me any happier. In fact, it almost makes it worse. If my parents loved me, than why would they let this happen to me? It’s a question I ask myself everyday. I ask it so much, and it gets me so angry, that I started hating my parents. I hated them so much that I couldn’t even talk about them without getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;But even though my mind tells me to hate them, my heart tells me to love them, and I often find myself torn into pieces. I’m so torn sometimes, that it hurts to even breathe. And while my mind often overpowers my heart, I keep holding onto memories of them, just incase they ever want me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fondest memory is of my mother. She was a lovely woman, and the radiance of her love kept me warm as a child. Everything about her, her smile, her laugh, her beauty and her personality, were all things I wanted; I aspired to be like her one day.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t really be like her in occupation when I grew up, because she had no job. I was her main priority, and she would sacrifice any time she could spare for me. She had lots of free time, and instead of using it to pursue personal interests, she spent all of it doing things like brushing my pin-straight raven hair, or reading me fairytales at night. I remember looking into her kind brown eyes and feelings safe, knowing that if anything ever happened, she would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also remember my dad.&lt;br /&gt;There truly was no family man like my dad. Even though he was away a lot because he worked for the FBI, he loved me more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;Not that his life was perfect though. Because he worked so much he was always tired and seemed impatient and angry all the time. However, even though he was all these things, I loved my daddy. He was always there when I needed him. Whenever there was a monster under the bed, or a storm outside, he was the first to come to my rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I thought my family was perfect, but they weren’t. And as soon as Bush came into office, 2004, I was knocked unconscious by some friends of my dad and shipped of to a lab in Texas called the Southern Institute, or SI in codename.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so young, and so scared. I felt all alone in this big world, and spent many days and nights crying for my mother, who I thought would save me. I waited for a whole year, until I was eight for her to come, but she never did.&lt;br /&gt;I grew very quiet, talking only when I was forced to. Because I didn’t talk, I failed a lot of tests the scientists gave me. In all reality, my scores were the worst in the Institute. Scientists started mocking me and calling me stupid, and I truly believe they thought I was mentally retarded, but I wasn’t. And it made me angry that they made fun of people different then them. Because I was being put down everyday, I became very depressed, and started having violent periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was becoming too much for the Institute. Even the other mutants were afraid of me.&lt;br /&gt;After much thinking, they decided to give me the option to transfer, which I gladly took; even though I had been told several times that it would be worse. These were the words someone had once uttered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t take for granted the experiences you have had, for your life here is easy when compared to the lab in Canada. Unlike here, you will not be pitied or nurtured. Every yell will only lead to a consequence, and with that consequence will come physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;“You will have no privacy. Every moment of the day you will be watched by observers. There will be times when you want a minute alone, but that will not be possible.&lt;br /&gt;At times you will feel embarrassed or defeated, and you will want to die, but if they can control it, they will not let you.&lt;br /&gt;“You will see things you will want to stop, but you can do nothing. Everyday your superiors will try and break you, and you might even give in. The experience will be cruel, but if you can survive the torture, you will change the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ignorant to what they had said, but now that I am here I know they were right. And it’s because of this that I am so maternal over my friends; because they are all that I have and because I want to better their experiences’. As for me being vain, I do not know why I am that way, but as with every bad quality, there will be a day when my ways will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luv you all through the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-6305264874434682517?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/6305264874434682517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=6305264874434682517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6305264874434682517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/6305264874434682517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-of-my-life.html' title='The story of my life'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-1401183470285401480</id><published>2008-04-29T07:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:21:06.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Ferruginous Hawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/wildlifeweb/bird/ferruginous_hawk/ferruginous_hawk_02tk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://homepage.mac.com/wildlifeweb/bird/ferruginous_hawk/ferruginous_hawk_02tk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digital-images.net/Images/Bolsa_Ballona/Asst_Birds/FerruginousHawk_H4296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.digital-images.net/Images/Bolsa_Ballona/Asst_Birds/FerruginousHawk_H4296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are my birdies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-1401183470285401480?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/1401183470285401480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=1401183470285401480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1401183470285401480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1401183470285401480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/ferruginous-hawk.html' title='Ferruginous Hawk'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-1228640807146715965</id><published>2008-04-29T07:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:34:00.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Day???</title><content type='html'>We are getting into some serious stuff, but we still need first posts from Aki, Aletta, Naruka and Ana (we will do yours today Ana). I had a new idea though. I thought it would be fun if we had a sort of Random Day where we post whatever we want. You could post your stories, but also news, the videos and words from the week, and whatever else comes to your mind. The day would be once a week, and that would be the one day where you could post something other than stories. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lily~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Aletta, it's Dr. Egz. And for future reference, he has a bad accent. I was going to introduce him in part 2 of my story, but since not everyone has their first post up I couldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-1228640807146715965?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/1228640807146715965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=1228640807146715965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1228640807146715965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/1228640807146715965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-day.html' title='Random Day???'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-9211486602528502741</id><published>2008-04-29T07:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:35:12.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOSUtrTAUX0/SBcvaDYNZTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RR7OMAOJ2N0/s1600-h/Aletta+flamingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194672819825108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOSUtrTAUX0/SBcvaDYNZTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RR7OMAOJ2N0/s320/Aletta+flamingo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Isn't it sweet! My wings look like that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luv ya all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aletta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-9211486602528502741?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/9211486602528502741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=9211486602528502741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/9211486602528502741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/9211486602528502741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Aletta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346096571818730200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOSUtrTAUX0/SBcvaDYNZTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RR7OMAOJ2N0/s72-c/Aletta+flamingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-5228739796451592736</id><published>2008-04-23T20:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:31:22.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kalij'/><title type='text'>"The Start of my story" Kalij</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the corner of my crate mumbling something to myself. I can't remember what it was though. Then Dr. eggs walked in and brought some fruit to put into the food bowl. I move towards the front of the crate and whispered in my head to myself, " Not fruit again, do they ever give meat in this hell hole."&lt;br /&gt;I took what they gave me glad to have anything at all. He walked away as soon as he saw that I had finished the fruit. I looked all around the room and stared at the several other "mutants" as they called us. I then spat and looked away as I crawled back to the back of the crate. I cuddled up in the corner and fell in a deep sleep. There was a weird vision in my head where all of us "mutants" were free, flying around the skies with our large majestic wings all fluttering as if they were one, as if we were a flock. And for the first time in my life, I felt happy.Having the space to spread and grow with people who understand me, how I feel because we have all had the same experiences in this terrible place.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up talking to myself about being free and plotting out ways to escape. Every plan I could think of came to a sudden end when I found all the loopholes that went in favor to the "Dr.s." I gave up and decided to sit there and just mumble to myself about random thing that popped into my head and I argued with myself for What purposes I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself asleep again thinking about how the bird serum made me look. I thought for a bit then I found that I was discussing with myself about how I liked how I looked, " With my silver eyes and long hair, my Sea blue wings with their red tips." I started howling and enjoying my time. Then I was awoken to Ren asking her sister if she thought we were ever going to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;Ren must have heard no reply, for neither did I and she must have suggested it be a No! I turned to Ren and I said, "Yes someday we will be free and as a flock all together, in one group, for I have seen it in many dreams and I think so have have others, but no one talks about it."&lt;br /&gt;she must not have heard me for I saw not even a look in her eye showing she was listening for This is how it must have always been. I'm left to the side as if no one know I was brought here just how they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-5228739796451592736?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/5228739796451592736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=5228739796451592736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/5228739796451592736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/5228739796451592736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/start-of-my-story-kalij.html' title='&quot;The Start of my story&quot; Kalij'/><author><name>Kalij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509815563059447420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-2019538048560251282</id><published>2008-04-16T23:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:27:19.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renazoa'/><title type='text'>Renazoa's side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;'Here we go,' I said quiet enough so on one heard me. I turned to try and see my twin sister, that didn't look much like each other anymore because we used to "look" alike. Besides the fact like she is like a few inches taller then me, has two different eye colors, and she has a totally different bird then I do. Yes, I was short because of my bird, the blue jay I loved them even though I'd never seen one with my own eyes, they were majestic and blue, my favorite color I might add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;After some thoughts of getting away and depression took over because I had met my parents, even though I havent. I've experienced a concert even though I had never seen the outside world, not because it had forgotten me or because I was some kind of creepy hermit, no it was because I was taken here to be experienced on. Sometimes, my power is a burden because I can see in the past and feel how they felt and see everything, right now to the color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I mostly talked to my sister about what I saw but she never really listened, she never did. She treated me like what I thought an older sister would treat a younger sister like, sure it was only a ten minute period of time between our births but, it still made her protect me and make sure I was alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;The truth of the matter though? As long as I am here, I am not alright and I will never be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"Do you ever think we will get out of here?" I said looking at my sisters crate but their was only silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;'I take that as a no,' I thought to myself again because it was past sleeping time. I never slept because it made me think of the past, my gold and blue eyes must've been dull with sleep and my black layered hair dulled and lost its shine because I couldnt support my body with enough pleasure to sleep. It was a burden because I always dreamed of the past and how it was. All of the fire, famines, wars what I would give to live in that world, it was better than here. I knew how to take care of myself but did the others? Hopefully so since they have lived here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Tonight I couldnt stand it four days with no sleep of my top number, now it was five considering that I had assumed that I have been awake for five days. We all never really knew how long we had been here. But I know, not that I would ever tell anyone because it might lead them to a false hope that I cannot be held responsible for, was this a sin on my part? The fear of showing these people who I have lived with for years with no hope and no happiness and not letting them see what I see and what I hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;All, of these could not keep me from my dream world any more. I let myself drift off into my sleep of past dreams and cramped-ness not get to me because I was going to have nightmares. Nightmares, of others lives their terror their fears their dreams all played out in my mind like a story book, but what was I to do? I couldnt control it. But tomorrow is a new day full of... Bitter depression and unhappiness. Good night Mind-Journal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Love?, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:courier new;" &gt;Renazoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;P.S what is love? Can you define it, or can you feel it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2044537889743137729-2019538048560251282?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/2019538048560251282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=2019538048560251282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2019538048560251282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/2019538048560251282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/renazoas-side.html' title='Renazoa&apos;s side'/><author><name>Renazoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12241675673650064436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-241475237639682134</id><published>2008-04-15T19:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:28:21.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kody'/><title type='text'>Koderah (Kody)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I sat back in my crate. I had just finished off the little bit off food that I had been given, still starving. I looked around the lab room we all were in. There were the usual six other crates there, all containing a kids that had been “tampered with” by the stupid scientists in the f***ing clean white lab coats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and looked at the two cages across from me that contained what looked to be twins. Looking down at my bare feet that were uncomfortably smashed into the side of the crate that was probably a size medium when I most likely needed at least an extra large to fit my 5’7” self in comfortably. I played with one of the straps to the Tripp pants that Lily had stolen for me while I unwillingly thought about my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was a Japanese-American girl of about 15 years. I had been taken into this facility called the Academy of Advanced Sciences AAS for short, or just the School to all us mutants. After having been taken they had made 2% bird, crow if you want to be all technical. Ever since, me and my ‘buddies’ in the crates around me had been forced into being the guinea pigs for their lab experiments. Over time all of us had developed a ‘power’, except for the one that I knew to be Sam, who has two. My power is complicated and strange. Easily put though I could control computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed again and glanced up as Dr. Egz crept in to check on us before going back out the door which closed with that annoying wooshing sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know,” I started talking to nobody in particular, but anybody who bothered to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is really starting to get on my nerves. Shouldn’t there be some way of escape?” My remark was met by silence and tired, have starved bird kids looked back at me with their sunken eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-241475237639682134?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/241475237639682134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=241475237639682134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/241475237639682134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/241475237639682134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/koderah-kody.html' title='Koderah (Kody)'/><author><name>PyroTech</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlnhonjTCiI/TaZ8oIckCSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/51iZ42Stnac/s220/April%2B4%2B-%2BMusicSoul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-5623873581362458810</id><published>2008-04-14T17:34:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:29:02.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Nice but now its my turn. I ended up just like anyone else, but I was rejected by many people in my home town. These guys in white took me and knew that no one would miss me. I knew it too, so I wasnt as afraid as anyone else would be. The doctors gave me DNA from the albatross, and i got amazing abilities to turn invsible and to use telepathy. I am not the smartest of most but when it comes to serious times I am just like anyone else: trying to act smart so whenever I was tested on i would go invisble and make some of the white coats begin to attack. Dr. ANN Eviliney, who was insane, (but she didn't act like some one as evil as the white coats) sought pity on us. But anyways every time I would get hungry I would have one of the food delivery guys bring me food too. It was like a feast everyday (note to anyone reading this: don't give me coffee it is almost impossible to tame me LOL). I didn't know of anyone else in the lab other than a few weeks ago when I saw two girls in small cages as well as i so i knew that we could definately after snooping around and seeing their abilities well thats all i have time to tell I better go white coats are looking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note: I as blog mod edited this post so it was easier for people to read. Sorry Sam! ~Lily~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-5623873581362458810?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/5623873581362458810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=5623873581362458810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/5623873581362458810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/5623873581362458810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-but-now-its-my-turn-i-ended-up.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03211420958412714459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UKFOXQzoCwQ/SAAeKvpga1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUZEefPb6rI/S220/697524314_1206919645.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044537889743137729.post-8508839863763050483</id><published>2008-04-13T18:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:41:57.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st story'/><title type='text'>Lily's Story</title><content type='html'>Ok, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You have &lt;em&gt;got &lt;/em&gt;to be kidding me," I muttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was looking at the measly food provided for me. Sitting in my undersized crate at the Academy of Advanced Sciences in northern Saskatchewan, Canada, I had been increasingly hungry for the last three hours, and all they brought me was one freaking piece of bread and a slice of cheese. Once the scientist who had brought me food (Dr. Bacon, coinky-dink eh?) was gone, I used my telekinetic powers to steal his lunch from Subway. The loser actually thought I was going to survive on such insubstantial food. Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I should probably explain what I'm doing at a top-secret facility in Nowhere, Canada. I was taken from my parents as an infant so that evil scientists could screw around with my DNA. Using amneosentesis (dunno if I spelled that right), they grafted bird genes into me. Now, I was 98% British human and 2% Ferruginous hawk. The scientists messed with the DNA after I was born to give me wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is the short, slightly less painful version of my life so far. Stuck in a crate, fifteen years old, and with telekinetic powers. If you know of something weirder, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, back to the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The girl in the crate next to me, Koderah, pointed. "Lily! Look at his pants!" I glanced over and saw Dr. Live wearing what I knew to be Tripp pants. Kody was looking at them mischeviously. "We should steal 'em," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"D'you want me to do it?" I asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She shrugged. "If you wanna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Why not?" I said. "Let's wait 'til he comes out of the locker room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A few minutes later, Dr. Live emerged from the locker room in lab uniform. With my mind, I rolled up the pants as small as I could, hoping they wouldn't be noticed. I edged them into our lab room and toward Kody's crate. Carefully, I squeezed them through the bars and dropped them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Thanks, Lily!" said Kody gleefully, pulling on the Tripp pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No problem," I replied, grinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044537889743137729-8508839863763050483?l=academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/feeds/8508839863763050483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2044537889743137729&amp;postID=8508839863763050483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8508839863763050483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044537889743137729/posts/default/8508839863763050483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://academyofadvancedsciences.blogspot.com/2008/04/lilys-story.html' title='Lily&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Taylor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIj0xD6SC9I/SrD6itOnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqM9--FYMUE/S220/randomhp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
