<?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-117303905263710152</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:12:46.504-07:00</updated><category term='Aileen'/><category term='Sleep.'/><category term='Javier'/><category term='Flu'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='Jennifer'/><category term='Erik'/><category term='goals'/><category term='Summer Dance'/><category term='Lemmon'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='limousine'/><category term='Mario'/><category term='Aileeen'/><category term='Fred'/><category term='Mabel'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='love'/><category term='John'/><category term='Anita Gaitan'/><title type='text'>Midtoon Journal: Erik</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117303905263710152.post-7107252977251579069</id><published>2011-05-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:29:42.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabel'/><title type='text'>Am I Depressed?</title><content type='html'>Dude, things are&amp;nbsp;really bad right now. I haven't eaten, or gotten out of my room in&amp;nbsp;two days. Let me tell you what&amp;nbsp;happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last time I wrote?&amp;nbsp;I was saying that &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020401.htm"&gt;Mario came to visit&lt;/a&gt; and&amp;nbsp;told me that my girlfirend Jenny was going out another dude. His name is Fred. You&amp;nbsp;know Fred, right? The tall guy with the ugly 1970's flat top and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020306.htm"&gt;a red sports car&lt;/a&gt;? Anyway, Mario&amp;nbsp;told me that and I didn;t want to believe it, but he swore it was true,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020402.htm"&gt;and I was not sure&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know, maybe because Jenny&amp;nbsp;is the hottest girlfriend I've ever had, or maybe because everyone always talked crap about&amp;nbsp;how impossible it was for me to be with her, but I was always afreaid that something might happen. &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012502.htm"&gt;My parents&amp;nbsp;thought she was too old for me&lt;/a&gt;, and from the very start&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012402.htm"&gt;my best friend told me she was&amp;nbsp;too hot&lt;/a&gt; for me. I don't know; I think she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for a while, I didn't know what to do or what to think.&amp;nbsp;I had to talk to her, I knew, but&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020403.htm"&gt;I didn't know what to tell her&lt;/a&gt;. I was just afraid, I know, so don't rub it in. The thing is that I had to talk to her about it and give her the chance to explain what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her house and asked her. She&amp;nbsp;admitted that &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020301.htm"&gt;she had been to Malwart&lt;/a&gt; and that&amp;nbsp;Fred was there, but that all she was doing was&amp;nbsp;buying groceries, including the ingredients to &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020404.htm"&gt;make my favorite dessert&lt;/a&gt;, raspberry frosted cheesecake (and she showed me the cheesecake to prove it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! The cheesecake was 'delish'.&amp;nbsp;I thought we were cool, but then that #$&amp;amp;@ Fred showed up (why was the door open anyway?) and I &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020405.htm"&gt;discovered the truth&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Fred had left his credit card in Jenny's purse. &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020304.htm"&gt;How could she have Fred's credit card&lt;/a&gt; if there was nothing between them?&amp;nbsp;I was like dude! What's up with this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020406.htm"&gt;I yelled, cried, cursed&lt;/a&gt; and stuff like that. I was so mad, I don't even remember all the stuff I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell&amp;nbsp;Jenny that if we could not be honest with each other, we'd be better off&amp;nbsp;split up, but&amp;nbsp;she didn't say anything, so &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020407.htm"&gt;I just got up&amp;nbsp;and left&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time I saw her. I have been &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020502.htm"&gt;in my room ever since and have barely eaten&lt;/a&gt;. It's so unfair that you&amp;nbsp;get a girlfriend and&amp;nbsp;you think she's all that, but she's going behind your back doing stuff with other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont; know what top do now.&amp;nbsp;What gets me mad is that&amp;nbsp;while I'm just sitting here all depressed, she is &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020501.htm"&gt;probably partying out&lt;/a&gt; somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go out and party as well, but I don't feel like seeing a bunch of idiots laughing at their own stupid jokes right now. So I just stayed&amp;nbsp;home watching re-runs of The&amp;nbsp;Adventures of &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012105.htm"&gt;Icky and Dax&lt;/a&gt;, but &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012105.htm"&gt;each episode&lt;/a&gt; is more stupid than &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020503.htm"&gt;the last&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know&amp;nbsp;how Javier can like&amp;nbsp;this garbage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-7107252977251579069?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/7107252977251579069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2011/05/am-i-depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/7107252977251579069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/7107252977251579069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2011/05/am-i-depressed.html' title='Am I Depressed?'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-6252677137124744994</id><published>2010-03-08T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:16:45.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling very well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario came to my house and I thought we were going to dust off some old video games, but he actually wanted to &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020401.htm"&gt;talk to me about Jennifer&lt;/a&gt;. He says that &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/020306.htm"&gt;he saw her &lt;/a&gt;riding in &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/REWARDS.htm"&gt;a sports car &lt;/a&gt;with a tall black dude, and I know that can be no other than Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I know Mario can be a little unreliable sometimes, like when I asked him to ask Anita to the Summer Dance with me and &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011101.htm"&gt;he ended dating her himself&lt;/a&gt;, or after that, when he tricked me into &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011102.htm"&gt;dating his sister&lt;/a&gt;, but he wouldn't make up something like that, not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he shows up out of nowhere and &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/010703.htm"&gt;starts hitting on Mabel&lt;/a&gt;. Then he &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011802.htm"&gt;moves in&lt;/a&gt; across the street and whatever story he made up, he had &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011902.htm"&gt;a serial killer &lt;/a&gt;hiding under in a basement so secret that not even the owner of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt; knew about it. Then, when &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012501.htm"&gt;I start going out&lt;/a&gt; with Jennifer, &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012503.htm"&gt;now he wants her&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really hate this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;-stealing piano-player robot-looking flat-topped dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't let Mario know that. It's not Mario's business anyway, but I have to do something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd better come up with a plan. Yes... I think I know what I can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-6252677137124744994?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/6252677137124744994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/6252677137124744994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/6252677137124744994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-1023998395322384794</id><published>2010-01-01T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:10:53.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabel'/><title type='text'>It's a wonderful time!</title><content type='html'>Oh, the season is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy, lately, and I think I'm in love! Don't tell anyone, though, or people may make fun of me, but I have a girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not Mario's sister Aileen. That was a nightmare. (If you don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; then you can see it starting &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011102.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;) This time it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but Jennifer, the girl who lives across the street from us (you know, the one who has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; on her lower back) came one day out of the blue and tried to tell me &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012401.htm"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt;. At first I didn't get it, but Mario made me see that &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012402.htm"&gt;she liked me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012403.htm"&gt;what to do&lt;/a&gt;, because she is like 7 years older than me, but the truth is I like her a lot. She's cool, you know... and oh, well, you know me. What happened next was like wow! I was coming back from school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012404.htm"&gt;the bus was full&lt;/a&gt; and she was there. Then, out of the blue, she &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012405.htm"&gt;kissed me!&lt;/a&gt; I was like "whoa, dude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried her stuff back to her place and I was like "Yeah Baby!", but there, she told me that &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012406.htm"&gt;she could not &lt;/a&gt;get involved with someone like me, but that was only because of my age, because she really liked me. I was mad, because she kissed me and then said we could not be together, you know that sucks! I left the place, but then &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012501.htm"&gt;she called me again&lt;/a&gt; and we made out. I was kinda' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;, you know? With all these "no we can't" but "yes we can" I felt like it was the last presidential election or something. The thing is that now we are together and everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Not everyone. I'm happy and Jennifer is happy, but you should have seen Dad's and Mabel's faces when I told them. "She's nearly my age!" Mabel said. Like it is normal for a woman so young to have a kid my age. Why is it okay for her to be so many years younger than dad but it is not okay for Jennifer to be just a few years older than me? Well, the thing is &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012502.htm"&gt;they don't approve&lt;/a&gt;, but this is my first serious girlfriend and I don't want to mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Jennifer for Christmas, and I can't believe it, but she wore a &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012504.htm"&gt;Santa suit&lt;/a&gt;. The weirdest thing is that she made it look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gooooooooooood&lt;/span&gt;! I had fun, but I kinda' missed dad and Mabel. We always have Christmas dinner together, so I promised her that I would be home for new year, and he told me that Jennifer could come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was cool because I thought Mabel was accepting Jennifer, but when &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012506.htm"&gt;we came home &lt;/a&gt;we noticed that she was stressed out and after dinner, she kinda freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/012507.htm"&gt;our goals&lt;/a&gt; for 2010, but I'm too tired to talk about that right now. Maybe I will write tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-1023998395322384794?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/1023998395322384794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-wonderful-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/1023998395322384794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/1023998395322384794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-wonderful-time.html' title='It&apos;s a wonderful time!'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-8554725534282223720</id><published>2009-09-07T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:40:28.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness!</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while because there was not much happening, but wow, something happened and it was something big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how he did it, but my dad discovered the hideout of a serial killer that was hiding across the street in a vacant apartment. The weird thing is that the apartment had been renovated and a new neighbor had moved in already when the cops found the criminal. I don't know, but I think that the murderer looks kind of familiar. I think he looks like a cool guy who used to live there five years ago when we first moved into our house. I don't know, since I was only 11 at the time, but I think he had a blond, very young wife, which is interesting, because according to the news, he was murdering young blondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know if it was him, but now my dad is in the news, because he found him. For some reason he did not want to tell me anything when I asked him how he found out. Mabel is silent as well and is muttering something about baking a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, classes are starting tomorrow and I hope things turn out good. I am going to be a senior now, my last year at school, wohoo! Now I have a full year to try and find a date for the Senior Prom. In order to prepare for this new year I have been re-reading all my Archie collection. I know, I know, he's not the best role-model, but look, if someone has experience in going through high school it is him, plus he has not one, but two hotties after him all the time, so leave me alone all right? The dude knows something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still unhappy about the results of the Summer Dance, but luckily Mario's Sister graduated, so I won't have to see her at school. It is bad enough already to try to make people forget that we were chosen King and Queen of the Summer without also trying to avoid her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I look forward to see Mario and the gang again. I hope he's not all smoochy smooch with Anita, because they are frankly disgusting. I also wonder if Big Chris is still going out with Blondie, because if he's not, he might want Anita back and then there will be fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year, Here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-8554725534282223720?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/8554725534282223720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/8554725534282223720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/8554725534282223720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my goodness!'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-8800310462226168907</id><published>2009-07-19T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:31:32.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Hey, I haven't written anything in the past couple of days, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been kind of bored. We still haven't done much on this vacation. Mabel doesn't want to go out because she is worried about Javier, and dad only goes out if Mabel goes out. The problem is that the little retard was not taking his medicines, so he was having all kind of hallucinations. Man! One of these days he's gonna think he can fly and jump off a buiding or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mabel and dad are now making sure that he takes his pills every day and that should keep him under control, but they are still observing him and trying to see if he's okay before they let him out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go watch the Harry Potter movie and guess what? The Midtoon Multiplex was sold out! They told me they could sell me a ticket for Monday! Darned! If I wanted to go Monday I would buy the ticket Monday, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario got tickets, though, but only for him and his new girlfriend, Anita and he went with her. You know who she is, the one I wanted to go out with. I think he's fallen for her. Luckily for him Big Chris, who was going out with her before, is not interested in her no more, because if not I'd pity the fool who'd try to date Anita. I only hope, for Mario's health, that Big Chris keeps dating Blondie, because if not, who knows if he may want to come back to Anita and I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I am going to stop writing this and will go to play World of Peacecraft. My Diplomat is a level 23 and I am practicing the Lies and Deceit skill because I may be deployed to the Queen of Dartarka's court and I'm gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-8800310462226168907?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/8800310462226168907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/8800310462226168907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/8800310462226168907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-7319487315306138120</id><published>2009-06-29T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:32:50.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aileeen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javier'/><title type='text'>I slept late...</title><content type='html'>I slept late today, after last night's dance. Dude! I still have the taste of Aileen's lipstick in my mouth, even after washing it repeatedly. Arg! Why did she had to be the first woman to kiss me? Now I won't be able to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Javier is not home. He's going to an appointment with his psychologist. Mabel usually takes him, but she's not feeling well and since he seems to be doing okay, they let him walk to the appointment. It is very close to here anyway, in the corner of Main and Third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Javier is gone, dad is working and Mabel has the flu, the house is very quiet. I think I'm going to take advantage of it and go to sleep again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-7319487315306138120?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/7319487315306138120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-slept-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/7319487315306138120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/7319487315306138120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-slept-late.html' title='I slept late...'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-3972453783310263125</id><published>2009-06-26T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:52:45.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lemmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limousine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aileen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javier'/><title type='text'>Washing my mouth with soap!</title><content type='html'>So disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance was over, and not only I was chosen to be Summer King besides the ugliest Queen in like forever, but also when we got home she had to kiss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was totally not how I imagined my Summer Dance night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that Mario and Aileen live closer to the route to Lemmon Limos and he decided to drop Anita first and then me. Mario was kinda' down because he did not get a kiss, even though he got off the car to walk Anita to the door. I was in the limo laughing at him and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I walk up to the door and Aileen ran after me and kissed me. Omigosh! she has two ginormous front teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was gone I looked around to make sure no one saw it, and the street was empty, but when I walked into the house, guess what? Javier was there. What the heck was he doing awake at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ew," he said. "You kissed that woman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threatened him, but you know how it is with that kid. Now I'm afraid that everyone will hear about my "incident".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's really late, so I'd better go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LINK TO RELATED STRIP: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011303.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011303.htm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-3972453783310263125?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/3972453783310263125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/washing-my-mouth-with-soap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/3972453783310263125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/3972453783310263125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/washing-my-mouth-with-soap.html' title='Washing my mouth with soap!'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-2062751437739844654</id><published>2009-06-22T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:30:28.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And NOW I win?</title><content type='html'>I am posting this from the bathroom of the Summer Dance where I'm with Mario, Mario's Sister and Anita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right because Mario did not have the slightless inclination to set me up with Anita. He's been all cushy-cushy and giggly with her in our table. I wanna' puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong because Mario's sister is not good looking, nor sweet. Look, I would not mind that much if she was one or the other. I could go out with a nice girl no matter how she looked (I think) or with a hot girl no matter how she was (I double think) but this one is ugly and rude. She's a potty mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I never win at anything, but they have this stupid thing where instead of choosing the king and queen of the dance by votes, they do a lottery. The worst thing is that I won. Now I am hiding in the bathroom, but I know that sooner or later I will have to go out there and take miss uglypottymouth to the front to collect our crowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh! I'm hearing them calling us now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what happens later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-2062751437739844654?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/2062751437739844654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-now-i-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/2062751437739844654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/2062751437739844654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-now-i-win.html' title='And NOW I win?'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-1647426236953649220</id><published>2009-06-18T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:11:07.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javier'/><title type='text'>Heading to the dance!</title><content type='html'>We are heading to the dance! We got these really neat suits from the Midtoon Suit Emporium at two for the price of one, but now Mario is having second thoughts. He says that he doesn't want to look like me, but Mabel told us we look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what his problem is, but I think he has never worn a suit before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what he had the nerve to tell me? He said that we looked like penguins! I cannot believe this guy! We're lucky Mabel didn't hear it, because she looked really proud of us. The one who heard it was Javier, and he made fun of us, but I know that if I just ignore him (or show him my knuckles) he gets tired (or scared) and runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go, because the limo is coming for us at any moment. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-1647426236953649220?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/1647426236953649220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/heading-to-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/1647426236953649220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/1647426236953649220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/heading-to-dance.html' title='Heading to the dance!'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-9189807512625261324</id><published>2009-06-12T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:20:15.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it!</title><content type='html'>I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the little *&amp;amp;%^ had ideas of his own with Anita. Sure, NOW I find out, after I already paid $200.00 for the stoopid limousine and rented some formal clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not going to set me up with Anita at all. Instead, I'll get stuck with his sister. The only thing that can make this any worse is if his sister doesn't like me. She sounded so pretty on the phone that I am absolutely sure she must be hot. Perhaps it will work for the best, because as my dad says all the time "where there was fire..." I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that Big Chris is so happy and all that Anita is going out with Mario, but once he finds out how stoopid his new girlfriend is, I bet he will want back with Anita and then Mario is going to have to steop out oif the way or Big Vhris is going to pound him like a drum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way Jose! I'd rather stay away from that girl... That girl is trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go get ready for the dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINK TO ASSOCIATED COMIC: &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011203.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011203.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-9189807512625261324?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/9189807512625261324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-knew-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/9189807512625261324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/9189807512625261324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it!'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-4820028795599686019</id><published>2009-06-09T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:07:12.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a Limo</title><content type='html'>We are so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to rent the Limo for the dance a little too late and there was only one left. The guy from Lemon Limos told us that it went for $300.00, bur that's more than I had available. Mario did not have that much money either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario suggested that we haggle with the guy, but the guy aparently noticed that we were going to be tough customers and immediately offered us a deal. HE lowered the fee by $100.00 ($50 for each)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a great deal! We npow have the Limo. I have been thinking about it more and more and I think I'm actually looking forward to meet Mario's sister. She surely sounds beautiful on the phone. I guess that I may get lucky after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not be upset with Mario anyway. He's trying to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINK TO RELATED COMIC: &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/0112021.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011202.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-4820028795599686019?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/4820028795599686019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-limo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/4820028795599686019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/4820028795599686019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-limo.html' title='Getting a Limo'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-6498222319092270299</id><published>2009-06-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:47:04.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He just doesn't get it...</title><content type='html'>Mario has been callingme over and over and I just keep ignoring him. He doesn't get that I'm mad. Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I was at home with my brother, Mario called me on my cell phone and I decided that I should at least take the call, so I answered. He wanted me to go downtown with him, but I don't really feel like it. We have to go downtown pretty soon anyway to rent a Limo for the Summer Dance, because we will be double dating. I think we will be going tomorrow, to make sure the limo is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was not going to the stupid dance with Mario's Sister, I don't think I would even talk to him. I guess it is my strong feeling that every time I make a deal with Mario, I end up losing. I guess Mario is just lucky like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go play video games. I'm playing again some old games I had not played for a while, like Oblivion. Man, that game's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECT LINK TO ASSOCIATED COMIC: &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011201.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011201.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-6498222319092270299?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/6498222319092270299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-just-doesnt-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/6498222319092270299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/6498222319092270299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-just-doesnt-get-it.html' title='He just doesn&apos;t get it...'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-8235524964489351711</id><published>2009-06-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:38:54.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Irish!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's going on anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking out of school before lunch today and I saw Mario running like a chicken, saying that Big Chris was looking for him. Then, I saw Big Chris by the tree and he was with that cheerleader they call 'Blondie' and he was not even mad at Mario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to THANK him! Is this weird or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such bad luck, man, because I was afraid to talk to Anita because of Chris, but Chris is actually HAPPY Mario took her away and now I have to go out with Mario's sisterbecause I already promised to Mabel that I would do it, but I don't even know that girl and I fear that Mario is going to try to fool me so he can keep Anita to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darned! This doesn't even make sense! Do you even get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Mario always end up being the lucky one? Now am really mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINK TO ASSOCIATED COMIC: &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011105.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011105.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-8235524964489351711?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/8235524964489351711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucky-irish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/8235524964489351711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/8235524964489351711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucky-irish.html' title='Lucky Irish!'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-310211665954534002</id><published>2009-06-03T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:28:44.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Daymare</title><content type='html'>When you have a bad dream, you usually call it a nightmare. How do you call it when it happens during the day? I guess it should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daymare&lt;/span&gt;, but I am too tired to look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was at school (don't ask why they still make us go to class after the finals) and there was nothing to do, really, so I kinda fell asleep, you know and started having a dream. My dream was that I was really mad at Mario for the whole Anita thing and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to kill him. I was already strangling him when this girl Leslie, the one with blue lipstick woke me up. She was all "dude, class is over" and I was like "I know!" Then she got kinda pissed because she said I was rude, but she's the one who woke me up, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am still a little pissed off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of Anita. I hope Mario really comes through for me, because I really don't want to go out with his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did not sleep that much last night, so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECT LINK TO ASSOCIATED COMIC: &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011104.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011104.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-310211665954534002?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/310211665954534002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/daymare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/310211665954534002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/310211665954534002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/06/daymare.html' title='A Daymare'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-196759103400414874</id><published>2009-05-29T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:04:58.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She sounds so sweet!</title><content type='html'>Today I asked Mabel if I should call Mario's Sister to ask her to the Summer Dance. She said I should go for it, because I never know what I may be missing. I really wanted to go with Anita, but she is going with Mario, so I might as well go with Mario's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario says that he's gonna set me up with Anita, but Mabel thinks he will not do it. I think he will, though, because he's my best friend. Heck, I know I'd do it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel keeps saying that I should just go with Mario's sister and have fun, but I don't know her and I'm awful around girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I called her and she sounds so sweet and gentle. Her voice is really nice. I'm sure she's nothing like Mario. Mario is a good guy, you know, but kinda rude. His sister sounds like a cool girl. I'm sure she is hot too. She gotta be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mario chickens out on me and doesn't help me out with Anita, I think I might have fun with his sister, like Mabel says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm wondering is what Big Chris thinks about his girl going out with one of us. I didn't think about it before, but if he gets mad, it can be pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go to class, I'll keep you posted, Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECT LINK TO ASSOCIATED COMIC: &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/0111032.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011103.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-196759103400414874?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/196759103400414874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-sounds-so-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/196759103400414874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/196759103400414874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-sounds-so-sweet.html' title='She sounds so sweet!'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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-117303905263710152.post-632727751322291203</id><published>2009-05-27T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:35:45.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Gaitan'/><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>Hello people, my name's Erik and I am a comic strip character. This is my attempt at making an online journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Erik Campos and I was born in Midtoon 16 years ago. My Father is John Campos and my mother is Carmen Santiago. They are both Puertorrican, but they moved to Midtoon before I was born. My mother and my father got divorced when my brother was a baby, and my mother left us and went back to Puerto Rico. Five years ago, when Javier was two, dad married Mabel Snyders, and a year later they bought the house we live in now. Perhaps I will write more about them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a little about what's going on in my life right now. If you prefer to see it for yourself, the current chapter begins at &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011001.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011001.htm&lt;/a&gt;. To see my strip form the beginning go to &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/010101.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/010101.htm&lt;/a&gt;, but I must warn you that other people also feature prominently in the story, so it is not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this big dance coming soon and I wanted to ask this girl, her name is Anita Gaitan and she is a cheerleader. Well, I heard that she was dumping her boyfriend and I really wanted to ask her to the big dance (the Summer Dance) but I didn't dare, so I asked my friend Mario to ask her for me. The problem is that Mario went and invited her himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad at him that I didn't know what I was going to do, but this morning at school, he told me that he isn't really into her and that if I take his sister to the dance, he will set me up with Anita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know Mario's sister. I know she is a senior but she always leaves school early for work somewhere in Centerville and never hangs out around school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know if I should trust Mario, especially after what he did to me. I guess I will ask Mabel (my stepmom) and see what she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is it! I have a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECT LINK TO ASSOCIATED COMIC: &lt;a href="http://www.midtoon.com/011102.htm"&gt;http://www.midtoon.com/011102.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117303905263710152-632727751322291203?l=midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/feeds/632727751322291203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/632727751322291203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117303905263710152/posts/default/632727751322291203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtoonjournal-erik.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775547190682114666</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></feed>
