<?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-14190636</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:45:36.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andi's Secret Treehouse</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, perhaps it's not so secret any more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112099327736328670</id><published>2005-07-10T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T04:01:17.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Tenth</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 5:00 and I can't sleep. I posted on every thread on Gaia that I'd previously posted on. I checked journals on Live Journal and Gaia. I read about 30 different chain letter e-mails that Laura has sent me over the past few months that I had never bothered to read before. I played Text Twist and Scrabble for a little. No one is online at 6:00am, and somehow none of the things I'd normally be doing in my spare time interests me at the moment. I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112099327736328670?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112099327736328670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112099327736328670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112099327736328670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112099327736328670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-tenth.html' title='July Tenth'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112095920360971767</id><published>2005-07-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T18:33:23.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Ninth</title><content type='html'>Last night Mikey and I dropped off the van at my parents' house. Daddy offered to drive us home in the beloved Fluffy. I found out that they bought anther cabby, named Bunny, from a lady who loves cars as much as Daddy does. When I heard I was far from shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to eat at the Chinese place down the road, and Jessi and Annie showed up, after they'd gotten lost a few times. We went back to the apartment and hung out. Adam and Jailbait came over and we went swimming at Mikey's grandmother's lake. A few of Jailbait's friends came with, but they didn't swim, instead they just &lt;i&gt;built a fire&lt;/i&gt;. I got to meet one of Mikey's ex-girlfriends and the infamous Ray. After we went swimming Jessi got out her guitar and he played while Annie and I sang. Everyone was very impressed. I'll admit that it was fun to show off a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back home we watched a little bit of Harry Potter and then everyon crawled into their respective beds. I couldn't sleep, so I went back out into the living room and coaxed Mikey, who was watching tv, into playing scrabble with me. We ended up playing for almost an hour, before we were both exhausted and couldn't think of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 10:00 and laid around in bed for a little bit. I got up, but Mikey was still asleep. He slept until almost 5:00 and then ignored me and played video games, so I worked on my novel. He "forgot" to drop off the job applications that he picked up two days ago. I called back Holiday and talked to a manager for about half an hour. I told her I wanted to get some manager and customer service experience. She asked what other jobs I've worked at and what other experiece I have. I told her about working with Don and at Vector, and then I mentioned Girl Scouts. She used to be a Girl Scout and we talked for a long time about that. She told me to call on Monday to set up a definate interview time. She has to check to see whether I can have a manager position if I'm under 18. She also said she'd try and pull some strings for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three weeks since Mikey quit his job and he still doesn't have a new one. Knights still hasn't called him to give him hours, and he's not really trying to find another job. He applies to about two a week and only calls back once, if at all. I'm starting to get really annoyed. I had to pay an extra $300 for rent this month because he decided to just quit instead of putting in two weeks notice, so he didn't get his last pay check. It's like he doesn't even care that I need money to pay my parents for my computer and to pay my vet bills. If he doesn't have a job by the time we move into the new place Joel will probably kick him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the the evening reading e-mails and on Gaia. I found an online radio station that I really like called Japan-A-Radio. It's on iTunes. They play Japanese pop and anime music. Overall my evening has been fairly relaxed and pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/blogger/Campfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112095920360971767?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112095920360971767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112095920360971767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112095920360971767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112095920360971767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-ninth.html' title='July Ninth'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112079097588233370</id><published>2005-07-07T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:49:35.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Seventh</title><content type='html'>Mikey and I both ended up sleeping almost all day today. The previous night had been very exhausting. When we woke up I cleaned out the mouse cage, but I couldn't stand to see it empty. The box that Reepicheep's body was in was sitting on the floor next to it. I kept thinking that I'd open it to see him playing, but I knew I'd see him lying there peacefully with his little brown eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mommy and talked to her for a little bit. It made me feel better. I went to Petco and got a pair of new mouseys. These were female. I got two white ones. They're both &lt;i&gt;very sweet little girls&lt;/i&gt;. They have silky white coats and scarlet eyes. They like sitting in my blue coffe cup in my lap and cuddling with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named them both Rei after the girl in Eva who's a clone. She has scarlet eyes too, and because she is a clone there are many Reis and thus it's okay that they have the same name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are sending off Reepicheep. After seeing the new babies, I realize how sick he really was. He's has breathing problems since I got him and his fur was a little patchy. These mice are very  healthy. I know that they'll be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/blogger/mouseys.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112079097588233370?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112079097588233370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112079097588233370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112079097588233370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112079097588233370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-seventh.html' title='July Seventh'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112073357187076314</id><published>2005-07-07T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T04:02:42.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reepicheep</title><content type='html'>They took him in and put him on oxygen immediately because he was barely breathing. He was severely anemic from the parasite infection and he caught pnemonia from being in the cold air conditioning. His breathing didn't improve for almost an hour and they gave him antibiotics and put some fluids in his body. He seemed to be doing better and his breathing got normal again. Then they found him dead in the incubater at around 5:30... I'll miss my baby mousey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to take him and put him in a little boat and try to send him to the ocean. That's what Reepicheep would have wanted, to sail to the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. I tried so hard to save him. I've never had anything but fish before. But Reepicheep would snuggle with me and sit in my pocket and give me mousey kisses on my nose. He only got sick because I didn't want to leave him for a day. If I'd left him I would have come home and he would have seen me and run up to the edge of his cage ad squeaked for me to hold him like he normally did. He'd still be alive and probably running around on his wheel. It's hard to know that I'm the reason he died. It's hard to know that I just brought pain to someone I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have asked to see him before we left, just so I could have told him I loved him one more time. I wish he would have held on just two more hours, so I could have gotten one more mousey kiss on the nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112073357187076314?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112073357187076314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112073357187076314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112073357187076314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112073357187076314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/reepicheep_07.html' title='Reepicheep'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112071143035794101</id><published>2005-07-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T04:02:19.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reepicheep</title><content type='html'>Reepicheep is dying. He's peeing blood and vomiting all over his cage. We're trying to find him a vet to take him to. I don't want him to die. He's only a baby. I'll update when we get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112071143035794101?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112071143035794101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112071143035794101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112071143035794101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112071143035794101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/reepicheep.html' title='Reepicheep'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112061128798834121</id><published>2005-07-05T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:54:47.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Fifth</title><content type='html'>I spent most of yesterday afternoon in bed. My stomach was upset. I went online for a little bit, and I talked to Jake and Bryson. They stopped by a little bit later. Unfortunately they got lost on the way, so they couldn't stay long, but they promised to visit again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Jailbait came over with one of their sisters. All of us, plus Joel, ventured to Mikey's grandma's to watch fire works. They were really pretty, even if the bugs were bad. We played with sparklers in the parking lot and then went inside to play rummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed early because my tummy hurt. I half fell asleep and woke up to see Mikey sitting with me and a bowl, wiping puke off my face. He sat with me for an hour or so while I sputtered and puked into the bowl. He held back my hair. It was sweet. No one has ever taken care of me so well. When I stopped throwing up and he felt it was safe to leave me for a little, he drove to the store at midnight and bought me soup. I ate it and fell asleep soon after. He sat with me until 5:00am, just in case I got sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 1:00 and my stomach still hurt. Mikey also had a really big nasty wood tick embedded in his back. I was afriad to take it out, so he called his mom and had her come over to help him. I don't like to judge people, but I've yet to see that woman in a good mood. I don't think she knows how to smile. I'm always bright and happy when I'm around other people's parents, but she never smiles back. It rather creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, Mikey's brother, stopped by too. He pulled me outside and asked me for girl advice. It made me feel important. He's still laying on the couch in the living room watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back onto the computer and worked on compiling stuff for my Chii costume. I've &lt;i&gt;ordered a dress&lt;/i&gt; already and I found a good website to buy a really long blonde wig. I need to make new hair spool things, and I think I'm going to make another pair of ears that aren't on a headband but clip in instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey is on a mission to find me food that won't make me throw up and I'm sitting around coloring and thinking about my novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/blogger/chiidress.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112061128798834121?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112061128798834121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112061128798834121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112061128798834121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112061128798834121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-fifth.html' title='July Fifth'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112050842172503150</id><published>2005-07-04T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:18:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Fourth</title><content type='html'>I slept in the car on the way home from the cabin last night. We got home around midnight. Reepicheep was squeaking and crying. I did a quick web search and found out that it is in fact lice that are infecting my baby's fur. I'm bringing him to the vet on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fall asleep, so Mikey read to me. He read me the last two chapters of Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban, and then the first chapter of Goblet of Fire. I drew some pictures with crayons and water colors. I was really worried about Reepicheep, because he wouldn't stop crying and I could tell he was in pain. So I painted &lt;i&gt;a picture of him&lt;/i&gt; in his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel asleep while Mikey was starting chapter two of GoF, and I had the strangest dream. Our Girl Scout troop was taking a field trip to a strip club to learn the fine art of stripping, and for some reason Sarah and Allison tagged along. There was a stripper dancing around a pole, but she never took her clothes off. Then for some reason Sarah and I were wearing our prom dresses and dancing around. We "stripped" off our shoes and we were both wearing fishnets, but we never took anything else off. Then we packed up and Allsion drove me home in a red convertable. She doesn't actually have a red convertable, but in my dream is was a really hot car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 11:00, when Jailbait stopped by. She expected us to still be up north; she was fish sitting for me. I fell back asleep after that. I finally woke up around 12:30. Luckily my eye didn't hurt. It has a bunch of gunk floating around in it, but regardless of how many times I rinse my eye the gunk won't come out. It's not red though, which I'll assume is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last hour configuring voice recognition on my computer. It's cool! I can say, "Computer, Open Safari" and it opens the internet. I can play chess and command the pieces. I can chat with people without typing anything; I just talk to the computer. It also talks back to me! It tells me who's online on iChat, which is Mac's version of AIM. It also talks to me when there's an error on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, if I still feel up to it, Mikey and I are going to watch fireworks. Meanwhile, I think I shall watch some of the Monty Python special. Happy Independence from Britain Day! Now, let's go watch the British Broadcasting Network!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/blogger/reepicheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112050842172503150?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112050842172503150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112050842172503150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112050842172503150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112050842172503150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-fourth.html' title='July Fourth'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112060927178756269</id><published>2005-07-02T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:21:11.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Second</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Joel came into my room while I was on my computer downloading anime. He handed me a twenty dollar bill and said, "I've been really pissy lately. I'm sorry. Here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cocked an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's what you're going to do," he instructed, "You're going to take Mike out to dinner or something while I'm gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," I obliged, still raising my eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within five hours I'd shaved them off. I told Mikey what Joel had said and we both forgave joel immediately. We decided to drive out to Byerly's to get sushi. When we got back we ate it in the living room and I played video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how it happened, but I decided I wanted to cosplay. Soon my eyebrows had been washed away down the sink, and my hair was a fiery red. I painted thick eyeliner around my eyes and pranced around in my kimono, that I sewed for ACEN a couple months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joel got home from work I jumped on him and hugged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he looked shocked and yelled, "Ack! It's Gaara!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get back in the car!" Mikey called from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dragged joel with us back to Byerly's to get sushi in the middle of the night, and we ate it in the living room and talked about old cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Mikey and I ventured to his Grandma's and took &lt;i&gt;pictures of me in my kimono&lt;/i&gt;. Until I saw them I never knew a kimono showed so much clevage. I had fun scaring people with my dark angry looking makeup and lack of eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/blogger/gaara.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112060927178756269?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112060927178756269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112060927178756269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112060927178756269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112060927178756269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-second.html' title='July Second'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14190636.post-112050986683904528</id><published>2005-06-29T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:01:29.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Treehouse</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Andi. I have a tradition that every time I start a new journal of any sort, I reintroduce myself. It's fun to look back at old journals and see how I saw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 17 years old and I just moved out of my parent's house. I live with my boyfriend Mikey and our roommate Joel. We also live my my collection of fishies and my mouse Reepicheep. I named him after the mouse in the chronicles of Narnia.  I work at Vector Marketing, selling CUTCO. I really hate my job and I'm looking, although I'll admit not fervently, for a job that I enjoy more. It pays well though, so I can't really complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 1st we're all moving to a new apartment, and my best friend since 3rd grade, Sarah, is moving in too. Eventually Adam, our personal chef at the apartment, will be moving in as well. Five people in a two bedroom apartment; sounds like fun to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending my free time doing lots of swimming at Mikey's Grandmother's lake. Usually Adam and his sister Christina, who we call Jailbait, come with. Jailbait is my other best friend. She's at the apartment almost every day, and the two of us sit around and talk or watch music videos on my new Mac G5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some quirky neighbors, including a crazy black guy named "E" who sits outside and talks to us and a little girl who likes to give me rocks and swim in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love anime. I actually met Mikey at an anime convention. I love to sew costumes for cosplay, which is dressing up like a character. Right now I'm working on costumes for a character named Rei Ayanami from the anime Evangelion, and for a character named Chii from Chobits. I also have a flamingo who cosplays with me. Her name is Cosette and &lt;i&gt;she loves cherry popsickles&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other passion is writing. I'm working on a novel about unicorns right now. It's a futuristic fantasy. The best parallel to draw to it would be 1984 by George Orwell. I also write a lot of fiction and fan fiction. I write mostly Harry Potter fan fics, but sometimes I write anime fan fiction as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm very content with my life right now. I like having some independence and being able to be self reliant. It gives me a real reason to wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/blogger/cosette.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14190636-112050986683904528?l=andistreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112050986683904528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14190636&amp;postID=112050986683904528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112050986683904528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14190636/posts/default/112050986683904528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andistreehouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/welcome-to-my-treehouse.html' title='Welcome To My Treehouse'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195266177190685423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/missrhapsody/Rhaps/heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
