<?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-119267878436250471</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:18:19.512-08:00</updated><category term='tinkerbell'/><category term='little witch'/><category term='comic'/><category term='switchfoot'/><category term='hopeless'/><category term='disney world'/><category term='athlete'/><category term='color'/><title type='text'>Ivy's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-1094478452960467802</id><published>2008-08-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:43:54.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatars</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick update, on the off chance any of my friends check this site! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a few avvies. I want to upload one onto Iconator, but have run into a few problems: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, I don't know which one is more aesthetically pleasing/amusing to more people. I think all of them are pretty funny, but I detest people who upload mutliple versions of basically the same avatar. XP It's like cheating! So, dilemma for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two, I don't know which one will get me in LESS trouble. I'm not sure how touchy Iconator is about drugs, but they definitely aren't school, right? Drugs are just touchy, even when indirectly referred to in jest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm asking for second opinions. Comments are very much appreciated. :3 (And kinda mandatory. Do it. Seriously.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234955111348737410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/SKZL8BMOlYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/agPKFof7QzA/s400/Drugs+two+gi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234950778867218242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/SKZH_1cI90I/AAAAAAAAAKU/VJFfKNIvfaY/s400/Drugs+three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234950780520504498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/SKZH_7mUHLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q3kiDDBefmY/s400/Drugs+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am not really indirectly refering to anything- but still! At least I'm not advertising them. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THOUGHTS.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivy, out. &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/119267878436250471-1094478452960467802?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1094478452960467802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=1094478452960467802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1094478452960467802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1094478452960467802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/08/avatars.html' title='Avatars'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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/_ICuN-FSpS6M/SKZL8BMOlYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/agPKFof7QzA/s72-c/Drugs+two+gi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-5237806024419470655</id><published>2008-08-12T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:14:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin' Rope...</title><content type='html'>... and makin' comics. Yup, that's &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Jumping-Rope-page6-94650298"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt;. I totally jump rope all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Not really.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I haven't updated in forever. ^.^;;; Bad me. But this summer has been very distracting! It's not (entirely) my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I got a job. It saps time. It does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can drive now. This means my parents want me to do all sorts of errands for them. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! Then! There is summer homework for Kez, which I still haven't finished, despite the fact that school starts in less than a week. Bad Ivy, bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I have a giant stack of books to read. But no one has any sympathy for me in THAT department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And marching season is starting soon... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, here's a big rant! Remember Brett Favre? Of course you do. He was the Packers star player for years, but he retired last spring. It was very emotional for all cheeseheads involved, but it was a respected decision. He was getting kinda old for a foot ball player. But then, weeks ago, he decided he wasn't retiring! Nope! He was coming back to play football, presumably with the Packers! Well, good. Great, right? Except NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager of the Packers (and someone else) didn't like him. So they SOLD his contract. To the Jets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Packers sold their star quarterback. My mind, she is blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very mad. Poor Favre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. You have a comic! This is good. I'm not sure if I have mentioned this before to anyone, but I am thinking once I wind up this lesson I move on to smaller comics. Oh, they'll still be full page ones. The stories will just be mini, one or two page ones. I'm finding I am having trouble keeping interest in the longer storylines, so we'll see how my new plan goes. I am fairly optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for next year looks pretty good! I have someone I like in most of my classes! :3 I have to talk to my councelor when school starts, but I'll worry about that later. What raises my ire NOW is that I have another class with my little sister. &gt;:( BESIDES band, at this moment, I have Principles of Business with her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be ANOTHER reason to see my councelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, I believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5237806024419470655?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5237806024419470655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5237806024419470655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5237806024419470655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5237806024419470655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumpin-rope.html' title='Jumpin&apos; Rope...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-6562516999322703574</id><published>2008-07-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:26:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ol' Fourth... Yup...</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I have been EXTRA lazy lately, because not only have I not blogged, I have drawn very little and actually done MORE homework than fun summer stuffs. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have some art now, even if the subject is... hmm. Five days old. Not bad, considering it is in &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Belated-Fourth-91158312"&gt;the &lt;i&gt;color&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news! My Zune is back. There is still a little crack on the case, but the screen works beautifully, and it plays music! So I'm not going to complain. :3 My zune is back, my zune is back, my zune is back~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I need to come up with a name for that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I still have a LONG way to go to finish my Kez homework, and meanwhile summer is over halfways over. O.O HATE. FREAK OUT. I JUST realized that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my reading list is just PILING up, and I can't get motivated there, either. Grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write, too! I know! I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3 I don't wish to jinx it, but I DO have something of a job interview tomorrow, which is major sweetness. (THANK YOU, ASHEY!) *crosses fingers* Making sandwiches isn't my IDEAL job, but the hours sound pretty good for a first job. I'll take what I can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't mentioned it to you yet, I recieved my ACT scores, and I got a whopping 28. ^.^;; One point up from last time. Well, at least it went UP, right? Right?! In any case, I'll probably take it again this fall. A thirty would be preferable. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on my subject jumping, I have discovered that poison ivy is NOT nice! But I am not nearly as allergic to it as some people. Little bumps, redness, and minor itching. No swelling, no blood, and I don't want to chew my leg off. I think this means I should be thankful, non? I've heard of some people who react VERY badly to the stuff. I don't, but now I can tell you all from personal experience: don't touch poison ivy, even on accident. Not fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I've been going to the Animal Shelter a lot lately and just helping out. Good volunteering hours. Anyone who wants to go with me should give a holler: the kitties and puppies would love the attention, as would your future college applications. It's fun! You can come in any time you want (assuming the place is open) and just cuddle! The people there don't interrogate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have rambled enough for one post. I think I have covered all the major happenings for the past couple weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-6562516999322703574?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/6562516999322703574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=6562516999322703574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6562516999322703574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6562516999322703574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/07/ol-fourth-yup.html' title='The Ol&apos; Fourth... Yup...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-2932453452247366948</id><published>2008-06-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:42:52.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, today has been a day of mixed victories and defeats.</title><content type='html'>So, yeah. I'm back from my trip! It was okay. Saw the family. Twelve minute wedding! :D Best thing ever. My cousin Paul and my new cousin Sara get mucho kudos for the very short wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID do some &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Nap-Time-88292382"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;. And Nicole... authographed one of the pages in my sketchbook. The girl does have a sense of humor, I'll give her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210462227697709938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/SE9HyjWDM3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/hMOrfRJD3Kg/s400/Nicole%27s+favorite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I drove alone today! That was very nice. I picked up my sister from her volunteer gig at an elementary school, and picked up our dog Sadie from her stay at the vet's office. Nothing to report there besides the shock of my parents, who probably expected me to be traumatized, or the car to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the bigger news than that. I gots a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not PRECISELY true. It's another 'family' car. It is not exclusively 'mine'. It was bought, however, exactly BECAUSE I can drive now, and am expected to do a lot of it, and therefore need a car in order to become my parent's personal chauffer/slav- I mean, help with errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, TOTALLY a victory. A Tahoe, for anyone who is in the know. For everyone else, think a mini suburban. Silvery-goldy, and a... '98 or a '99. Can't remember which. Looks like new, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where is the defeat, I am sure my readers are wondering? Well, I was riding my bike this evening. I fell. Scraped up my knee. Palms of my hands hurt. My hip is probably bruised. Duke Sebastian is okay, and my biker-dignity escaped with only minor bruising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't the defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crushing defeat that REALLY makes me made is that I had my ZUNE attached to the hip I LANDED on. The music was playing before, during, AND after the crash, so I at first assumed it was a tough little thing and perfectly fine. I got in the house, glanced at the screen, turned it off, and went to go make sure my knee wouldn't bleed on the carpet anymore. I looked at it more closely when I went upstairs again to retire to my computer desk, turned on my Zune, and the minor cracks on the top of the screen hid below it a SPIDER WEB of mini cracks. -.-;; No screen. No picture. NO idea what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It plays music fine, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOTALLY PISSED OFF FACE HERE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my sister and Court says there is hope, however, and the screen may come back if I leave it alone for a while. I WISH that made me feel better. Mad at myself doesn't even begin to describe it. The thing is practically new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see in a couple of days. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades came in!! ALL A's FOR SEMESTER! W000!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-2932453452247366948?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2932453452247366948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=2932453452247366948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2932453452247366948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2932453452247366948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-today-has-been-day-of-mixed.html' title='Well, today has been a day of mixed victories and defeats.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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/_ICuN-FSpS6M/SE9HyjWDM3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/hMOrfRJD3Kg/s72-c/Nicole%27s+favorite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-478879220383892106</id><published>2008-06-05T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:49:44.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetation</title><content type='html'>So, I'M leaving tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big surprise, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is getting married~ :3 I hardly ever get to see this side of my family, so it'll be interesting to say the least. The conversations usually involved, "Oh, I know you? Yes, I know you! A hug? Already? Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're driving all day tomorrow, partying Saturday and Sunday, and driving back Monday. LOTS of time in the car. At least we're used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, our blue suburban collapsed! Dad's getting it repaired, though Heaven knows WHY. That this is literally on its last wheels. At this point, the only way we could POSSIBLY make money off that thing is by removing its internal organs and selling them on the black market. At this point, fixing it again is like giving the man without legs stilts so he can deliver your mail for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird analogy, but I think it gets my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is just a post to say I'll be gone for four days! And I'm leaving you with a &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Summer-Vegetation-87769802"&gt;doodle&lt;/a&gt;. Undoubtedly, I will have more doodles when I return from my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^-^ I haven't even STARTED on my summer homework yet. However, I have made a pretty good dent in Dominic Deegan's archives. :3 GOOD comic. Must... finish... before... I leave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-478879220383892106?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/478879220383892106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=478879220383892106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/478879220383892106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/478879220383892106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/06/vegetation.html' title='Vegetation'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-2966239452525848122</id><published>2008-05-31T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:32:40.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEHAVE.</title><content type='html'>First update of the summer! And first in a long time, too... Sorry about that! I choose to blame finals. It's all their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes! It's a comic! Be happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved drawing Awrthyr's &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/BEHAVE-87290902"&gt;attic&lt;/a&gt;. That place is full of the most random things. Hobgoblins, I think, are pack rats. They like collecting strange things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next comic will hopefully come relatively soon... no school/homework, you know. All that jazz. Also! After this plotline, I am going to veer away from big long Lessons for a while. See how entertained I can be by just doing one or two page gags when the inspiration strikes me. I think my productivity will go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEENISH IS LEAVING!! T.T Sad sad. I hope she doesn't expect me to have fifty pages of ANYTHING done when she gets back, because it's not happening~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURTNETTY IS LEAVING!! T.T I know she doesn't expect me to have much done. She's realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; other things I could write about here, because it has been a long time since I have actually written &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;, but I'm not remembering any of it right now!! Which means, I'm done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment on the comic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-2966239452525848122?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2966239452525848122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=2966239452525848122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2966239452525848122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2966239452525848122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/05/behave.html' title='BEHAVE.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-1217045599474310891</id><published>2008-04-22T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:09:02.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie hearts and Bill boards.</title><content type='html'>I was up seeing my aunt's wedding this weekend. ^-^ She has a brand new last name now. And a husband! Miracles never cease. It means I get an uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the ceremony was beautiful, and I loved her dress. :3 I also got to see my... cousin? Second cousin? Whatever. Her name is Michelle, and it was good to see her again. The alternative would have been having NO ONE my age to talk to. Or even remotely my age. Or my sisters' ages. Honestly, my family is made up of old people, the marrying-age type, and a few stray toddlers.  It's a little bit depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't love them. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip, I drew a few piccies, because I had a bit of down time. Actually, a LOT of down time. One is kinda &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Twue-Wuv-83618073"&gt;cute&lt;/a&gt;, and the other is just me being... well. I'm sure there is a good &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/The-Deep-South-83618441"&gt;adjective&lt;/a&gt; somewhere for what I'm being, but I'll leave it up to you to find it.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! I saw the new Alvin and the Chipmunks movie over the weekend. It was adorable! I want the soundtrack now. :3 I loved it.  The plotline was pretty predictable, but in this case that didn't make the movie any less entertaining. After all, the movie was made for kids, basically. They don't have to dig too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Simon is just adorable. What more do you need, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I told the witch doctor I was in love with you~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all! Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-1217045599474310891?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1217045599474310891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=1217045599474310891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1217045599474310891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1217045599474310891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/04/cutie-hearts-and-bill-boards.html' title='Cutie hearts and Bill boards.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-8834849385247803969</id><published>2008-04-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:19:14.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='athlete'/><title type='text'>Stained Glass</title><content type='html'>I have a doodle for you guys. Nothing special, but I've had it for a while. I might not have &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Stained-Glass-82779750"&gt;bothered&lt;/a&gt; if Bippy hadn't pestered me about it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went to a concert last night! I was stunned to hear that Athlete and Switchfoot would be coming to a small town like ours, but did you hear me complaining? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing! Athlete is a British band, if you didn't know, and yes, he did have an accent. They seemed amazed that we thought it was amazing they were from England, but hey! I've lived in America ALL my life, just like MOST Americans. In fact, I have never even left the country, also like MOST Americans. Of course we're going to be interested in them! And I resent the accusation made by him that all Americans are stereotypical. XP The songs they played were cool, though I had trouble hearing the words clearly. At a concert, though, that's pretty much par for the course. Also, their drummer, Steve, couldn't go on tour with them, so they had Computer Steve to keep time with them! He was a mac laptop, and despite my usual hatred for Apples, ya gotta love Computer Steve. :D Everyone else loved him, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they played for about forty-five minutes, Switchfoot came on, and the mosh pit about doubled. Yeah, Arian, my sister and I were included in both mosh pits. :D And we did some jumping and air-punching and head bobbing, mostly just to be ironic. Not to say we didn't enjoy the show! It was a blast. I don't like to compare, but I definitely enjoyed Switchfoot more than Athlete, and not just because I could sing along with Switchfoot. They played longer than Athlete, and and a pretty sweet light show. At one point, Jon Foreman got down from the stage, and walked through the crowd. X3 Not to fan-girl on you all, but he came within about five feet of me, and it was pretty spaz-attack-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing? We were standing next to some guys who liked to wave their shoes in the air instead of just their hands, or a cellphone or lighter. At one point, Jon noticed and said something along the lines, "What?Why are you guys waving your shoes in the air? That's awesome!"  From then on, we referred to them as the Shoe Guys. Friendly group! At one point we all were swaying to the music together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, pretty awesome-sause show. I got a t-shirt, which I hope will fit. Am I the only one who has noticed that t-shirst run seriously small nowadays? Their XL looked like a medium. Insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the concert all I've done is homework. XP I won't bore you with the sordid details, because I know no one cares. I also won't say how much I am NOT liking the thought of school tomorrow. I know you all are feeling the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8834849385247803969?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8834849385247803969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8834849385247803969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8834849385247803969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8834849385247803969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/04/stained-glass.html' title='Stained Glass'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-4731003271911593521</id><published>2008-04-10T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:19:36.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to you soon, on Deviant...</title><content type='html'>Actually, it's coming to you right now. If you want to &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/The-GOOD-Rope-page-4-82476774"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the latest comic all pretty with its own page on Deviant, I'm sure the link is in one of these words. You can find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;i&gt;A Separate Piece&lt;/i&gt;. I'm sure you've heard this all before, but I called that book. I totally did. The likeable character suffered, suffered some more, and died. A really stupid and meaningless death, I would like to add. Who likes reading about that kind of stuff? If I wanted to be depressed, I would turn on the evening news. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough whining! I now need the opinion of my loyal (and small) viewer-age. In the comic, what do you think should happen next? I know you children love it when I suprise you with my wit and plot twists, but I am not sure how to continue from this point on. I could figure something out, I s'pose, but that means you would get the comic later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one rule? Awrthyr cannot die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't maim him too horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4731003271911593521?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4731003271911593521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4731003271911593521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4731003271911593521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4731003271911593521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/04/coming-to-you-soon-on-deviant.html' title='Coming to you soon, on Deviant...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-413309406319282815</id><published>2008-04-05T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:06:46.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The GOOD rope.</title><content type='html'>Okay, NOW you guys get a comic. ^.^;; Not as penance, though: no one mentioned it to me, so I am assuming none of you noticed my April Fool's joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leads me to think, do people even COME here anymore? Hmm. I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this time, I am posting the comic HERE, right here on my blog! I'll upload it to Deviant later. Maybe. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;((This totally isn't to get back at Ben for being a pest about the next comic. Totally. I don't think he even remembers I have a blog. &gt;:3))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R_fa_oz9iNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mQ5zCcPeNkU/s1600-h/Lesson+7,+page+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185854282762389714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R_fa_oz9iNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mQ5zCcPeNkU/s320/Lesson+7,+page+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worked on this comic several nights in the last week, and while I hate drawing a project out like that, it does seem to be a more efficient way of getting comics up. Sigh. So I think I'll try that process from now on, just to see if I get more drawing done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More MAP testing next week! Oh, joy of joys. And a super-duper evil History Kecz test of ultimate DOOM and SUFFERING. T.T I still have a chapter to read. Then again, what else is new?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a new hypothesis! &lt;i&gt;If&lt;/i&gt; the book is a Great American Novel, &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; it does not have a happy ending. Ever. It's against the rules. If a likable character doesn't die or suffer greatly, or if the main character isn't a bitter, superior jerk, it just isn't a Great American Novel. It would be against the rules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yeah. If you couldn't tell, I am about half way through A Seperate Peace. It's great. I'm enjoying it. Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Curse my Comm. Arts class...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the comic! :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-413309406319282815?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/413309406319282815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=413309406319282815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/413309406319282815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/413309406319282815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-rope.html' title='The GOOD rope.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R_fa_oz9iNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mQ5zCcPeNkU/s72-c/Lesson+7,+page+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-7949582510277908072</id><published>2008-04-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:21:35.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So! In honor of today, I am posting a &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/It-s-the-First-of-April-81654388"&gt;new&lt;/a&gt; comic! All shiney, and everything!! Enjoy, mes amies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone has heard of MAP testing, right? That big ol' required test in Missouri for anyone a part of the public school system? Yeah. IT'S DUMB. The type of test where they give you two hours to do about forty minutes of work. On the bright side, I did a lot of recreational reading! Maybe that was the school's goal after all. "Make rereading a book they've read five times more appealing!" - if that was their goal, you get an A+, school board. Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison Study was amazing- a very good read. I don't know if I should be anticipating or dreading reading the next two books, but I feel that way about many series, especially when the opinions of my friends on Magic Study and Fire Study are so contradictory. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my reading list, is Three to Get Deadly, by Janet Evonavich (along with the rest of her ridiculously long series), The More I See You, by Lynn Kurland, and A Seperate Peace, by John Knowles. Geez, what a spread. Anyone who knows books won't be able to decide if I'm a murder-mystery junkie, hopeless romantic, or a fan of the old classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((For the record, please don't kill me. Don't hate me because it's April Fool's Day!))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-7949582510277908072?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/7949582510277908072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=7949582510277908072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/7949582510277908072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/7949582510277908072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-tuesday.html' title='Hello, Tuesday'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-3897283485508898751</id><published>2008-03-23T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:23:00.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney world'/><title type='text'>MORE PICCIES WOO!</title><content type='html'>Even more piccies of the trip! In my own defense, if you are sick of them, I took WAY less than Courtney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel we just stayed in overnight in... Georgia? Kentucky? Don't remember. Definitely not four stars, but it worked for just one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181009211760150386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-akbYz9h3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ReUz428qYR0/s200/DSCN0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look! It's Goofy! Omigod, he's coming this way! He's going to run me over! Move- augh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181010500250339234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-almYz9h6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/waSY9sw2Dzg/s200/DSCN0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erin's idol. Stitch is rather large in real life, huh? From the movies, you would think he was such a little thing! Amazing what filming does to a person's height...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181010667754063794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-alwIz9h7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/MmSYjdCziFA/s200/DSCN0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:3 I think this is my favorite group piccy I took. James is falling over! It's great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181011363538765778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-amYoz9h9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/-3_oDJzGR0Y/s200/DSCN0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what these stained glass windows are based off of? Go ahead, guess. You'll never get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181009679911585682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-ak2oz9h5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/GyUYlOzpnDo/s200/DSCN0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Epcot, they have the World Showcase, right? Where you get to go to a bunch of different countries! I tried to get a bunch of piccies of Japan, but by then it was dark, and few turned out. The second one was from a middle eastern country... can't remember if it was India or not. *shrugs* Pretty mosaics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181013188899866610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-aoC4z9h_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/lzZjwqvV7QE/s200/DSCN0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181013180309932002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-aoCYz9h-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/vR0M9hB5YHw/s200/DSCN0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG THE MASKS. In Italy, they had a mask shop! If there is one thing I wish I could have gotten on this trip, it is one of those AMAZING masks. Of course, they were ridiculously expensive. BUT SO PRETTY. I was very impressed! They're all handmade!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181014747972995138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-apdoz9iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eNblYGVXVys/s200/DSCN0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to entitle the next set of pictures "THE BEST DAY OF ERIN'S LIFE." You guys think I fan girl over Tinkerbell? I think Erin would have killed someone to get a picture with Spiderman, if she had to. Fortunately, she only had to wait in a line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181015070095542354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-apwYz9iFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tunIaZKpaTs/s200/DSCN0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The handsome fellow there is Wolverine. I know, he looked less like a dork in the movies, right? Well, that didn't stop Erin and James. Ah, spandex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181015332088547442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-ap_oz9iHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mLk_-CK3Kdk/s200/DSCN0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those two lovely ladies in costume are Rogue and Storm, if you, once again, couldn't tell. Amazing!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181015546836912258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-aqMIz9iII/AAAAAAAAAJU/tzCtUUoPXuA/s200/DSCN0438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember Erin's plastic arsenal? Maybe not. But in one of the Marvel gift shops Erin bought a pair of plastic Wolverine claws, which we PROBABLY shouldn't have allowed her to do. But since when were we smart? Erin and James were barred from the Shrek area of Universal Studios by one of the wandering village girls. She looked absolutely petrified by their fighting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181016221146777778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-aqzYz9iLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/n_7W4z5HzzI/s200/DSCN0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D You'll think this is funny, but after these pictures we had a few more days of parks to do! But my camera was out of memory, so I didn't take too many more. Oh well! You guys understand, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually did take a picture of the Disney's Magical Kingdom light parade. It took place at about midnight on our last day there. :D What were we doing at Magical Kingdom, you ask? Riding the Dumbo Ride. Amazing. And Space Mountain! MORE amazing. Courtney wasn't happy about it, but it was perfectly safe and dark and fast and fun! :3 I was very happy with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about all I need to say... I think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/119267878436250471-3897283485508898751?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3897283485508898751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3897283485508898751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3897283485508898751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3897283485508898751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-piccies-woo.html' title='MORE PICCIES WOO!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-akbYz9h3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ReUz428qYR0/s72-c/DSCN0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-1933148627297809523</id><published>2008-03-22T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:23:47.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney world'/><title type='text'>More on the trip~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WUKIz9h2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/QH4Z4DxuVlk/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Installment two involves more piccies. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the shrubbery! Be impressed. I was. Amazingly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180702327756916290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WNUYz9hkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LIlHQGE33Tc/s200/DSCN0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180701670626919970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WMuIz9hiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-EQtKGbmYNQ/s200/DSCN0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180709182524720946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WTjYz9hzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyRXbUy6Ufw/s200/DSCN0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180709650676156242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WT-oz9h1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NPs69LjX6tI/s200/DSCN0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you can't see it, Stitch is sitting in the life guard chair up there, looking adorable. Over the trip, everyone learned that Erin is totally in love with Stitch. She bought a plushie of him, and he became her firstborn. It was an funny joke, that was surprisingly long-lived. I don't think it's died yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At MGM. The Holleywood division of Disney World- for those of you who aren't nerds, that giant robot would be from Star Wars. VERY big. VERY impressive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180700532460586466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WLr4z9heI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PvMd8xLc5Wc/s200/DSCN0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's totally about to crush James. Too bad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180701932619925042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WM9Yz9hjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Uc4x2bTeXy4/s200/DSCN0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;((Fun fact: James totally beat me up over the trip. I was bleeding. From my HEAD. Someone stole his hat (MIGHT have been me. I don't remember), and I got caught with it. So he whacked me over the head with it (wouldn't you have?), and it turns out my head is just super sensitive to being hit. I had a bump about the size of a quarter, but the excessive amounts of blood running down my face came from a prick the size of a needle point. I thought it was more funny than anything- didn't feel a thing. James felt bad, and everyone else freaked. *shrugs*))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a Beauty and the Beast Musical! I ADORED it. And sang along to all the songs. The actually managed to get most of the plotline and all of the songs into about thirty-three minutes. And I took about one picture a minute, by those reconnings. If you want to see them all, contact me, but for now, you can just see the finale~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180703667786712690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WOiYz9hnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UQEaP09SVrY/s200/DSCN0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180703916894815874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WOw4z9hoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/92cr4YeJCP8/s200/DSCN0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal Kingdom! Disney World's zoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180705269809514162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WP_oz9hrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/L4Kb85wcruU/s200/DSCN0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tree of Life. VERY HUGE. VERY COOL. This is about as close to it as you can get. Which was disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180705591932061378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WQSYz9hsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1tW43lKAMUY/s200/DSCN0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lions, tigers, and... flamingos? Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180706103033169634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WQwIz9huI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rN04va_vOUI/s200/DSCN0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180706094443235026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WQvoz9htI/AAAAAAAAAF8/P_AUs4JYWTc/s200/DSCN0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180706734393362162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WRU4z9hvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/crZlDKALWK4/s200/DSCN0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lion and tiger were rare sightings, apparently- actually, only the lion was. Supposedly, they are rarely seen on the safari, because they sleep most of the day. It was cool. With the tiger, you could see about five of them at any given time, but we're the only people I know that the tiger deemed cool enough to come and inspect through a window. :D We were taking piccies like crazy. Court, Ashey, and Erin got some really good ones, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted half the pictures that I want to- but I feel this blog is already too long. And, as blogger isn't really equipped to post a lot of pictures in one post, I'm getting annoyed with it. I'll post the rest of them later, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out. &lt;/div&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/119267878436250471-1933148627297809523?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1933148627297809523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=1933148627297809523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1933148627297809523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1933148627297809523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-on-trip.html' title='More on the trip~'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-WNUYz9hkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LIlHQGE33Tc/s72-c/DSCN0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-1149737481446581471</id><published>2008-03-21T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:22:24.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney world'/><title type='text'>BACK FROM OBSENELY LONG TRIP</title><content type='html'>Okay. *deep breath* I am NOT writing about the whole trip here. But I have some piccies that will help sum up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride on the first (second?) day got a little loopy. They earned those rabbit ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180382369873233234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-RqUYz9hVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PnZh5PbLZ5A/s200/DSCN0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180382382758135138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-RqVIz9hWI/AAAAAAAAADE/CfSeJ8ijOd4/s200/DSCN0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180382387053102450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-RqVYz9hXI/AAAAAAAAADM/oM-_D1e5M8Y/s200/DSCN0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the scenery in Disney- everywhere. Theme parks pay so much attention to detail. Oh, the shrubbery! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post more tomorrow. Blogger hates me, and doesn't want to upload more piccies. Not to mention, I am dog tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip home was a bit frustrating... Bus 1 (we were on Bus 2) had trouble. So we had to stop to get it fixed. They ended up dropping us at a mall in VALDOSTA (yes, you must say the name with an accent), Georgia. THe mall was relatively small (one bathroom in the whole place small), but it had a book store, which had FURUBA! So I was content. We were all going a little &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Road-Trip-Delay-80632307"&gt;stir crazy&lt;/a&gt;, though. I think in the end we were pushed back, what? Five hours? Eight? Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rant to come later. Unpacking!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-1149737481446581471?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1149737481446581471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=1149737481446581471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1149737481446581471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1149737481446581471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-obsenely-long-trip.html' title='BACK FROM OBSENELY LONG TRIP'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R-RqUYz9hVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PnZh5PbLZ5A/s72-c/DSCN0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-7543329206519596794</id><published>2008-03-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:01:33.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR BEENISH,</title><content type='html'>because the rest of the people who read my blog will be in other parts of the country, and thus don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I thought, "Wow! I'm gonna be gone all break." That means all the comics I WOULD be doing then, wouldn't get done. So I did the unthinkable for my small readership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past six days, I did five comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW. It's amazing. Not only that!! But they are not part of the current plotline! It is RE-INTRODUCTIONS. Because the first chapter I ever did sucked, so now I can have new people reading my comic with the NEW introduction, and I won't be embarrassed by my poor drawing skills of yesteryear. It's amusing, I think. YOu must comment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, YOU, BEENISH, must TRY to relax during break. T.T This is my offering for you. So PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, at LEAST sleep in for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Re-Introduction-page-1-79920751"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Re-Introduction-page-2-79920930"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Re-Introduction-page-3-79921061"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Re-Introduction-page-4-79921214"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Re-Introduction-page-5-79921513"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate my improved drawing skills! I drew us in our old costumes, so you can ALSO appreciate how much of a better character designer I am nowadays as opposed to way back when. Drawing everyone with the old hair cuts was weird as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning outside! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I think that is all... Going on a trip tomorrow morning! w00t!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;((Psst... I'll have another suprise for everyone not going on the trip come school in a week and a half... izza surprise...))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-7543329206519596794?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/7543329206519596794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=7543329206519596794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/7543329206519596794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/7543329206519596794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-beenish.html' title='DEAR BEENISH,'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-454765653993505068</id><published>2008-03-06T18:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:52:45.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay....</title><content type='html'>... I KNOW what you are thinking. But I can explain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the homework. It kept me from drawing. It isn't my fault!! I promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had less homework tonight. Amazing! So I &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Lavender-Elf-79309349"&gt;doodled&lt;/a&gt;. I know, I know, I should draw a comic. T.T Unfortunately, those take hours, so I doodled with a pretty new lavender pen I have, and then fiddled with the image on my computer! So, a doodle of a lavender elf. :D Be appreciative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL try to do another comic soon. I swear. Once I decide what I want to do next. ((I wasn't joking before- I really HAD been building up to the last comic for... ages, and didn't really consider where I wanted to go afterwards. :D I know, I'm amazing.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Florida in a week!! So excited, in a I-would-really-rather-skip-the-two-full-days-of-riding-in-a-bus way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... that's all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-454765653993505068?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/454765653993505068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=454765653993505068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/454765653993505068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/454765653993505068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay.html' title='Okay....'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-4023217547573931222</id><published>2008-02-20T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:47:00.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLOR</title><content type='html'>Yes, be shocked and amazed-- I have actually used color. And MARKERS, to boot. Shocking and amazing. Since when does Ivy use color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably has something to do with Mommy buying me new metallic markers. :3 Which are VERY fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, before you ask, &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Fae-77969123"&gt;NO&lt;/a&gt;, it is not Fey. It is just a fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... in other news... I hope I didn't fail the Kez test. I hope my LAST Kez test will be turned in SOON. Otherwise, there WILL be blood, and wouldn't it suck if it were someone we liked who hasn't turned in my essay yet? Only think. It would be much better for everyone if they just turned in my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my uuber evil Blue Book test of Doom in Earth Science has been put off by yet ANOTHER day. :D I am happy about this, though I probably COULD take it tomorrow.  If the weather cooperates, of course. Have I mentioned just how much I ADORE this weather? :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Mononoke isn't a bad movie. Weird, but Japanese animation usually is. It was a new experience for everyone else in the class, and I got a kick out of everyone else wondering what the heck was going on, and commenting on how WEIRD it was. Overall, not as good as Spirited Away or Howl's Moving Castle, but I don't regret watching it.  I guess they're just weirded out by seeing more mature plotlines sketched out in cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I think that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4023217547573931222?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4023217547573931222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4023217547573931222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4023217547573931222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4023217547573931222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/02/color.html' title='COLOR'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-9009793959842234846</id><published>2008-02-17T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:52:12.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again!</title><content type='html'>I've finally uplaoded &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Chick-Flicks-quot-Mindless-TV-quot-77637702"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; picture onto Deviant... at last... so now if you want to look at a version you can actually read without straining yourself, you can!! W00t!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for three day weekends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-9009793959842234846?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/9009793959842234846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=9009793959842234846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/9009793959842234846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/9009793959842234846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/02/again.html' title='Again!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-5646404926047798694</id><published>2008-02-10T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:04:11.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art!</title><content type='html'>Cause I said I would! Even though most of my friends didn't deign to offer their opinion about my avvies!! Which was my prerequisite to posting art, by the way. The only reason why I am posting this now is because Erin is writing, which merits praise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialadocious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bippity Bobbity Boo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165552137336011714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="396" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R6-6TPasO8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/r9oACy9WX60/s400/Mindless+television.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pop! Six! Squish! Cicero! Lipschitz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Betcha can't guess what I'm listening to right now!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Monday tomorrow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry if it's a little hard to read. I can't seem to make it enlarge at all without catastrophic results. *shrugs in defeat*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5646404926047798694?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5646404926047798694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5646404926047798694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5646404926047798694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5646404926047798694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/02/art.html' title='Art!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R6-6TPasO8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/r9oACy9WX60/s72-c/Mindless+television.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-8815914404997684313</id><published>2008-02-09T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:14:36.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Art' Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't quote me on this, but I WILL try to get real art this weekend. ^.^;;; Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I have been working on an 'art' project!! Anyway, it's KIND OF art. So I figure I'll post it for your entertainment. :D Sometimes I think I should turn off my brain for the sake of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem being, I couldn't make just ONE. And I can't decide which I like best. *rolls eyes* Opinions, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165029873607785378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R63fTfasO6I/AAAAAAAAACk/nEru698KmMg/s320/sponge+official+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165029233657658242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R63euPasO4I/AAAAAAAAACU/l3JewkPPpGk/s320/sponge+official+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165029229362690930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R63et_asO3I/AAAAAAAAACM/Rdphy6uA72c/s320/sponge+official+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8815914404997684313?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8815914404997684313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8815914404997684313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8815914404997684313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8815914404997684313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/02/art-project.html' title='&apos;Art&apos; Project'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R63fTfasO6I/AAAAAAAAACk/nEru698KmMg/s72-c/sponge+official+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-4213104572491818318</id><published>2008-02-02T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:23:47.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, NOW you get a comic. :3</title><content type='html'>Just to start off, you guys have no idea how long I have been building up to this comic. Nicole found &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Honor-Defended-76286583"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; hilarious. :3 I hope it makes you giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, sorry Bippy and Ben. I will try to stop making jokes at Bip's expense, and I'm SURE I'll be nicer to Awrthyr in the future. Maybe. Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way: Awrthyr isn't a swamp-monster, so I'm going to have to beat on him a little bit. :D It evens out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, mes amies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4213104572491818318?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4213104572491818318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4213104572491818318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4213104572491818318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4213104572491818318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-now-you-get-comic-3.html' title='Okay, NOW you get a comic. :3'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-8543161447290663043</id><published>2008-02-01T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:35:43.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day~~</title><content type='html'>Don't you absolutely adore them? :3 Gives you all sorts of extra time to do things!!! Like dust!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ride your bike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sleep in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And read!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do a comic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not post it until tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^-^ You guys didn't really want a comic tonight, anyway, right? It's all finished and pretty, but scanning and cleaning it up would take another hour, and I'm going to bed in less than an hour!!! And I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD things happen when I try to art on the computer when half-asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a temperature today! It probably came from spending too much time with Ava. I believe she got the whole world sick. XP Bad, Ava!! Bad!! Don't ever get the whole world sick again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the snow is gone, sadly. But I am immensely satisfied that it got us out of school, only for the weather to decide, "Nope! I'm actually going to be really nice today. Enjoy your day off!" I think it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bippy needs to update her blog. *pokes Bippy* UPDATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this completely pointless post, I DO feel the need to apologize to both Bippy and Ben for the next comic. For different reasons for each of them, but hey. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8543161447290663043?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8543161447290663043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8543161447290663043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8543161447290663043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8543161447290663043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow day~~'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-3996120962390112302</id><published>2008-01-19T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:21:01.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Advertising</title><content type='html'>For those of you who just cannot have enough links to go on your Favorites list for those rainy days, or, heck, if you just like poetry? Ben and I have started a blog that may be to your interest. There will be poetry, art stuff, and probably some angsty rantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, it may make you seem more well-read.  Two posts and we already have some religion mixed in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreyanmik.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dreyanmik.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you support at least me, if not Ben, in all things, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, my last comic was my fiftieth post. w00t for amazing accomplishments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs and ignores Kat, who is probably over two hundred by now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second time in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-3996120962390112302?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3996120962390112302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3996120962390112302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3996120962390112302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3996120962390112302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/01/shameless-advertising.html' title='Shameless Advertising'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-6907695646226492219</id><published>2008-01-19T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:46:27.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, COME ON!!</title><content type='html'>My sister actually laughed at this &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Come-on-page-2-75071127"&gt;little&lt;/a&gt; comic. You had better appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ERIN!! You're old like me, come Monday!! Don't worry, I haven't NOTICED any health problems, as of yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this comic. :3 I actually really like it. And I really like the NEXT comic I am going to do, too. I hope I can keep up this string of inspired ideas for the entire Lesson. Probably not, but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. On a side note, sorry, Ben. :D You know it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this comic, I was SUPER DUPER careful to get all the details down right. For some reason, I decided to have amazingly complex outfits for everyone this chapter. *rolls eyes* It would be a pain to forget something, then have to go back and fix it. I would like the jury to know, that while Mugen's hat is SUPER AWESOME, it is also a pain to draw, and shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Awrthyr will be officially OFFICIALLY announced in the next comic. *snicker* Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yay for him!! :D Nothing bad will happen, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, three day weekend! A birthday sleepover thing!! Good books raining down upon me!! I've even got my mother offering me stuff from her stash. :3 Life is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band trip is coming up!! o.o So close now. I am excited, and at the same time, VERY VERY not looking forward to the bus ride there and back. Will my endurance hold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THat is all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-6907695646226492219?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/6907695646226492219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=6907695646226492219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6907695646226492219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6907695646226492219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-come-on.html' title='Oh, COME ON!!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-2184693406131080674</id><published>2008-01-10T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:53:09.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School in a Box Sketch</title><content type='html'>The title says it. It's a sketch, not a comic. Sorry~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not really. :3 Because this is an amazing amount of art I have been putting out. I barely know what to write, because I got everything out of my system yesterday. Amazing~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty whimsy thing. It was kinda how I felt about Kez's most recent essay, and I noticed that Mugen and Akira had never been in a &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/High-School-in-a-Box-74322099"&gt;sketchy&lt;/a&gt;-sketch together. *shrug* You shall notice, it is very sketchy. :D Hense, it is a sketch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say. I like Akira's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD TOMORROW IS FRIDAY!! Woot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Oh! I already like aerobics better than I ever liked PE. Ever. Instead of doing what feels like a total and complete waste of my life-energy, I am actually exercising. If am lucky, I'll actually start feeling SORE soon. This has never happened with PE, but has, sadly enough, happened with band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are perceptive and junk and stuff, there is a hidden message in the irony of that sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crucible, so far, is entertaining, in that I can't believe some people are so A) cruel or B) stupid. Abigail is a little witch!! *rolls eyes* And I thought Hester had it bad. Puritans in general seem to be a bunch of fanatical freaks. I would truly be terrified to meet one, should I ever travel back in time to New England. And I can't say that about many sects of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Puritans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-2184693406131080674?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2184693406131080674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=2184693406131080674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2184693406131080674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2184693406131080674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/01/high-school-in-box-sketch.html' title='High School in a Box Sketch'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-4445185611910240302</id><published>2008-01-09T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:39:22.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Random</title><content type='html'>KEYBOARD TOTALLY FIXED! SO HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Mandatory Band Meeting last night, which means I have more art to show you guys!! Notice how productively I use my time!! I think it's hilarious that I managed to finish a &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/School-Fashion-74219143"&gt;mini&lt;/a&gt;-comic and listen to the meeting at the same time, but hey! Best band meeting I've been to in a while. So, I am posting this here for those of you who don't attend the meetings. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comic is actually something I had been mulling over a while. ^.^;; I don't MEAN to always have Ava be the stoic cynic to burst Fey's hopes and dreams, but honestly! She fits it best. Someday I'll have Mugen or Akira be mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I WILL START READING CITY OF BONES AND THE SWEET FAR THING SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would start them tomorrow, except tomorrow is THURSDAY, which means I WILL have to pay attention in school, then go home to work on an essay and a hugemongous earth science assignment. -.- And I have a Math Analysis test this Friday. I think my teachers are all ganging up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start aerobics tomorrow. Can you SENSE my joy at the thought of the class through the computer? I knew it. I'll try and tone down my enthusiasm. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;I start aerobics tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably try to do more mini comics from now on. This one took half an hour, max, while a normal comic averages four, five hours. *rolls eyes* You all WONDER why I only post when we have multiple days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIN NEEDS TO WRITE, AND IF SHE HAS WRITTEN, SHE NEEDS TO SEND HER CO-AUTHORS WHAT SHE HAS DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4445185611910240302?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4445185611910240302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4445185611910240302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4445185611910240302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4445185611910240302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/01/lesson-random.html' title='Lesson Random'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-26381902300535989</id><published>2008-01-05T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:03:03.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R4BSlwk0GgI/AAAAAAAAABs/kFrjiU8B_eg/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152208782359796226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R4BSlwk0GgI/AAAAAAAAABs/kFrjiU8B_eg/s320/Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand, here's &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Odd-Neighbor-page-1-73906522"&gt;Awrthyr!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-26381902300535989?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/26381902300535989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=26381902300535989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/26381902300535989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/26381902300535989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2008/01/odd-neighbor.html' title='Odd Neighbor'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R4BSlwk0GgI/AAAAAAAAABs/kFrjiU8B_eg/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-3807970997886378013</id><published>2007-12-25T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:07:36.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguin meat is delicious.</title><content type='html'>Merry &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Merry-Christmahanakwansika-72934151"&gt;Christmas&lt;/a&gt;, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you couldn't tell, I am back from the land of cheese!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride there was the nightmare of all car-rides. First, an hour south of St. Louis, our battery basically dies. There are fancier words for it, but in the end we had to replace it. Took all of four hours. DEFINITLY fun. Then, as if we hadn't lost enough time, about an hour from Rockfort (it's in northern Illinois, you ignorant peoples) our front left tire blows. So, in the dark, foggy night at the side of an interstate, Dad gets to learn how to change a tire on a Suburban! A nerve wracking experience, to be sure. We lost another forty minutes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, once we got there (at eleven at night. We left at seven. This kills us all) everything was dandy! I got to see basically all the relatives I KNOW, and a bunch of the others that I KINDA know, and a lot more people who I am sure I am related to, but don't even know there NAMES!! It was great. Hung out with Michelle, Tommy and Taylor for the party on Dad's side of the family (Tommy and Taylor are midgies. Except Tommy is now in seventh grade. o.O I cannot express my shock enough.) And, for the party on mom's side of the family, I hung out with basically everyone, cause I KNOW all those guys. Kevin (a cousin) decided my dad is batman, and that's why we moved to Joplin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mom bought us adorable chocolate-mountain cupcakes from a bakery. They were in the shape of penguins. :D I loved them! Pure chocolate. I grossed mes soeurs out by describing the chocolate mouse, penguin guts I was enjoying. My sisters couldn't take so much sweet. Hense, I love penguin meat. And I got my SISTERS' penguin meat, too!!  My sisters have no appreciation. (The brains are the most delicious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the highlights! The trip home, we discovered that the trip up to Wisconsin can either be ungodly long (fourteen hours), or can be quickened through sheer willpower and less bathroom breaks (ten hours). The two average out to the estimated length of the trip for the rest of the world. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us to this morning! Finished with gifts, tres happy!! :D :D :D I won't bore you with the details. Except one detail. My sisters got ipod nanos. They have crossed over to the dark side. I am only glad that I am not forced to compromise my own beliefs, because I have had multiple talks with dad about their ultimate evil. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! Happy Eid!! All that jazz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((PS- YOU HAD BETTER BE FEELING FESTIVE, BEN.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-3807970997886378013?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3807970997886378013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3807970997886378013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3807970997886378013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3807970997886378013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/12/penguin-meat-is-delicious.html' title='Penguin meat is delicious.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-8787885886141764416</id><published>2007-12-11T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:44:31.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm. Yeah. It's cold outside.</title><content type='html'>Which is a SUPREME understatement, but hey. It got us out of two days in school (who wants to go for three?!). So I'm rolling with it. Obviously, we have power back now, and even more obviously, we have internet. This, quite frankly, shocks and amazes me to no end. But again: NOT GOING TO QUESTION IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, honestly the most sad I am about this weather is the MASSIVE amount of tree damage going on around here... and basically everyhwhere else. Our poor trees! T.T It makes me so sad... darn ice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Don't take that in the wrong way, Ice Goddess. I love you anyway. Please don't go... bring snow next time, 'kay?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I have some awesome sauce piccies to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168AgoBU3I/AAAAAAAAABE/JvREc2cPhr4/s1600-h/DSCN0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142754541447500658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168AgoBU3I/AAAAAAAAABE/JvREc2cPhr4/s320/DSCN0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168BAoBU4I/AAAAAAAAABM/ZT1_YJGmJmM/s1600-h/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142754550037435266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168BAoBU4I/AAAAAAAAABM/ZT1_YJGmJmM/s320/DSCN0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168BgoBU5I/AAAAAAAAABU/7pg_wgX3ZPs/s1600-h/DSCN0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142754558627369874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168BgoBU5I/AAAAAAAAABU/7pg_wgX3ZPs/s320/DSCN0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168CAoBU6I/AAAAAAAAABc/6CHdW4QqIH0/s1600-h/DSCN0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142754567217304482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168CAoBU6I/AAAAAAAAABc/6CHdW4QqIH0/s320/DSCN0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168CgoBU7I/AAAAAAAAABk/Ds1ePk-fSyw/s1600-h/DSCN0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142754575807239090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168CgoBU7I/AAAAAAAAABk/Ds1ePk-fSyw/s320/DSCN0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, you have to turn the second to last picture on its side. But look at my poor trees! My poor beeches! T.T I love those trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's a little sad... but hopefully, the trees will recover in time... but it's funny to me how the catastrophe of the trees drives home the mild emergency of an ice storm more than the loss of power to thousands of homes does. ^.^;; Aw well. I guess I just have my priorities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Lesson-7-Moving-title-page-71883843"&gt;colored&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. You all should be proud! I love how snowdays give us so much free time. What kinda DOES annoy me, though, is now that the internet is back, I have to do one thing, and probably will do much less of another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to do minor research for Kez's class. Dang my conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now that the internet is back up, I will be MUCH less focused on my thesis paper. As if I didn't have enough trouble starting on that thing when I DIDN'T have an unlimited source for distraction at my finger tips. God dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much else happening here. Oh, wait. My lights don't work again. And I'm pretty sure the speakers on my computer are shot, too. Power goes off, lights don't work. Power goes off five or six more times, my speakers his and buzz at me, and won't play music. Oh, the inconveniences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8787885886141764416?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8787885886141764416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8787885886141764416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8787885886141764416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8787885886141764416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/12/umm-yeah-its-cold-outside.html' title='Umm. Yeah. It&apos;s cold outside.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/R168AgoBU3I/AAAAAAAAABE/JvREc2cPhr4/s72-c/DSCN0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-1945293597237372092</id><published>2007-12-07T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:13:52.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruff H2Os A-hed.</title><content type='html'>... as my 'Urth' Science teacher would say. Or write on the board for our notes. He has a distinct sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's an astute sentence. ^.^;; NOT sure how much arting I will be doing in the immediate future, with finals coming up and a thesis paper due in Kez's. @.@ I feel dizzy just thinking about it. ... Of course, I'm not implying that I generally due as much art as possible even WHEN I have free time. What can I say? I am American, there fore I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm happy. Not a genius Asian or Finnish teen or something, but pretty darn happy. Who thinks that a bad trade off, considering I'm not anywhere near dumb either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. That's just a blip of what my mind has been mulling over off and on for a while. I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to art! This IS an art post. I hadn't mentioned that yet, had I? Bad Ivy. Anyway, I DO have art, to some extent! Prepatory stuff for the next chapter. Ava's new &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/New-Outfit-71612456"&gt;outfit&lt;/a&gt;, and a sketchy junky &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Preview-Sketchy-Junkie-Thing-71612617"&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt;. It's the basis for the next title page... I think it's pretty funny... :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas parade tomorrow! Hallejuha. I love concert season in the band. It is SO nice to start the day playing music. Infinitely relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And on the note of Christmas. My favorite part (after stuff like eggnog) of Christmas at my place is the decorations. My mom REALLY gets into it. At this piont, the middle floor is barely recognizable. And it isn't the cheesey Wal-mart decorations with cardboard/plastic Santa Clause figures with neon Merry Christmas lights either. She likes making her own stuff. Physically going out and buying a naked wreath, hunting down pretty ribbons and doo-dads, and making her own stuff. Garlands, wreaths, mini-trees, pillows, you name it. I'd volunteer to decorate more, but I don't think I would do her stuff half the justice. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done being boring now! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Preview-Sketchy-Junkie-Thing-71612617"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-1945293597237372092?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1945293597237372092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=1945293597237372092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1945293597237372092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1945293597237372092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/12/ruff-h2os-hed.html' title='Ruff H2Os A-hed.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-581255507673693695</id><published>2007-11-29T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:47:13.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework is for AFTER dinner</title><content type='html'>So, I have been immensely productive art-wise in the last twenty four hours. It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking, I don't want to start a whole new Lesson without finishing up the last one. This means that, starting last night and ending now, I have uploaded all sixteen pages of the last story arc onto deviant now!! :3 This is an amazing feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that, while this is an 'art' post, there is nothing new. Just a bunch of things you haven't seen in a really long time. Maybe they'll give you a chuckle. Also, I would like to say that I am irrationally proud of how much my style has changed artistically from the beginning of this Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Real-Life-page-2-70971337"&gt;Real Life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/TRAITORS-page-3-70971799"&gt;TRAITORS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Great-Lummox-the-Hippo-page-4-70972034"&gt;Great Lummox the Hippo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Shotgun-page-5-70972598"&gt;Shotgun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Henry-the-VIII-page-6-70973118"&gt;Henry the VIII&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Friendship-page-7-70976065"&gt;Friendship&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, the entire story arc is now readily accessable right from your very computer screens. Amazing, non? :D Now, maybe someday I'll upload the rest... o.O Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and major kudos to anyone who can find the very minor outfit change I inadvertedly made. ^.^;; Too many details!! I forget sometimes!! And it isn't Fey's hair being down, or Mugen's hair cut. &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; was done courtesy of the trunk fairies, remember? They love cutting hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm.... I guess that's all!! The next lesson won't start for a while, as I have a cover page to do and a few outfits I have yet to design... no complaining. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I should PROBABLY do my homework. XP Nasty stuff, but necessary.  I have tests tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-581255507673693695?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/581255507673693695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=581255507673693695' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/581255507673693695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/581255507673693695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/11/homework-is-for-after-dinner.html' title='Homework is for AFTER dinner'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-8511343728916427945</id><published>2007-11-25T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:50:57.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you haven't read my LAST comic, scroll down. Second in Three Days!! &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST COOOOOOOMIC!! For this lesson!! So excited!! Squeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was drawing the comic, I realized that I've been drawing these guys in the same outfits since LAST YEAR. o.O Been working on this story arc for a LONG TIME. Craziness!! So glad to be done!! It's been rewarding, I think. I've improved!! Like, *whispers* I'm drawing hands now. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this also means it's good bye to crazy police man and Cashier Boy. Sad sad. They were fun, I guess. They're poor, love struck souls will have to fade into non existence. I am satisfied with how I drew them, though. :3 I don't usually draw males. Or hands. *pokes the hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I like how this whole comic is drawn. Very &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Fin-70688202"&gt;nice&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a side note, if you don't check my blog regularly, I DID post a comic two or three days ago. WHICH MEANS, if you haven't read it, *coughcough*KatErin*coughcough* you need to scroll down. Of course, maybe you HAVE read it, but didn't comment or tell me about it at all, which is mean of you. &gt;:P I am a CAT. I need PRAISE. Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done whining!! Merry Christmas, world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, what else... not much since I last posted. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I want snowdays! And if I have to go to school tomorrow, I DON'T want it to snow, because of a stupid parade in the evening. Ever tried to march in snow? Me neither. I REALLY DON'T WANT TO TRY IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... not much else!! I have a kitty, and I'm tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8511343728916427945?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8511343728916427945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8511343728916427945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8511343728916427945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8511343728916427945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you-havent-read-my-last-comic-scroll.html' title='If you haven&apos;t read my LAST comic, scroll down. Second in Three Days!! &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-7159628669704878648</id><published>2007-11-23T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:36:11.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RVPD: Rampaging Vampires Police Department</title><content type='html'>Squee!! Only one more page for this lesson!! &gt;.&lt; So exited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't actually planning on doing a comic today, what with our having guests and all, but I had one of those moments of true brilliancy, where the light of truth is flashed before your eyes, and I just had to do something about it. There goes six hours. It's my new favorite, I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Ranna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actuality, I would have had this comic posted, oh... an hour and a half ago, but just as I was finishing the final touches, my program shut down, and I hadn't saved for hours. This has happened before, of course, but this was the first time I actually felt the need to hyperventilate. x.x DEATH. Either way, now it is posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because Blogger has deleted half my post about five times now when I try to use the link, here's the address: &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/RVPD-70502967"&gt;http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/RVPD-70502967&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am no longer sitting in the dark!! For those of you who I haven't whined to yet, my entire light/fan unit stopped working, oh... two weeks ago, at least. Finally, Dad realizes that it's so screwed up that a few new parts and rearranged wires isn't going to do anything, so he spend a good part of this afternoon turning my room into a forest of ladders, tools, wires, and other small metal bits. Now, I have a new fan, and cool light! And, because it doesn't provide quite enough light, I also have a corner lamp. *shrug* I didn't feel I needed it, but Dad did. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was delicious. :3 Yay America! My mom, Nicole, and cousin Michelle went shopping today, on Black Friday. Stupid souls. Seemed to enjoy themselves. ... Dad just shouted an expletive, and we realize that he has inadvertedly burned his traditional, secret-recipe turkey soup to a crisp. Feel bad for him, but, I never really liked the soup, so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the comic! It burned six hours of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-7159628669704878648?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/7159628669704878648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=7159628669704878648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/7159628669704878648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/7159628669704878648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/11/rvpd-rampaging-vampires-police.html' title='RVPD: Rampaging Vampires Police Department'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-4882183454979974732</id><published>2007-11-20T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:45:09.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay For Red Mechanical Pencils~</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday everyone! And almost Thanksgiving! But NOT Black Friday. Black Friday scares the bejesus outa me. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this blog DOES have art to go along with it, but no comic. Be sad. And it's a new character! Who is not actually a character. Just a random person. Be sad. But it is art! Be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did this because I was wondering what other species of creature I might have in my world. ^-^ So, what would a, say, &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Demoness-70278514"&gt;&lt;i&gt;demoness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look like? Interesting question. Scarier than Mugen, how's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other occasion of this arting being, well, I wanted to draw something in pencil, then finish it in red. :D 'Cause it looks cool, of course!! So I did. I rather like my little doodle. Done with that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are coming up! w00t! I am having relatives I have met... once... before coming tomorrow, so that will be fun. And, for Christmas, the amazing thing. Be ready. Are you ready? Of course you're not ready. You'll never be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will tell you anyway! We're heading up to the cheese state for the holidays! ^-^ From the Thursday before to Christmas Eve we will be up visiting my OTHER relatives who I have met with probably... oh... I could count the number of times on two hands, probably. It'll be fun!! Minus, you know, the twenty-four hour round trip. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((On a side note, this means my chances of seeing snow this holiday season is FANTASTIC. Be happy for me!!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, what else... Not much! The Great Gatsby sucks. I'm really tired. The First Earth environmentalist group is a little too extreme for my taste. That's all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4882183454979974732?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4882183454979974732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4882183454979974732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4882183454979974732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4882183454979974732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay-for-red-mechanical-pencils.html' title='Yay For Red Mechanical Pencils~'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-7259013857061592472</id><published>2007-11-13T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:06:34.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Meeting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haha! You know, this is funny. I'm updating so much, but with art you guys probably find disgusting!! ^-^; Don't like it? Well, this time you can blame band! We had a meeting tonight. In the course of about an hour and a half there were two sniblets of interesting information, and during that whole time, I worked on ART. Really nearby to Mr. Castor too, and I can only imagine what he would do to me if he saw exactly what I was writing about the speakers up front. ^.^;; I wouldn't be pleasant, that's for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, yeah. It was boring. And I didn't get half of what I wanted to do done because of it. (Like homework.) But I do have this for my efforts! I'm sure you will all appreciate. If you guys have trouble reading something, just ask~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/Rzp0IaMKS0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_2a79sEq1dE/s1600-h/doodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132542413160205122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/Rzp0IaMKS0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_2a79sEq1dE/s320/doodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/RzpyWaMKSxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gP7wgYFFqnU/s1600-h/doodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out. &lt;div&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/119267878436250471-7259013857061592472?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/7259013857061592472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=7259013857061592472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/7259013857061592472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/7259013857061592472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/11/band-meeting_13.html' title='Band Meeting.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/Rzp0IaMKS0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_2a79sEq1dE/s72-c/doodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-6631380387062703093</id><published>2007-11-12T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T15:40:36.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-D Art Presto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/RzjkLOMgNUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bNsTozNmutA/s1600-h/top+side+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132102656828912962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/RzjkLOMgNUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bNsTozNmutA/s320/top+side+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi! This is an art blog!! But not a comicky art blog. (Comicy? Comic-y? Comic-ky? I don't know which...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in my 3-d art class, we started on clay a long time ago! And we did paint trays, and then we did these platters. Both projects I met with some trepidation, because as a general rule, I'm clay-retarded. But! This platter actually turned out pretty well. Well enough to feel it worthy of 'art', and what is my blog for if it is not to post the things I do artistically (and sometimes get praised for)? So, ooh and aah over the platter I brought home on the bus today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((On a side note, particulary scary experience. The bus was crazier than usual, because we had a sub driver. The high school preppy girls wouldn't stop screaming in high, shrilly, I-want-to-just-KILL-them voices, one of them was even dancing in a lewd fashion, everyone was screaming, throwing the candy, and no one could keep their butts in their seats. I was terrified something would happen to my latest baby, but I think I dished out enough Glares-Of-Ultimate-Doom-and-Suffering to keep them away. XP))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/Rzjh_OMgNRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OMlejb_lWPM/s1600-h/top+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132100251647227154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICuN-FSpS6M/Rzjh_OMgNRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OMlejb_lWPM/s320/top+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyway, enjoy, mon amies. Remember, cutting is bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;((P.S. I know the upper image has a line through it. I can't fix it. (Darn Blogger!) Just ignore!))&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/119267878436250471-6631380387062703093?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/6631380387062703093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=6631380387062703093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6631380387062703093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6631380387062703093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-d-art-presto.html' title='3-D Art Presto!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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/_ICuN-FSpS6M/RzjkLOMgNUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bNsTozNmutA/s72-c/top+side+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-6462630322641822307</id><published>2007-11-06T18:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:29:27.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No art.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, no art with this post. ^.^;; Well, kind of. I just wanted to direct anyone who is bothering to look here to the poem I posted on the side of the page, by E. E. Cummings. I know it will upset the Editors in the audience, but I DID type it correctly (I tried hard to do it), and when I first read it, it was really touching. Tres belle. Read!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-6462630322641822307?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/6462630322641822307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=6462630322641822307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6462630322641822307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6462630322641822307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-art_06.html' title='No art.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-5548110323704004210</id><published>2007-11-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:08:40.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bark, roof, snarl, grr...</title><content type='html'>So, I did it! I actually got this posted before it's too incredibly late for me! And now I get to blog a little before I go to bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I really like this comic. It got a few chuckles from my inner fatalist. Sadly, no one else in my family appreciates it. My sister poo-pooed it, and my mother never understands my comics. -.-;; It's sad. I feel very underappreciated. Are my comics so hard to understand...? From the way my mom acts, you'd think I was the first person on earth to ever think of telling a story with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what else... oh! I unconsciously referred to God as 'Her' the other day. I was very proud of myself. :D Mom was impressed, too, but I got younger Midgy Who Goes to Christian School very upset. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I saw Hairspray today!! ^__^ It was cute!! I loves it. The music and dancing were fun, and there wasn't so much drama that I wanted to leave the room!! Now I want the soundtrack. I could have seen HP 5 or Ratatouille, both of which I want to see REALLY BAD, but I think it was a good trade. Definitely a feel-good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I have decreased my ridiculously long reading list. It's still really long, but less so now. And my homework only suffered a little from it!! In the short-term, anyway. I'm worried a little about the long-term. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a good thing I got this &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Bark-roof-snarl-grr-69045570"&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt; done NOW, and not during the week!!  Right? I know you all will appreciate the irony of the characters' current situation than my mother or my sister are likely too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there was more I wanted to rant about, but I can't think of it right now. :P If I remember, maybe I'll post later. For now, I'm going to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5548110323704004210?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5548110323704004210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5548110323704004210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5548110323704004210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5548110323704004210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/11/bark-roof-snarl-grr.html' title='Bark, roof, snarl, grr...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-3473088676341100720</id><published>2007-10-22T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:05:07.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awrthyr</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Ben!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, today is probably not your birthday. In fact, I have no idea when your birthday actually IS. But, I am guessing it's near at hand as your party was last Saturday, and, heck, you probably won't see this for ages after your birthday anyway, because you never update your own blog, let alone look at your friends'!!  Nonetheless, this post is in honor of you. Don't let it swell your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I actually drew this... oh, geez louise, it was probably monthes ago. When Ben first bullied me into making a character for him. And, all things considered, I was VERY kind about it. He even gave me all sorts of nasty ideas of what to do with his character!! It could have been so fun!! But I restrained. ((For the record, I had pretty much decided what and who Ben would be before he gave me the ideas. He wasn't in any real 'danger'. Not that I let him know THAT. I'm not THAT nice.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as Ben's birthday may be happening in the near future or already happened in the near past, the lesson where he is introduced is almost here anyway, and I haven't posted in a while anyway, voila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Awrthyr-67983021"&gt;Awrthyr, the hobgoblin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually really liked how this picture turned out. And for a while his name was Jaymz... but then I changed it, cause, you know, I actually MET someone named James. I know you all will understand. :D You'll all find out more about his actual character when the time comes, but as for what he looks like and species... well, it is set in stone, and is now public info. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, other things that have been happening... I have been reading an INSANE amount of new books lately. I've just been in the mood, even though my homework might be suffering for it. Just a tad, though. I finished Wyvernhail!! I didn't predict the ending, but I loves it anyway. Not as good as Hawksong, but possibly better than Snakecharm. A very satisfying ending, overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I should read Bloody Jack. T.T I'm sorry, but that book just TERRIFIES me. No cliff hangers, I know, but the last books have shaken any and all confidence I have in that series, as far as its ability to let me keep my sanity goes. It just isn't RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Yes, I know I'm a hypocrite. You can all shut up now.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, anything else... not much! We've started studying actual rocks in Earth Science, which is different from what we were doing before. Before, we were studying MINERALS. There is a distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I actually have a sore throat, as opposed to just killing my voice from a very loud football game followed by a crazy day of mucho playing at the Maple Leaf. That kinda stinks. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!! Wow, long post for me. Oh well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-3473088676341100720?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3473088676341100720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3473088676341100720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3473088676341100720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3473088676341100720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/10/awrthyr.html' title='Awrthyr'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-4591314225423649615</id><published>2007-10-12T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:37:44.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm forgetful!</title><content type='html'>Edit: ((At the top, this time!!)) There is now &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/New-Clothes-67145665"&gt;a color version&lt;/a&gt;. Dare to compare, and wonder why Ivy bothers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually drew &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/New-Clothes-67145665"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; a long while ago, and forgot to post it. ^.^;; Oops. It's just a quick sketch... you band geeks have already seen it. It's Lali's new outfit for the next Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went home early today, for those of you who didn't notice. I wasn't really sick... I just felt like crap. In an extreme way. The nurse actually did give me some tylenol (God's medicine for women), so by the time Mom arrived to take me home, I was actually feeling half alive, and maybe would have made it through the rest of the school day. At least irony was working WITH me that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mom took me home. On the way, we got gyros for lunch! (Greece's edible gift to the world) So now, around two o'clock I am comfortable in my room, feeling like my chair is the most amazing place ever. I might actually take a nap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or go ride my bike. Bike riding is good for cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Oh, Bippy!! Eid Mubarik!! Right? I didn't catch you at school...))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: As proof of exactly how out of it I was when I wrote this, I forgot to actually &lt;i&gt;link&lt;/i&gt; the image. ^-^;; It's fixed now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4591314225423649615?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4591314225423649615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4591314225423649615' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4591314225423649615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4591314225423649615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-forgetful.html' title='I&apos;m forgetful!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-5854499509246242620</id><published>2007-10-11T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:04:21.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.</title><content type='html'>Sorry! No art. This is an actual bloggy blog. I don't do those often! But I feel this is a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it isn't a special occasion. But I feel like it, and the subject matter IS worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is about Le Petit Prince. The Little Prince, for those dunces who don't understand basic french. :P Anyway, we read the book, and then we watched the movie. THE MOVIE WAS SCARY.  This book in and of itself was the definition of ODD, and the movie was odd and everything more. Are you wondering why you have never heard of The Little Prince movie before now? Why a person hasn't walked up to you and said, "Hey, do you remember that one part in The Little Prince? I laughed so hard!" Or heard people talking behind you on the bus, "I think my favorite part of The Little Prince is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you why you have not heard these things. It is because it is a BAD movie. Monty Python, Science Fiction Theatre bad. So bad, that you can't quite be sure if is real and true ineptitude of the writer, directer and actors that made it bad, or because that was the angle they WANTED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read The Little Prince, you will know right off that you can't just take the story for what it is.  It's very symbolic (I think Exuperie actually wrote it as an allegory to his political beliefs). So, this writer took his book, and wrote it into a movie. But not just any movie. No, no, no. That would be too simple. This writer made it into a MUSICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy! It's a hat, you're a child, snake in the grass, and CLOSER and CLOSER and CLOSER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not get that unless you watched the movie. It's basically the main themes from the most obnoxious songs in there strung together into one, long symbol of PAIN.  *wince*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I found two good things out of this movie. Or at least, things that entertained me. One: Gene Wilder, the original Willie Wonka, was the fox. I wonder what he was doing there. o.O Anyway, he was his usual creepy self. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is a quote. Now, when the Little Prince is traveling, he travels to many different, very small planets. One such very small planet has one man on it, and his planet is COVERED in books, in stacks as tall as trees.  He is very excited to see the Little Prince, and starts asking him questions about where he comes from. But the Little Prince never answers questions he is asked, and instead asks what proffession he has. And what does he do in that proffession?  The slightly crazy man answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make things up. That's my job. I'm a historian!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, it TOTALLY made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5854499509246242620?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5854499509246242620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5854499509246242620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5854499509246242620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5854499509246242620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha.html' title='Haha.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-5864959326650414934</id><published>2007-10-10T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:24:40.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Terrifying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So! A comic. Which means, as a reward to my hard work, I get to ramble a bit. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one took a while... probably because of homework, and because I'm currently in one of those moods where I LOVE new books! So, this might have been up an hour ago if it weren't for Bippy. You can thank her for its relative lateness. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, I'm REALLY tired. And REALLY hungry. T.T And I wanna ride my bike, except I have done NONE of my homework tonight... bad Ivy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, the comic! &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Absolutely-Terrifying-67012250"&gt;Right&lt;/a&gt;. Well, this one isn't one of my favorites, or certainly my best work, but it still has it's merits. :P (Notice the backgrounds~~ :D) I do have two things I love about it, though: the first being Lali in the last panel. I got her expression &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;. Also, I like Ava's hand. You know what I'm talking about- there's only one of them in this comic!! Enjoy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh noes! The cops!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5864959326650414934?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5864959326650414934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5864959326650414934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5864959326650414934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5864959326650414934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/10/absolutely-terrifying.html' title='Absolutely Terrifying.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-4608453565604255271</id><published>2007-10-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:38:51.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning? No, the sun isn't up yet...</title><content type='html'>Wow. So it has come to this. I am bribing myself with drawing and blog posts. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo tired.... EVIL KEZ DEATH OF DOOM TOMORROW. I hope everyone taking the test has life insurance. I feel like I should be studying history right now... except I'm not entirely sure WHAT I should study. He's basically making us cover, in one test, from 3000 BC to 1800 AD, if you think about it. I suggest you don't. It's rather terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. I post when I have art, right? So, here is &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Good-Morning-66446414"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;. Nouveau chapitre, nouveau vetements.  Elle est tres jolie, non? I like her new outfit.  ^-^ I did it after the internet went out at our house, so obviously I didn't post it then.  For those of you who don't speak french, I mentioned before that with the upcoming new Lesson (chapter), comes a new outfit for all the characters. (Yes, this current Lesson will probably only last a few more pages- five max.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy mon amies. Get a good night's rest tonight, DON'T spend it all studying. -.-;; That is an EXCELLENT way to get yourself killed. Sleep, dangit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... No, I'm serious. GO TO BED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4608453565604255271?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4608453565604255271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4608453565604255271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4608453565604255271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4608453565604255271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-morning-no-sun-isnt-up-yet.html' title='Good Morning? No, the sun isn&apos;t up yet...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-1698575345791634305</id><published>2007-09-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:02:06.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH, BEHIND YOU!!</title><content type='html'>So, this is not a comic!! Just a mini post. I figured I should do these more often, with just normal art. I know watching me experiment isn't nearly as interesting as a comic, but, the way I figure, better than nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so. &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Hairstyle-65729900"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; has been on my mind for a while. If I don't think a character is fun and satisfying to draw, then I change it. I'm usually hesitant to make a big change, because then I have people freaking out, and they are suddenly not capable of telling my characters apart (*coughcough*mymother*coughcough*). -.-;; I never change them much... different outfits for different days, sort of thing... but it happens enough that I'm cautious about it. I want people to be able to easily understand my comic, right? When they can't keep the characters straight, it's hurtful to my artistic pride. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I'm careful. But this has been eating at me for a while. Fey's style has become boring. It's been boring to me for a while. And, usually, I am even more careful about messing with my own character, because, well, it's MINE. If I were to change her too often on a whim, I would feel like I wasn't paying enough attention to my other characters. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love this hairstyle, but I feel parts of it are used often enough in other comics that I wasn't being original. Oh, well. Done being angsty complainy artist now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum up for those of you who skimmed: Fey got a makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: She will start looking like this next Lesson. Also, I'm pretty sure Mugen is going to keep her emo look... I really like that for her... not to mention, it's a blast to draw. :P Which is a huge factor in deciding how people look, as you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yeah. The blog title? No relevence at all. Made you look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-1698575345791634305?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1698575345791634305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=1698575345791634305' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1698575345791634305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1698575345791634305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-gosh-behind-you.html' title='OH MY GOSH, BEHIND YOU!!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-6970009866644826831</id><published>2007-09-23T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:23:35.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Proven Fact:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pretty Girl + Dork Boy = Not a Coherant Conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when said &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/OMG-Pretty-Girl-65645002"&gt;pretty girl&lt;/a&gt; is also shy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I'm evil. I know this will shock everyone, but I got this one done even faster than normal! Probably because the panels were all pretty easy, even as far as backgrounds go. The dialogue was inspiration that came to while I was riding my bike... yesterday? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was yesterday. Originally, I really hadn't planned on using Cashier Boy so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this just occured to me, in case you were wondering. No, Cashier Boy is not Ben's character. Cashier Boy will probably die after this story line. If I choose to add in Ben's character, he will be funner to draw and write. Because, after all, I'll have to draw him a little more consistantly than Cashier Boy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On side notes, Bet On It is a good song. As is What Hurts The Most (*have been obsessed with song for three days, in counting*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else... but seven thirty practice tomorrow!! This comment is only relevent if you are in band!! Squeee for happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-6970009866644826831?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/6970009866644826831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=6970009866644826831' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6970009866644826831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/6970009866644826831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-proven-fact.html' title='It&apos;s A Proven Fact:'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-5437621162838929518</id><published>2007-09-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:38:47.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Concerned Friend.</title><content type='html'>Grah. Life. It shouldn't be eaten by homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a REAL fun time of it today. *twitch* First, ton of Kez homework. I can handle that. No big deal, right? Just the normal. Even if the normal is staggering in an extreme way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What REALLY bothers me? Either I copied my trig homework down wrong, or half the problems he assigned to us don't exist. *twitchtwitch* So, I don't have most of my 'assignment' done. Fun times. *wants to kill something*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah. And I STILL need to read the Scarlet Letter. But, on the bright side I HAVE officially started it, and it has piqued my interest. So hopefully it won't be so hard to pick up in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, enough ranting... I know you all are waiting for me to post the linkie to my latest comic. :P I see through you all.  This one took me three whole days to do... not because it's longer or more complex, mind. (Actually, as far as drawing it goes, it was. Just not very much so.) But, what usually happens is I dedicate an entire weekend afternoon, and have four hours to work on this thing and get it up.  For the past couple of days, this has not been the case at all. (Again, GRAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is. The beginning of the &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/A-Concerned-Friend-64764272"&gt;end&lt;/a&gt; of our little roadtrip. If only you all weren't so... exciteable.  Or apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Comment, comment!!))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5437621162838929518?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5437621162838929518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5437621162838929518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5437621162838929518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5437621162838929518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/09/concerned-friend.html' title='A Concerned Friend.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-1669348637979949874</id><published>2007-09-09T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:40:51.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Vampire</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's my title. You may or may not be suprised to hear that it's actually &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/Emo-Vampire-Girl-64519257"&gt;quite appropriate.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I know you are all shocked. She's updating?! With real art?! The sky must be falling. If it makes you feel any better, it isn't a comic, so the world isn't coming to a COMPLETE end. Just a smaller one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, about this art. It was one of those Inspirational Moments that a half hour later turned into an Inspired Work of Art. I freaked Court out during that time period, telling her that this was actually very less scary than my Twilight shojo page, but I don't think she was very reassured. I wonder why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I like the clothing. Which I did research for! Do not diss the hat. I LOVE the hat. It makes the whole outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art! It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-1669348637979949874?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1669348637979949874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=1669348637979949874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1669348637979949874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1669348637979949874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/09/emo-vampire.html' title='Emo Vampire'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-542608956157931057</id><published>2007-09-05T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:31:57.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to laugh...</title><content type='html'>... Or die. You all know my sense of humor. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah. This is what I've been working on in my free time for the past... five days. Approximately. First, in my head, then, the coding. This is why I didn't do any art recently. Or do much reading. Or do my homework adequately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think it turned out &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/~thurman_murman_2004"&gt;perfect&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as we are all fans of Twilight, I think you'll all get it. :D Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you don't comment, I'll eat your brains. I worked hard on that thing. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-542608956157931057?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/542608956157931057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=542608956157931057' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/542608956157931057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/542608956157931057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-want-to-laugh.html' title='If you want to laugh...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-5976229308615959598</id><published>2007-08-29T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:35:21.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Kills...</title><content type='html'>... free time. It does! It's a murderer. It should be locked up, before it strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes... I'm updating!! With a comic!! :D And now, a few of you are thinking... what? I've already seen &lt;a href="http://ivyrosetaira.deviantart.com/art/NO-Rampaging-Vampires-63609424"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!! How annoying. Ivy, you slacker! Well, now I need to explain myself: If I see you people everyday, why am I posting the comic you have seen first-hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I debated that too, and then I realized something. All the people who read my comic...? I don't see all of them everyday. Usually, it's thirty seconds in the hallway for people like... Kat, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bippy&lt;/span&gt;... and then, now, not at all!! *waves at Ben, who is far, far away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm going to try and post regularly for them. Because I'm nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((But not totally altruistic. I like showing people my comic in person because I can SEE THEIR REACTIONS. The reason I do the comic? I like seeing people's reactions. Preferably laughter. It's my milk, my gatorade, my inspiration. You people reading over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;? Can't see you. So, guess what? YOU GET TO COMMENT. Because, like most cats, I love being petted and cooed at. Otherwise, I hiss and scratch your hand. Would you like me to hiss at you? I thought not.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to rant a little about this comic. :D It was FUN. And done in record timing, but you all don't care about that. What you people MAY notice is the backgrounds. :D Yes, I know I do lots of backgrounds in my comics. But these are different (the ones I did, anyway). The fact is, I did not HAVE to do such detailed backgrounds, but I DID. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this comic came out a little different from what I had in my head prior. What happened was, as I was drawing it, I realized that in the scenario I had them in, they would say different things... so, instead of substantially moving the plot along, you got essentially two conversations that you could feasibly hear Kat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bippy&lt;/span&gt;, or Court and Erin, having. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thems&lt;/span&gt; the breaks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5976229308615959598?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5976229308615959598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5976229308615959598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5976229308615959598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5976229308615959598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-kills.html' title='School Kills...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-2358802968752910283</id><published>2007-08-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:19:02.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad girl...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, once again, I'm going to post without art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of the officials of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sprance&lt;/span&gt;, I reserve the right to NOT be guillotined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as it was the first day of school, I had to rant a bit. Not about anything bad, though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just convinced that I have every single, infamously crazy teacher in the entire school. I'm serious! Almost every teacher I have is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maniacal&lt;/span&gt; evil in the same way: loves to torture their students with insanely hard projects, while making fun of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kez&lt;/span&gt;, Coach Mac, Whitney, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Movick&lt;/span&gt;, Welling. Not including my less crazy teachers, Daniels and Castor (who has been known to be crazy on occasion).  The funny thing was, mom looked at me with sympathy when I told her how I had all the crazy teachers in the school. Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;contraire&lt;/span&gt;!! I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's hysterical. I may pull my hair out by the roots this year, but it will be &lt;em&gt;hysterical. &lt;/em&gt;In a possibly crazy way. I just hope I don't die. Dying would be very bad at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Oh, and I just decided Daniels, my art teacher, may be crazy too. She requested we bring in a common household object tomorrow, which we will make into 'art'. I'm bringing a busted calculator. I'll never get this modern art stuff...))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this year will be fun. :3 And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt;. Especially with band. And then they want us to take on more activities!! O.o Hello people, I can't drive yet!! My parents have lives too!! They can't be forever carting me places!! I can only over-achieve so much, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-2358802968752910283?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2358802968752910283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=2358802968752910283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2358802968752910283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2358802968752910283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-bad-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a bad girl...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-8278584953742848023</id><published>2007-08-09T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:06:02.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Have Not Read Eclipse, It Might Be A Good Idea To Not Read This</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I just finished it... no, there's no art yet. Doing a comic about HP 7 was interesting, and I may do one of Eclipse, but I can't do one now for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I just finished it. You'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Band is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EXHAUSTING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was the last day of band camp... so glad it's over... glad to have met all the freshman, who are all awesome in their own special way. No, I'm not going to talk about band for the whole rant. No, I am not going to nag at A CERTAIN PERSON for not showing up at all... though I REALLY want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Eclipse. That's what this rant was about, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to finish, which isn't bad... I liked spreading it out a little. Now, for real, is when those of you who haven't read Eclipse need to stop reading. Really. Now. Don't read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't joking. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today, during band? Ashy and I  stopped in the library on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lunch break&lt;/span&gt; to read... got a lot of reading done. And, because we lost track of time, I was forced to stop on... lemme check... page 527, paragraph 7. Sometime, maybe now, when it's convenient, open your copy, and see where I was forced to put that book down for THREE HOURS. I swear to gosh almighty, I was SO MAD at Jacob. And a little sick. But that's me, overreacting. I'm not so mad at Jacob, now... I feel a little sorry for him. A little. But that's just me, I'm a sap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3 So, Bella didn't change. But will!! w00t!! That makes me happy, because I love Edward more than I love Jacob... but I still feel sorry for him. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so less stressed now!! A combo of finished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;band camp&lt;/span&gt;, and finished Eclipse!! Now, I can go on believing that it's June in peace... until next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; morning, six AM sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, for those of you who didn't stop reading, and I spoiled the ending. I was in serious need of rant-age, and Court and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bippy&lt;/span&gt; were not on. So, what to do? I'll make it up to you by doing some new art soon. Promise. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8278584953742848023?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8278584953742848023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8278584953742848023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8278584953742848023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8278584953742848023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-you-have-not-read-eclipse-it-might.html' title='If You Have Not Read Eclipse, It Might Be A Good Idea To Not Read This'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-418613196997941179</id><published>2007-07-29T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:46:43.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilers to Follow: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>Wow, I really haven't done art in a while... bad Ivy!! Bad!! You guys need to complain when I do that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my own tribute to the Era That Was Harry Potter - for it truly is over now, ladies and gents. T.T The books shall live on forever in our hearts and our bookshelves, but it is over!! It's surprisingly hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/60921697/"&gt;tribute&lt;/a&gt;- I call it half a comic. I liked drawing it!! And I managed to do it in record time. I just wish REAL comics only took an hour to do... I'd do more of them for you guys. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe Nicole hasn't finished it yet? She's had it for, like... three whole days. o.O I can barely fathom. Little Sis #2 is supposed to have it next, but as she is leaving for camp in... -2 and a half hours, she can't complain that much. Hopefully, the SLOW READER in the family will be done by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you good fluties at band camp tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  For anyone who actually notices this here, I colored it. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-418613196997941179?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/418613196997941179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=418613196997941179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/418613196997941179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/418613196997941179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/spoilers-to-follow-harry-potter-and.html' title='Spoilers to Follow: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-4100776930034547912</id><published>2007-07-23T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:55:40.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado! The magnificent! And golden!! One thousand years~ of color~</title><content type='html'>And if you don't get THAT bad spinoff then you need to watch The Road to El Dorado again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow. So, I have three days I feel the need to spume about. Buckle up, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday, we went to the nature and science museum in Denver, which was awesome. We saw Imax shows in the planetarium, and one about the Titanic. I also saw an exhibit about the Titanic- all sorts of authentic artifacts and junk. The one in Branson was better. We all got passports (totally stole that gimic), only, no one died. Everyone they passed out lived. Boring I say!! Boring!! And their gift shop only had one version of the Heart of the Ocean. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that day, we explored Denver downtown. They had part of sixteenth street permanently closed off to display one of the coolest open air strip malls that I have ever seen. Ever. They had second and third levels to it, too. We had dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe, which is vaguely overrated, but still cool. I got a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for yesterday. By far the coolest day. We drove through the MOUNTAINS. We got up to 12000 feet!! Got out and walked, saw elk and a marmot and I climbed rocks!!! I really can't explain how awesome the view was from that high up. Really exiliherating. I loved the terrain, the tundra, that high up. Sixty degrees, sparse foliage, and lots of rocks sticking up out of the ground at various hieghts and angles!! Some of them looked like giant mushrooms. Those mountains took an entire day to go through, which was an entire day of sitting in the car, granted. But SO cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we also went through the mountains. Except we did it on horseback! Two hours through the mountains. I loved it. The high atmosphere hasn't gotten to me yet- all I am is a little drowsy. The horses were amazing. I had a white and brown apolusa (sp?) named Freckles. Nicole had a mean little pony who walked like he was drunk named Blackie (tried to kick Freckles, and when we were going up and down the rocks? Winced everytime he put his feet down. Ankles bent, and I had to remember that he had three other feet to catch himself). And Erin had a pony named Mexico that needed many potty breaks. Mom and Dad's horses were less interesting- but watching Dad get off his horse was painful and funny at the same time!! He really needs to get his back looked at by a specialist, poor guy. ^.^;; He's out in the pool now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we found one of the little touristy, mountain towns that all look suspiciously like Eureka Springs and shopped around. You know, looking in all the cutesy little shops, getting christmas presents for relatives, and other junk. There were a couple cute little art galleries too. They were fun!! And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the bike shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to explain a few things. First of all, in Colorado? EVERYONE BIKES. EVERYONE. NOT JOKING. You can glance up out the window from any given place, and you will see someone biking. A small child, a woman in a skirt, and a BUNCH of serious bikers in full biker attire with seriously expensive racing bikes. They have their own lane on most of the roads around here. It's really awe inspiring. So, when I say bike shop, I say this shop will put any and all bike shops in and around Joplin to SHAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we stopped in. They had some seriously competitive prices on some really good bikes, according to Dad. It was fun. So, we browsed around in this shop twelve hours from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I came out with a new bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't planned!! We're twelve hours from home, have a ton of luggage, and now we also have a SERIOUSLY COOL mountain bike to lug home as well. Talk about bad planning!! But I have been needing a new bike... Sir Boa is getting too small for me. ^.^;;; I have christened my new bike Sebastian. He's a duke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was the highlight of my day. o.O I was as little overwhelmed, walking around this little, cute, downtown area, crowded with tourists, walking next to my bike. I wasn't as out of place as you might think... others were riding their bikes, too. ^.^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had considered telling you all that I had broken my leg on the horse trail through the mountains, but the bike bought twelve hours from home blew it out of the water. I am feeling sufficiently spoiled. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, bright and early, we're heading for home. And we're losing an hour coming back, and then I swear I will be getting the latest HP book or SOMEONE WILL DIE. I've seen it around town at least five times. They were selling it for forty five dollars at Target. Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough spume. Ivy, out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4100776930034547912?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4100776930034547912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4100776930034547912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4100776930034547912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4100776930034547912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/colorado-magnificent-and-golden-one.html' title='Colorado! The magnificent! And golden!! One thousand years~ of color~'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-3392683906265090688</id><published>2007-07-20T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:15:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Colorado!</title><content type='html'>So, Dad brought his laptop, and we have free internet access! That means I may post. If I feel like it. You get one now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to tell.  Eeeeewww. Long car ride.  Towards the end, we saw mountains. o.o They were cool.  Also, we drove by a dog food factory? They make dog food. I COULD SMELL THE DOG FOOD. FOR FIVE MINUTES. I was struggling between being totally disgusted and being amazed. Considering I had been in the car eleven hours at that point, it was more nauseating than cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... There was a place called the Denver Coliseum. Yes. No, I did not spell the name wrong. It bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it...... Yeah, that's about it. The mountains were cool. The dog food was weird. Our hotel room has a really hard couch.  And I'm tired, though I have been sleeping all day.  Ta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((The mountains were cool.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-3392683906265090688?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3392683906265090688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3392683906265090688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3392683906265090688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3392683906265090688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-in-colorado.html' title='I&apos;m in Colorado!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-8784356275909198246</id><published>2007-07-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:32:01.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I feel... stupid. But that's not new.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I figured that I had better stop reading Questionable Content long enough to post this bloggy-blog entry. So, no art. I'm sure you will understand, because I just posted new stuff yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this? Oh. Right. Well, I figured I might not be able to all persons involved soon enough, so they might actually want to hear from me that I am leaving for Colorado early Friday morning for vacation!! I won't say WHERE in Colorado for the sake of staving off any creepy stalkers. Yes, I know you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for a couple of days, and I know I will be missed absolutely terribly. I may write while I am away. I may draw. I know we're potentially going to an art museum, so if I come back with horrid spoofs on classical art done in my own ever-so-endearing style, well, it was their fault. You all will just have to pay for the consequences, by looking at said art, and squealing in mental and retinal pain. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being said, good bye to all my friends I don't get to speak to between now and twenty four hours from now! Because, there is no way in heck am I getting at five am to call you guys on Friday to say good bye!!! Tata, my darlings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And one more thing. YES, I will be in Colorado for the releasing of the last Harry Potter book. PLEASE be ever so kind to me about this. If you know me well at all, I will experience SERIOUS head trauma and possibly go into a coma if you ruin this for me in the smallest way. I know my own pain and suffering will tempt you, but keep in mind what a good friend I am that loans you all money!! T.T Of course, I already have a copy reserved. For the BAM here where I live. Not in Colorado. Hopefully I won't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good-bye again. Hopefully it won't be for good!! (And by this I mean, I hope I won't die in a car accident, and I hope some random stranger doesn't ruin HP for me. I will be forced to kill and eat them, and I would get in trouble for that! And I just wouldn't be able to survive in prison. I'm a goody two-shoes!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8784356275909198246?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8784356275909198246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8784356275909198246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8784356275909198246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8784356275909198246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-i-feel-stupid-but-thats-not-new.html' title='Well, I feel... stupid. But that&apos;s not new.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-3521926122373969665</id><published>2007-07-17T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:37:28.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a loverly day~</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, checking in after a couple days! And, better yet, with some art!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not a comic. No, not a little witch. (Will you please stop asking? I'll put a warning in the title if it's a little witch. I promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this was just a bit of fun, because I noticed that I barely ever have Lali and Mugen in a scene together. So, they were my guinea pigs as I experimented with clothing styles, shading, and fun stuff like that in general.  Started it late last night for lack of anything better to do... and pretty much finished it then, too. Admittedly, I did a lot of the shading AFTER I scanned it onto my computer about thirty minutes ago... but it looks better that way! I let my girliness run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway, aren't the outfits cute?! ^-^ &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/60019078/"&gt;I bet Lali and Mugen just *love* them.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and on a side note... today, I did in fact design Ben's character, because I'm just a kind and considerate person like that. No, he won't be entering the comic for a while. (So THERE, Ben-- See? I stick to my plot designs and cannot be bribed!!) I just thought I'd just mention I  had him all made up and named- mostly just to drive him nuts, though. He should be happy!! He's the first male character I've ever considered drawing with regularity into my comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor, poor soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-3521926122373969665?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3521926122373969665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3521926122373969665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3521926122373969665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3521926122373969665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-loverly-day.html' title='What a loverly day~'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-67713242109987752</id><published>2007-07-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:08:45.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchie...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so enough happened today for it to warrent an actually bloggy blog entry. Well, nothing big, really. Just enough for me to want to write about. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I fell off my bike. Again. It HURT. It's weird... usually I fall off once every couple of months, but my knee was just all nice and healed up from the LAST time, and suddenly I'm limping around with gauze on my knee again! Same one too. So, that hurts a lot. I'm surprised my mp3 player has survived all the falls... ((coincidently, it IS looking a little worse-for-the-wear)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Nicole is home again from grandmas! Which is... eh. I suppose I'm happy. Really! I guess. I missed her! Kind of. Either way, she's back, with tons of stuff from Springfield, Il, about President Lincoln. Why, you ask? Because she's already working on her HISTORY DAY project for NEXT year.  This girl is psychotic. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that happened, really... I went to the library, too, but that's less interesting and didn't cause me any serious physical or mental pain. So, that's all!!  I need more gauze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-67713242109987752?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/67713242109987752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=67713242109987752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/67713242109987752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/67713242109987752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/ouchie.html' title='Ouchie...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-2014604659609055070</id><published>2007-07-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:51:11.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson 5, Page 9</title><content type='html'>I know you are all shocked and amazed, for I have done yet another comic. "So soon?!" you ask, and I say, "Yes! For I am just that awesome!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D All joking aside, you'll notice that Mugen is finally out of the trunk. And, in apology for having poor Mugen locked up in humiliation for... roughly five comics, she magically gets a nifty haircut! The trunk fairies did it. They do hair-cuts a lot. Did you know that? ((Actually, you might have noticed Mugen ACTUALLY got the make-over around the &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59135326/"&gt;fourth of july&lt;/a&gt;... but you probably didn't. :P Let's face it. None of you are that observant!!))  Personally, I think the trunk fairies did a splendid job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, the comic!! &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59712139/"&gt;Clickie, for I am a link!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-2014604659609055070?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2014604659609055070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=2014604659609055070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2014604659609055070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/2014604659609055070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/lesson-5-page-9.html' title='Lesson 5, Page 9'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-9217867673000235663</id><published>2007-07-11T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:02:39.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird!! It's a plane!! ... No, it's a bird.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so checking in after a few days. ^.^;; I like being able to post something new every few days, but I'm afraid today's a BIT of a cop out.  A little.  Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, it's not another Little Witch. I promised a very long time, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chances are you've seen the picture before, but I scanned it and uploaded it to Deviant. ((In about that order, too- I barely did anything to clean it up. I like how it looks. :D )) It's one of my favs, thus it gets a post, albeit a short one.  So there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59580585/"&gt;So, enjoy~~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-9217867673000235663?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/9217867673000235663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=9217867673000235663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/9217867673000235663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/9217867673000235663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-bird-its-plane-no-its-bird.html' title='It&apos;s a bird!! It&apos;s a plane!! ... No, it&apos;s a bird.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-8121852431173942270</id><published>2007-07-08T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:48:28.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor back...</title><content type='html'>Okay, get ready for spume. I have a lot to get out of my system. Most of which you won't care about. But it leads up to something you do care about. So patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been working pretty much nonstop since early this afternoon on a new comic. Yay!! But UGH. I started on a new notebook (which means different dimensions for the paper, but that doesn't really matter), so I decided to try something new. I've always felt that I've done my best art in simple pencil, no color and ink about it. For a lot of my comics, I've felt the pencil version looked good, then went to ink it, only to realize that some of the things I had liked had been lost in the process. T.T So, I decided, why not skip the inking part?&lt;br /&gt;Well, on paper, the comic looks great. Me loves it. It's shaded, and has that lovely sketchy style that I like. So, I scanned it onto my computer... o.O Wow. I would like to stress that, once again, if it looks good on paper, that does NOT mean it looks good on your computer. Black on paper does not mean black on my computer. Fairly clean on paper does NOT mean fairly clean when scanned onto your computer. And, as I am a detail-fanatic, this is often lethal to my free time and my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wondering is, should I continue in the future? My original thought had been, "Hey, no inking means saved time!" Heh. No. The time I save NOT inking is used cleaning about fifteen times longer than usual on my computer. I love how it looks on paper. Now that I have it cleaned up, I think it looks pretty good on Deviant, too. But, I also have to keep in mind that half the reason I do this is for OTHER people's enjoyment. This means I need a second opinion. (If I even managed to express a first one in this muddled post... I'm not sure...) Does the comic look better than the ones I have inked? Is it worse? Do you really not give a flying rat's rear end either way? Please, tell me how insane I am. I'd love to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59380718/"&gt;For your comicing enjoyment, voila!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Totally forgot to mention before. Idea for comic totally stolen from &lt;a href="http://kaidawriteshereonoccasion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arian&lt;/a&gt;. :D Thanks Arian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8121852431173942270?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8121852431173942270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8121852431173942270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8121852431173942270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8121852431173942270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-poor-back.html' title='My poor back...'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-1844475629313404405</id><published>2007-07-05T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:48:50.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OF COURSE I'm PATRIOTIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59135326/"&gt;Yesterday was a holiday, huh?&lt;/a&gt; Hmm. You wouldn't be able to tell, the way I act. :P Happy birthday, America!! Ours was a mild fourth in comparison to some, but my grandma made a surprise visit (when she lives six hours away, and tells you she will be visiting that very day- it's exciting. Lemme tell you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we hung out with gramma and got a late start on the fireworks- we have a LOT left over for tonight. Also, no one got burned, or died. They looked pretty against the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! :3 Best of all, when gramma leaves she's taking Midgit #1 back with her. ^-^ I love my sister. Really. But she will be gone a WHOLE WEEK. This is cool. Even if it means we have to do our own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, let's see, what else... we got the badminton net out yesterday. THAT was fun. I am fairly decent at that game, as opposed to my usual partner, who is just short of useless. *cough*Midgit #1*coughcough* We also went swimming! And had steak fajitas. My dad makes the BEST steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my holiday report! (For now) Ivy, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-1844475629313404405?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1844475629313404405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=1844475629313404405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1844475629313404405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/1844475629313404405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-course-im-patriotic.html' title='OF COURSE I&apos;m PATRIOTIC'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-5665560261527454735</id><published>2007-07-04T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:11:05.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Old, I Know</title><content type='html'>Okay, I PROMISE this is the last little witches art I will post for a VERY LONG TIME*.  Especially with these pictures. If I do post more little witches stuff in the future, it will be with all new art. In the meantime, I have combined those color versions I made into a background of sorts- it actually doesn't look too incredibly horrible, considering how much I had to scale down the originals on my computer (a REALLY surprising amount of scaling down, actually).  I will now move onto other things, like my actual comic or the comic for Ben...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy, be disgusted with me, ignore, or obsess over it gleefully.  Ta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59060655/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59060655/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*VERY LONG TIME being a relative term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5665560261527454735?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5665560261527454735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5665560261527454735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5665560261527454735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5665560261527454735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-getting-old-i-know.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Old, I Know'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-8150393751653880531</id><published>2007-07-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:21:01.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time: Approx. 2 hrs 15 min</title><content type='html'>Last one colored! I may combine the two colored versions later - and thus killing more blog space - but not for, like, at least a day. I'm arted out for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I love it!! So, enjoy, mon amies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58993323/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58993323/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8150393751653880531?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8150393751653880531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8150393751653880531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8150393751653880531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8150393751653880531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-approx-2-hrs-15-min.html' title='Time: Approx. 2 hrs 15 min'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-5859740269944441550</id><published>2007-07-02T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:07:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Had Never Been Colored Before.</title><content type='html'>And now she has!! My last little witch has now been colored.  You can stop wondering about her hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est fini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58926279/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58926279/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5859740269944441550?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5859740269944441550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5859740269944441550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5859740269944441550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5859740269944441550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-had-never-been-colored-before.html' title='She Had Never Been Colored Before.'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-4783857378444988931</id><published>2007-07-01T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:27:48.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little witch'/><title type='text'>A Valient Effort, Worth An Honorable Mention</title><content type='html'>So, unable to leave my little witches alone, I attempted what I usually avoid. I tried coloring it! It took hours of my time... and it turned out less sucky than normal, so I decided to actually post it instead of deleting it with my eyes closed. It certainly isn't up to scratch, in comparison with real ar-&lt;em&gt;teests&lt;/em&gt;, but hey.  It is a valient effort!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here ye go. Be kind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58834584/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58834584/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-4783857378444988931?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4783857378444988931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=4783857378444988931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4783857378444988931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/4783857378444988931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/07/valient-effort-worth-honorable-mention.html' title='A Valient Effort, Worth An Honorable Mention'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-5158401153644910243</id><published>2007-06-29T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:49:59.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinkerbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>Wow. Am I really going to waste blog space on this...?</title><content type='html'>Evidently, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made a rather stupid discovery today. At least, it's stupid to you all. Or, it will be when I get to the point. But! Often when you are in a forest, you have trouble seeing the trees around you like the people who are far away see them. :3 So, I discovered today I am obsessed with Tinkerbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. I see those looks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shoosh&lt;/span&gt;. Let me explain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kohl's for clothes (there was a sale. I needed clothes. Nix has been stealing my pants for a week, so I guess she needed clothes too. But who cares about her?), and, as usual, Kohl's had a new line of Tinkerbell shirts! Like, quite a few of them. One of them was pink, so it didn't count. But there were others!! And I liked those. They said things like, "What's not to love?" and, "Cute, adorable, jealous, pretty, sparkly, etc, etc," both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emblazoned&lt;/span&gt; with Tinkerbell looking sickeningly cute. On a side note, I now have at least half a dozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; shirts, three or four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; bags, and countless other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;miscellaneous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paraphernalia&lt;/span&gt; around my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, NOW you're wondering what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now I think I know WHY I adore Tinkerbell to such an unreasonable amount. Tinkerbell is a fairy who adores Peter Pan, the Boy Who Will Never Grow Up. Besides being compared to &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/disney/films/tinkbell.htm"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/a&gt;, she's also got a sparkly pair of wings. (I don't.) The thing is, she's so small, she can only feel one thing at a time. Either she's all good, or all bad. All sweet, or all spiteful. Sometimes she's somewhere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;, going for a harmless fun angle, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't guessed, it was the last part. T.T I am a hopeless Tinkerbell fan because I am JUST like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-5158401153644910243?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5158401153644910243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=5158401153644910243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5158401153644910243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/5158401153644910243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow-am-i-really-going-to-waste-blog.html' title='Wow. Am I really going to waste blog space on this...?'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-3902632065508031822</id><published>2007-06-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:32:13.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Witches!!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been a while since I actually updated with some art... how lazy of me!! Bad Ivy, bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, though, I really love these piccies. :D I have an unreasonable love for my little witches.  They're adorable!! I considered coloring them, but, as I have proven on multiple occasions, all my work looks better in grayscale. My attempts at coloring have rarely come out as wonderfully as I wanted. ((The one exception being, coincidently, my little witches...))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here they be (BOTH of them. That's right, you get two at once):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58654170/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58654170/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58654388/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58654388/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-3902632065508031822?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3902632065508031822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3902632065508031822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3902632065508031822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3902632065508031822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-witches.html' title='Little Witches!!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-3545579313887874907</id><published>2007-06-23T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T14:08:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B O O M !!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm hot, sweaty, my legs feel like jelly, my arms are stiff, I smell, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;I got my bike back!! Sir Boa (yes, I named him Sir Boa) has new tires and rim, he's been fine tuned, and as his brakes were totally shot before, they've been replaced. :P I'm in super hyper happy scary mood!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D Feel happy for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-3545579313887874907?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3545579313887874907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3545579313887874907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3545579313887874907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3545579313887874907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/06/b-o-o-m.html' title='B O O M !!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-195089585974037032</id><published>2007-06-21T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:06:37.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o.o Wow. A discovery!</title><content type='html'>Ooookay, so, everyone knows that I am not the&lt;em&gt; most&lt;/em&gt; observant person in the world.  At least, about some things. I've discovered another thing! Only now have I realized - shock - I can post pictures on my blog. *slaps self on forehead* So, I didn't necessariy need to make you all go to deviant to see the comics. Apparently, I hadn't made the connection I could post them here, even as I gazed at Isabella's cute little face on Arian's blog. ^.^;;;&lt;br /&gt;So, some of you were probably wondering why I didn't post them here, and now I have an answer. Disregard the last paragraph. For one, the comics themselves were too large to look aesthetically pleasing on my blog.  (It's true!) For two, I am shamelessly promoting my deviant art account. So there! It was all planned. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-195089585974037032?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/195089585974037032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=195089585974037032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/195089585974037032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/195089585974037032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/06/oo-wow-discovery.html' title='o.o Wow. A discovery!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-9146708155506169766</id><published>2007-06-19T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:08:47.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be amazed!!</title><content type='html'>So, everyone, be shocked and amazed, for I have finished my sketch book! The first one I've ever consistently drawn in enough to actually finish. :3 It's a pretty good feeling. And I like that I finished the book off with this comic. It amuses me, and is my first attempt at some comic-related, character developement, even if it did come out mostly as a gag. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57959413/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57959413/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-9146708155506169766?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/9146708155506169766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=9146708155506169766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/9146708155506169766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/9146708155506169766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-amazed.html' title='Be amazed!!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119267878436250471.post-8830991434675353993</id><published>2007-06-18T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:37:27.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Weehee!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I finally decided what I'll use this blog for. To keep you all updated on my comic or other art! It'll encourage me to do more of them, I think... So, guess what? The second to last page of my sketch book, uploaded and all pretty-ified! Here: &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57884547/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57884547/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, my pretties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-8830991434675353993?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8830991434675353993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=8830991434675353993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8830991434675353993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/8830991434675353993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/06/weehee.html' title='Weehee!!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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-119267878436250471.post-3121482966952517200</id><published>2007-06-16T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:37:19.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, World!</title><content type='html'>So, yes. I've decided that, against my better judgement, I'll start another project. A blog about my boring life!! Hopefully, you'll be able to put up with me for as long as I last, before I get distracted, or forget. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119267878436250471-3121482966952517200?l=ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/feeds/3121482966952517200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119267878436250471&amp;postID=3121482966952517200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3121482966952517200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119267878436250471/posts/default/3121482966952517200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivyrosetaira.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-world.html' title='Hello, World!'/><author><name>Ivy Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08827358246962254526</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
