<?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-13396673</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:59:05.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rara Avis</title><subtitle type='html'>Rara Avis is just the semi- or not so semi- daily thoughts, rants/ramblings, wishes+dreams, etc. of a girl who has been refered to as odd or different more times than she cares to remember.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984335172180004682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/umwtfkena/me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13396673.post-112179786150136261</id><published>2005-07-19T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:31:01.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aveda Fredric's Institute.</title><content type='html'>After the last salon I went to closed, [I admit, I was spoiled. They gave me discounts, and brought me cokes and candy, and let me read magazines while Ray was cutting my hair. Hell, if I had a headache, they gave me advil, LOL], I was forced to go to Great Clips when I needed a haircut. The thought of finding a hair stylist on my own horrified me [my grandma had found Ray, and I loved him to death]. The first haircut at Great Clips went great, but the second did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 years of having fabulously coloured hair and pretty fun haircuts, my hair is now half faded redbrown, and half my natural colour, which is superbly dark brown. It's flat, and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked online for a salon, and found the Aveda Fredric's Institute, in Cincinnati. Along with all kinds of free extras, like mini-facials, a sensory journey, free hand and arm massage, and tea and such, as well as a superbly high-end looking salon, it will only cost $36 dollars for me to get a haircut, spa manicure, and eyebrow hair removal. I am so thrilled. I'm going to have my mom or my grandma make me an appointment for just abit before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that kind of upsets me is that while I'll be having such a great time, you aren't ALLOWED to tip anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, you have no idea how excited I am. Underneath the plain makeup, boring dark hair, baggy tshirts and way too long jeans, I'm such a priss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13396673-112179786150136261?l=rara--avis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/feeds/112179786150136261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13396673&amp;postID=112179786150136261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/112179786150136261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/112179786150136261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/2005/07/aveda-fredrics-institute.html' title='Aveda Fredric&apos;s Institute.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984335172180004682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/umwtfkena/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13396673.post-112119229863253059</id><published>2005-07-12T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T13:18:18.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble at 'home'.</title><content type='html'>This is seriously starting to suck. The whole living with dad and the dragon [michelle] thing. I just... it's too much trouble to go through the entire fiasco yesturday, but let's just sum it up with someone took MY things out of MY room only like a week after my sister and i got in trouble for going into someone else's room and getting MY SISTER'S things, i told my mom, and my dad got majorly pissed that I told her. Apparently, now I'm not allowed to tell her my issues with living here, because it's none of her business, and my dad doesn't want to listen to her 'shit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules, and the fucking hypocrisy, and just...everything. It's hell.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the fact that I'm spending my entire summer watching three brats who fight all the time. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13396673-112119229863253059?l=rara--avis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/feeds/112119229863253059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13396673&amp;postID=112119229863253059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/112119229863253059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/112119229863253059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/2005/07/trouble-at-home.html' title='Trouble at &apos;home&apos;.'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984335172180004682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/umwtfkena/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13396673.post-111881417179867853</id><published>2005-06-15T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:42:51.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at my mom's house, right now, listening to Alkaline Trio and drinking semi-flat sprite, wishing I could move back in.&lt;br /&gt;I think a part of me still doesn't understand why I can't live with her. A lot of me, actually; how can they know how I'll act school-wise with my mom til they let me live with her again? I just...don't see why I can't live with her again, if I promise to go to school, and do my best, and follow through on that promise. &lt;br /&gt;My cat doesn't even act the same around me as he used to. He thinks I abandoned him. After having seen him almost every day of his life, I've been with him maybe 10 days out of the past three monthes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to all this that my dad is taking every bit of my privacy and old life away from me. He's spying on the computer that's at his house, and that, above all else, pisses me off. How dare he. I could be out screwing around and drinking and getting high, and instead I'm spending my time on the computer, talking junk with my friends, more sure than ever that I never want to smoke anything, and more sure than ever that I don't want any part of the mess of relationships and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't so important to &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; that I not do all that stuff, I'd go and do it whenever I could, just because he wouldn't allow me the only thing I really want, aside from just moving the fuck back in with my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13396673-111881417179867853?l=rara--avis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/feeds/111881417179867853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13396673&amp;postID=111881417179867853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/111881417179867853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/111881417179867853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-at-my-moms-house-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984335172180004682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/umwtfkena/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13396673.post-111782987883799081</id><published>2005-06-03T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:11:46.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Layouts</title><content type='html'>I've already got the layout planned out; I won't be able to work on it til I get my computer back, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rad things I'm loving, lately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 'velocity' pens in blue&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href=http://urbanoutfitters.com&gt;urban outfitters apartment junk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;• all kinds of blogs&lt;br /&gt;• WEBN- they're actually playing good music&lt;br /&gt;• Howard Stern In the Morning- I accidentally got totally addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a set of these so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/images/us/local/products/productsall/p185120f.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're from urban outfitters, and $42 dollars for a few, though; and you only get one size, for that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they were cheaper, I'd buy them in multiples, though. They would look fabulous in my new room, painted 'peacock feather' or just plain old black to go with the sometoneoflimegreen walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13396673-111782987883799081?l=rara--avis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/feeds/111782987883799081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13396673&amp;postID=111782987883799081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/111782987883799081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/111782987883799081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/2005/06/layouts.html' title='Layouts'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984335172180004682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/umwtfkena/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13396673.post-111782433228407495</id><published>2005-06-03T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:26:16.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of Rara Avis</title><content type='html'>In the 7th grade, I took latin; it was a requirement, but even if it hadn't been, I probably would have taken it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up hating most of the class; but I loved the language. It just-- I don't know. It interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 5th grade, I started playing with webdesign. I've had several sites since then, but stopped having one in about December of last year.&lt;br /&gt;I figured I could talk about random stuff, and play with webdesign, all at once, with no hosts upset that I never update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playing with the layout soon; til then, this will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13396673-111782433228407495?l=rara--avis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/feeds/111782433228407495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13396673&amp;postID=111782433228407495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/111782433228407495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13396673/posts/default/111782433228407495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rara--avis.blogspot.com/2005/06/beginning-of-rara-avis.html' title='Beginning of Rara Avis'/><author><name>Kenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984335172180004682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/umwtfkena/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
