<?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-13606147</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:40:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...Interesting</title><subtitle type='html'>This is all about me and what goes through my strange head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13606147.post-113504882392570054</id><published>2005-12-19T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:20:23.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Favorite Reindeer Game??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Vixen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/vixen.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and sultry, you're the one all the other reindeer dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: That fur pulling spat you got into with Dancer over Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: Because even when you're nice, you're still delightfully naughty!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, even in Reindeer terms I'm the one that has to involve sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-113504882392570054?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/113504882392570054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=113504882392570054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113504882392570054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113504882392570054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-your-favorite-reindeer-game.html' title='What&apos;s Your Favorite Reindeer Game??'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-113364142526293675</id><published>2005-12-03T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:25:38.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Beware</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;TABLE&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top align=middle width=255 height=600&gt;&lt;img border=1 src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBLMf.gif" name=thebigpicture18&gt;           &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;The Sudden Departure&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;R&lt;/B&gt;andom&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;B&lt;/B&gt;rutal&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;L&lt;/B&gt;ove&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;M&lt;/B&gt;aster (&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;RBLMf&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;    Sweet. Dear. Loving. At Gate 18. Final call. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    You are &lt;B&gt;The Sudden Departure&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    You've been in a lot of serious relationships. More than a few have ended ugly. Uglily. Whatever. Our guess is that you're a really fantastic girl who doesn't really know what she wants, and you've broken a few hearts as a result. You fall for people easily, and you enjoy the feeling of falling in love, but once you're there, either boredom or the old "&lt;FONT shmolor=#009900&gt;&lt;B&gt;grass is greener&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;" syndrome sets in. The mind wanders, and with it goes the flesh. And then the toiletries. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We know you're not the classic "love 'em and leave 'em" type, at least not in a purely sexual sense. You have too many serious bonding tendencies for that. But even though you're &lt;I&gt;theoretically&lt;/I&gt; looking to settle down, you don't settle long on one person. "Serial monogamist" is probably something you hear a lot. "Emotionally loose" is another way to put it. To the poor guys eating your dust and sniffing your panties, it doesn't really make much difference. Of course, it's not really your fault that people get hurt. You have every right to move on when you choose. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;img border=1 src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The Backrubber&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The Gentleman&lt;/B&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=blue&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The Vapor Trail&lt;/B&gt;, someone just like you &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;  &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=5 align=right bgshmolor=#bbbbbb border=0&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=20&gt;  &lt;TD align=middle bgshmolor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;SPAN class=tiny&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Intern&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img border=1 hspace=3 src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DGSDf_thumb.gif" vspace=7&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Deliberate&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Gentle&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Sex&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Dreamer&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=5358719452263920216'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sajennie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-113364142526293675?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/113364142526293675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=113364142526293675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113364142526293675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113364142526293675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/12/men-beware.html' title='Men Beware'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-113343392626817019</id><published>2005-12-01T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T02:45:26.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Proof I Suck At Choosing Men</title><content type='html'>Well, it was an interesting night for me so far. Ok, granted it's like 4:30 am but a few hours ago it wasn't. I had dated this guy a year ago from like July until December. We still talked and all and tonight while I was trying to study for my government final he comes online and I go to message him. Next to his name said, "This is ____'s serious girlfriend." So of course I was like WTF? Turns out it's not his girlfriend. It's his fiancee. They've been together for a year now. You do the math...and if you do it right, it shows that he was dating her while he was dating me. Ain't that a bitch? I just find it to be completely typical w/ my dating history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BTW, the committee seriously needs to like get better defenses here!!!! We need to start tazing these men first before they start to date me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-113343392626817019?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/113343392626817019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=113343392626817019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113343392626817019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113343392626817019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-proof-i-suck-at-choosing-men.html' title='More Proof I Suck At Choosing Men'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-113269153551294553</id><published>2005-11-22T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:34:06.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Mike Shinoda!!</title><content type='html'>In case anyone has any doubts, yes my favorite band is Linkin Park. (If you don't like them, keep it to yourself.) Anyway, in case anyone actually likes the band, then you might be interested in knowing that Mike Shinoda has released a solo album under Fort Minor. The album's called The Rising Tied. And in case you're wondering if it's worth buying...trust me, it is. Major props to Mike for a totally awesome album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/fortminor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/fortminor.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo can be found at www.fortminor.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-113269153551294553?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/113269153551294553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=113269153551294553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113269153551294553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113269153551294553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/11/go-mike-shinoda.html' title='Go Mike Shinoda!!'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-113201488829451225</id><published>2005-11-14T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:34:48.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Job Texas...</title><content type='html'>"Amendment reads like marriage ban" by Rich Lewis, November 10, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was involved in writing some new rules for an organization to which I belong. We were setting up procedures for electing and appointing officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's not an easy thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often when I wrote a sentence, I realized it might be misinterpreted and had to be worded more carefully. Or it led to a bunch of other questions that had to be addressed - which led to other questions. In the end, what I thought could be handled in a few paragraphs ballooned into two full pages of clauses, conditions, and exceptions - and it's far from complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of just how tricky this business can be - and how disastrous the results if done badly - while following the election returns on Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have heard, the citizens of Texas adopted an amendment to their state constitution that was designed to ban gay marriage in that state. It was approved by an overwhelming 76-24%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what Proposition 2 said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Marriage in this state shall consist only of the union of one man and one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) This state or political subdivision of this state may not create or recognize any legal status identical or similar to marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, that old cliche fits like a glove: "Houston, we have a problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many observers have noted, the problem is the amendment clearly makes all marriage between a man and a woman illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical amendment or law begins with a definition (here's what we're talking about) and then prescribes an action (here's what we're going to do about what we're talking about). In the Texas amendment that formula is followed precisely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (a) part says: This is marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (b) part says: You can't make marriage (or anything like it) legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard of those Moonie "mass weddings"? Well, Texas just conducted the world's first "mass divorce".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, who's going to tell the children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some people say the Texas courts will look at the amendment and realize that it was intended to preserve only "the union of one man and one woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't say that, either in words or logic - and to achieve that interpretation you would need a little...um..."judicial activism." Of course, such "legislating from the bench" is exactly what Texas' favorite son, the president, declares is wrong with our courts. He insists that judges should abide by the "strict" wording of the Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presumably, most Texans agree with that, including the wording of their own constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of other states have banned gay marriage and all of them avoided this error. As they say, everything in Texas is bigger - including their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that can go seriously wrong when you're trying to solve a problem by writing rules is that you can carelessly throw the baby out with the bath water. Or, as in this case, throw the water out with the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Siena College, a Catholic school near Albany, had a problem with people getting drunk at campus parties and making a lot of noise and doing other undesirable things. I'm shocked, shocked. Who ever heard of such a thing on a college campus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, according to reports in the Albany Times Union, Siena officials decided to solve their problem by declaring that students were "no longer allowed to consume alcohol or any other beverage in any type of container outside of their townhouses or in any public area on campus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. That meant no coffee, tease, orange juice, lemonade, Yoo-hoo or even water could be imbibed anywhere outdoors on campus, or indeed in any "public area," although, wisely, the dining halls were exempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine the response from the students. For example, the Times Union notes, a cartoon in the student newspaper showed a student engulfed in flames begging for water. A passerby says to the human torch, "And get caught with an open container? Are you kidding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student was apprehended by the campus gendarmes and ordered to pour out his cup of Starbucks. Another had his bottle of spring water investigated as though he was smuggling a bomb aboard an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article about all this on Sept. 28 and immediately sent the story around to a bunch of friends because it was so amazingly dumb. Then I lost track of it until yesterday, when I thought I'd check back and see if there had been any new developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after the Times Union store, Siena rescinded its ill-considered dehydration program. The school's vice president announced the abrupt reversal to students in an e-mail, which ended by saying, "Thank you for your patience as well as common sense as we review our policies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the administrators had shown equally common sense in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you get stuck writing rules for something some day, please be careful you don't bust up a lot of happy homes or leave flaming students to perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you happen to be looking for a spouse, I hear there might be a surplus of used ones in Texas soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I was handed this in my sex class today and I was happy that someone else realized that I'm surrounded by morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas, you just fucked up by saying that if a man's wife is in a car accident, the insurance won't have to recognize her on the policy. Your children, are also screwed in that insurance companies won't have to recognize them either. Taxes are now also going to have to be done separately and your spouse will no longer be able to cover your ass. Common law marriage is also banned because it's "something like marriage" but yet, isn't marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you idiots thought that this was about gay marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-113201488829451225?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/113201488829451225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=113201488829451225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113201488829451225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113201488829451225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-job-texas.html' title='Good Job Texas...'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-113158076728893944</id><published>2005-11-09T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:59:59.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Clue What This Means, But Whatever LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style='border:1px solid black'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;You are a   &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;Social Moderate&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=#a8a8a8 size=3&gt;(41% permissive)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and an...   &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;Economic Liberal&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=#a8a8a8 size=3&gt;(25% permissive)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are best described as a:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=+2&gt;&lt;U&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;Democrat&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;TABLE id=thetable height=375 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=375 background=http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif border=0 name="thetable"&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=262&gt;  &lt;TD width=137&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD width=237&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;  &lt;TR height=112&gt;  &lt;TD width=137&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top align=left width=237&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;TABLE id=thetable height=375 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=375 background=http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg border=0 name="thetable"&gt; 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YES!!!! Wed-Sun of no one bugging me, unless I invite them over. So why is it that I'm not fully enjoying myself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write 2 papers for next week. I also need to interview a friend of the family for my history class so I can write a paper for that. AND I have to work on my group project. *whimper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rents leave for about a week like only twice a year!!! I'm not supposed to have my fun time fucked up like this by school. It's just wrong...I think I'll sue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-113100309666394314?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/113100309666394314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=113100309666394314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113100309666394314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/113100309666394314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/11/injustice-of-party-gods.html' title='The Injustice of the Party Gods'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112979169267356216</id><published>2005-10-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:01:32.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, The Blog...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted so I figured I was overdue. Whoops. Sowwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new to report really. Been going to school which has become increasingly annoying. The other week I had to write a paper over abortion and read 2 books for my sex class, had a test in my government class, and had I don't even know how much homework for my history class. On top of which, I have to do a research group project for the sex class, an interview of a vet for my history class which I then have to do a presentation over, and then write a paper for my government class. So it's like shoot me now please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin ex decided that he misses me. Calls me on Wednesday morning at 9am. Then at 8am on Thursday. Then 10am on Friday. Every day he wants to come over to just talk (yah right, like I'm seriously going to fall for that line) so I was like ok fine, come over and we'll talk. I agree just to see what it is he has to say cuz I already know first hand he's not laying a damn finger on me cuz I will call up the Kitty in order to have a taser nearby to fry his balls. Every day he called and I said ok come over, we'll talk right? Fucker never showed up. Not ONCE. Oh yeah....he REALLY misses me. Stupid lil moron hasn't changed one single bit. And I'm sure as hell not stupid to take his moronic ass back especially after he decided to get married while we were dating. Screw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;D are leaving town!!! Whee!!! Where's the rum??? They're going to Philly in November for 5 days. Ah...better stock up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112979169267356216?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112979169267356216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112979169267356216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112979169267356216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112979169267356216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow-blog.html' title='Wow, The Blog...'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112740685640351090</id><published>2005-09-22T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T09:34:16.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Meds &amp; Another Hurricane</title><content type='html'>August and September obviously don't like me. Anything big always happens. I mean Mono, surgery, and now a kidney infection. It's like great...what's gonna happen next year at this time? Started having chills last week which turned really bad about Wednesday night. You can tell you're cold if you can make the light on your bed shake. Friday went to the doc and she said it was a kidney infection and gave me meds and said I had to drink something every 15 minutes cuz I was dehydrated as well. Also got a shot in my butt so that was fun until I rolled over on that side later that night. Got a lil better after that, but not enough to stop my temp from yo-yoing back and forth over 100. And then the pain went from my back to the front right side so Monday morning at 6:30 there I was at the hospital. Never saw it that empty before. Walked in, saw the nurse, walked back to the room, changed, and then waited maybe 20 minutes to get an iv in and tests to start. Even had a catscan. Was ready to be admitted for a room about 10:45 I think. At 11:30 they took me to this waiting area and that's when hell began. I got antibiotic drip thing which is really freakin strong and then at 3:00 I finally got the lunch that was ordered at 12:00. At 6:30 finally got moved to a room that I had to share w/ an old lady who broke her hip (felt really bad for her). But the entire time I was in the waiting area all I had was the one antibiotic bag, lunch, and like 1 cup of water. I have a kidney infection and supposed to drink tons of fluids and all I get is 1 cup of water?? Idiots. Once I got the room it was a lot better, but having to wait that long for a room was pretty stupid. Got a lil tired of being poked w/ needles and having my blood pressure and temp taken, but I got to come home the next morning so it didn't last too long at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have another hurricane...Rita. What is it w/ all the pissed off women coming after us?? People are at least evacing now instead of waiting it out and we actually have busses coming in to get the people who don't have a way out. It's like hello, why didn't this happen before?? But oh well. But people here in SA are starting to freak out and I'm like this is SA, nothing happens and no I'm not evacing. But I do require all Houston friends and family to stay in contact! Don't want to have to send people after you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112740685640351090?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112740685640351090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112740685640351090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112740685640351090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112740685640351090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-meds-another-hurricane.html' title='More Meds &amp; Another Hurricane'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112559720862213577</id><published>2005-09-01T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:53:28.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Kat</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's insane to think that 2 Christmas ago I was in New Orleans or that I went there for my Sweet 16th and now it's under water. There's no Cafe du Monde right now and that was my favorite spot. I won't be able to take the Haunted History Tour of the French Quarter like I did years ago for a really long time if ever. Hell I never even got to go to Pat O'Brians or Mardi Gras. LOL. If it was just the hurricane that came through the city would have been mostly fine, but cuz of that stupid levee it's not. And that totally ticks me off cuz it was built in like 65 to w/stand a category 3. They knew bigger storms existed, they knew it would probably come and hit New Orleans eventually, and yet they hadn't done anything to work on it to make it stronger over the years. They had 40 years to work on it!!! Even if they just added more support to it over the years, it might have helped more then it did to not do anything to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear that Pascagoula, Mississippi received the heaviest damage. And I'm like fuck. My friend Kala lives there and w/ no phone lines you can't find out if she's ok or if her family's ok. Her dad owns a shipping yard and that's probably completely trashed. So I'm trying to wait as patiently as I can before I go insane. I just hope she's ok and I'm hoping for the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am really proud of TX. I'm proud that we're more then ready to help people. I mean we're trying to find a way to give them a place to say, food, water, medical, education...anything we can do to help. Even SA is like we'll take like 25,000 or so more people then we originally planned simply because people just need the help right now. I have no idea where they're gonna be placed, but I guess I just feel better knowing we're helping as best as we can. I really do wanna do more, but not sure what just yet. So we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the bridge thing in Iraq....I just want to know what moron started that rumor? I mean, what would make someone say that unless they really did want to start mass chaos? It's just cruel to say something like that. I honestly hope that person was the first one to get trampled cuz they deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112559720862213577?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112559720862213577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112559720862213577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112559720862213577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112559720862213577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-kat.html' title='Hurricane Kat'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112527771103929438</id><published>2005-08-28T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:08:31.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Pass From House</title><content type='html'>I was finally let out of the house today. Whee!! I've been under "house arrest" since having my wisdom teeth taken out Friday. Was so incredibly bored all day yesterday. Made family members play games in order to entertain me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ya, we went and saw the 40 Year Old Virgin today. It was sooo funny. Been wanting to see that since the first preview that I saw and it was so worth it. It does go a little slow, but the last 10 minutes totally makes up for it. It's just insane seeing what this guy goes through. Totally go see it if you haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and ate at Pei-Wei. If you've eaten at P.F. Chang's, then you've had Pei-Wei. It's just a teeny little version of it. Doesn't have as big of a selection as Chang's but it's got some stuff that's totally different. But it's still totally great Chinese food. If it's Chinese and not Japanese. It's not like I really know the difference here. LOL. It just tastes good. Got to eat most of it before I had to quit cuz all the chewing was beginning to hurt my jaw. So far, food hasn't bothered the inside of my mouth, just the whole chewing movement has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to JC Penny's Homestore and to Bed Bath and Beyond. M&amp;D have been on this quest to find a rug for the living room to put under the coffee table. I don't think we need one cuz damnit I put in 2 summers of laying down hardwood floor. It's not supposed to be covered up. But anyway, they dropped me off before the went to Home Depot where they actually found a rug. Of course, I don't really like it. They all look so old and out of place w/ all the weird flowers and yucky colors. I'm taking bets to see how long it takes before someone trips over the corner of it. However, they did bring home ice cream, so I had to forgive them a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112527771103929438?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112527771103929438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112527771103929438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112527771103929438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112527771103929438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-pass-from-house.html' title='Day Pass From House'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112509310155194625</id><published>2005-08-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:51:41.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs...Ooohhhhh GOOOOOOODDDDDD</title><content type='html'>Well today was the day of torture. Got all 4 wisdom teeth pulled. Surprisingly not in that much pain. Just my lower left side of my mouth cuz that's the one they cut out. Still very sleepy and getting very hungry. Still can't feel my tongue or my bottom lip very well, but that's also cuz he really drugged me there. They put the IV thru my hand and well that hurt. Never had one that way before. But got to take out the gauze and so far haven't bleed or anything. Got some yogurt and one lil tiny grape that I snuck and ate. LOL. But so far, not near as bad as I was thinking. Of course once I get feeling back, it might be a different story. But it's time for me to head back to bed before I pass out on the keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112509310155194625?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112509310155194625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112509310155194625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112509310155194625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112509310155194625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/08/drugsooohhhhh-gooooooodddddd.html' title='Drugs...Ooohhhhh GOOOOOOODDDDDD'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13606147.post-112461223274081402</id><published>2005-08-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:52:47.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen "[Name] is" Thingy From Google</title><content type='html'>If you've seen this before, you know what to do. If not, well just sit back and amuse yourself. Ok, ok. Basically go to Google and type in [Your Name] is and press search. Type in the first 10 things that come up that begin w/ "[Your Name] is." How simple is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer is:&lt;br /&gt;-not a criminal (That's a relief!)&lt;br /&gt;-still really struggling to get back on the tour and she unfortunately announced she would not be playing the upcoming French...&lt;br /&gt;-a genius&lt;br /&gt;-scheduled to be on CBS's Late Show with David Letterman on September 8th to promote... (Ugh, J.Ho....gross!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-totally victimized and the...&lt;br /&gt;-great&lt;br /&gt;-really a woman, she's handling everything great, a total class act&lt;br /&gt;-a big compliment worthy of so much more... (Aww...)&lt;br /&gt;-credited as Jennifer Aniston, legally she is known as... (First J.Ho, now Aniston? Please!!)&lt;br /&gt;-librarian at the Lincoln-Way Central High School in New Lenox, Illinois (Well, at least I'm closer to Super K!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's over and done w/...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day back to school. Meh. I actually found a parking spot close to the door. Of course I pratically stalked someone in order to get it, but damnit it was mine! My Mon/Wed class should be interesting. It's my sex class...technically English and a Psychology class combined because it's like Sexuality in Literature and Human Sexuality. It's a duel-credit class so might as well. Plus I get to talk about sex all the time, which I already do anyway, so it works! For introductions we had to say our name, major, why we took the class, something unique about us, why we will stay in the class, favorite color, and we had to pick 3 words from the board. These words included penis, clitoris, masturbation...I think you get the picture. Or we could chose the mystery box and say whatever words we wanted. So I picked blow-job, doggy style, and cowgirl. It's sad when your professor of Human Sexuality doesn't know what cowgirl is. But oh well. Looks to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanders...are you still alive?? Where oh where has my Sanders gone? Oh where oh where can she be?? CALL ME!!! Before I send a search party for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112461223274081402?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112461223274081402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112461223274081402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112461223274081402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112461223274081402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/08/stolen-name-is-thingy-from-google.html' title='Stolen &quot;[Name] is&quot; Thingy From Google'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112461104723468772</id><published>2005-08-21T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:57:27.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Success!!!</title><content type='html'>Smalls FINALLY got in the box!!!! Whee!!!! It only took her about 2 days? 3 maybe? Of course I haven't seen her lay down in it unless her bag of treats are in it, but she's in it and she sleeps in it at least. Whew. The cat is now back to grateful. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the sayings on her box are:&lt;br /&gt;-Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;-No one can have experience to the fullest the true sense of achievement and satisfaction who have never pursued and successfully caught his tail.&lt;br /&gt;-Even overweight cats instinctively know the cardinal rule: when fat, arrange yourself in slim poses.&lt;br /&gt;-In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.&lt;br /&gt;-Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later.&lt;br /&gt;-Meow is like aloha - it can mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;-Cats motto: No matter what you've done wrong, always try to make it look like the dog did it.&lt;br /&gt;-A cat is there when you call her - unless she has something better to do.&lt;br /&gt;-In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to prove Smalls actually and finally got in the box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/08_21_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/08_21_0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112461104723468772?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112461104723468772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112461104723468772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112461104723468772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112461104723468772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-have-success.html' title='We Have Success!!!'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112456211633303673</id><published>2005-08-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:46:39.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Day Is It???</title><content type='html'>I've been spending way too much time on the computer. I've been involved in playing Knights Online. It's pretty fun actually. I totally blame Allie though cuz it's her fault for talking about it all the time and so I finally gave in to check it out. I just spent the last week of my vacation playing that game. Meh. I need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, do something creative this week. I made Smalls a box! I figured that since she always hops in an empty box and chills out there for a while, that I would take a box and decorate it for her and make it all cozy. Spent two days on it, mainly cuz I wanted to make sure that the box was fully dry and I needed to go buy materials in order to decorate it. I'll post pics of what it looks like and yes, it is VERY orange. Anyway, ungrateful cat won't get in the box. The only time she's gotten all the way inside the box was when her bag of treats was in it and only cuz she wanted to open the bag. I did take out the pillow I made for her and put it on the desk on which she slept on for a little bit, but otherwise, no real interest in the box. Cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school again on Monday. Meh!!! I don't want to go. At least I get to take this one class, well really it's two classes combined, and I get to talk about sex the entire time. That's a class totally made for me. It's sad when your only real knowledge is either sex, alcohol, Harry Potter, or movies. Maybe I should start making new friends....hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went to the dentist on Tuesday or Wednesday for my consultation. All 4 of my wisdom teeth are coming out. Two of them will be no problems, one they're not entirely positive about, and the last one of course will have to be cut out and some of the bone in the jaw removed so they can take out the stupid tooth. All this will go down on the 26th. Yay for me!! Please send all painkillers my way. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/08_21_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/08_21_1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/08_21_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/08_21_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/08_21_3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/08_21_3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/08_21_4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/08_21_4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112456211633303673?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112456211633303673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112456211633303673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112456211633303673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112456211633303673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-day-is-it.html' title='What Day Is It???'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112326960410307051</id><published>2005-08-05T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:20:04.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>Today was S's funeral. It was really pretty. There were tons of flowers and there were pictures of him and postcards from all the places he went to. We released balloons at the gravesite and it was so cool watching all the balloons disappearing in the sky. It finally hit that he's gone. I don't even know what to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/shane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/shane.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112326960410307051?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112326960410307051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112326960410307051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112326960410307051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112326960410307051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/08/saying-goodbyes.html' title='Saying Goodbyes'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112295837431060508</id><published>2005-08-01T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:52:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Got a call from my Aunt L today about 6 something I want to say. My cousin died this afternoon. It seriously sucks that he died, but at the same time I'm glad he did. These last few days have been like a nightmare for him. Not getting any food or drink cuz his body wouldn't take it. Being in so much pain that the medications wouldn't stop him from hurting. I knew it was coming, but it doesn't stop it from hurting. The next few days are not gonna be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112295837431060508?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112295837431060508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112295837431060508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112295837431060508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112295837431060508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112291615985465784</id><published>2005-08-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:35:22.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Took me long enough to finally remember to put this one up here. Just thought it was too fitting considering my obsession w/ orange.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morrigan's 7 Deadly Sins:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRATH&lt;br /&gt;1. Who did you last get angry with?: Mom.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your weapon of choice?: I wouldn't mind trying out Kitty's taser.&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. How about of the same sex?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?: Philip, but he's always like that...before that it was probably PFON and after a while it was just fun pissing him off.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your pet peeve?: Having to repeat myself and ppl who are narrow-minded.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?: Depends. Most of the time I can let it go after a while, other times, well....let's just say that you should stay away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time?: Uh... &lt;br /&gt;2. What is the latest you've ever woken up?: 4pm I think was the latest, but I went to bed like at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't: Sanders, need to find out if she's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the last lame excuse you made?: It's probably either I don't know, or I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?: Yes, the one for the Magic Bullet. That thing looks pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?: 0, I don't have to set my alarm. It's summer ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?: Um...I only really drink water, soda, rum and tequila. Oh and chocolate milk. And Sour Apple Martinis.&lt;br /&gt;2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat?: White.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?: I'm able to drink a lot so I really have no idea how much I had that night except that I was only to the point where the room was spinning so I wasn't fully drunk.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?: Weight Watchers for a few weeks and then I decided that food is not your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have an issue with your weight?: Sometimes, but hey, I am what I am.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?: Spicy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever looked at a small housepet or child and thought, "LUNCH"?: Lunch, no...die, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST&lt;br /&gt;1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?: I no longer have a running total.&lt;br /&gt;2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?: More then should have had that special opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?: Yes, cuz I'm a perv.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you "done it"?: Many times by now.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?: Smile, eyes, butt, and um...well, you know. :D &lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?: No, but I once dated a stripper. Of course there was that one time in H-town where ppl where driving by and thought I was a prostitute, even though I wasn't dressed slutty. I think it had to do w/ me being surrounded by 8 guys or so. &lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;1. How many credit cards do you own?: 2 if you count my bank card.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your guilty pleasure in a store?: Junk for my room, books, and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?: Pay off debts mainly to Mom, get my own place, and save the rest.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather be rich, or famous?: Rich.&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?: Jobs are boring period. As long as I wouldn't be annoyed by some person next to me all day, I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever stolen anything?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?: 157&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;1. What one thing have you done that you're most proud of?: Still being here even though there were times I wish I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?: Go back to school...ugh, teachers!&lt;br /&gt;3. What thing would you like to accomplish in your life?: Being happy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?: Not really. &lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?: Not to my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?: Haven't we all??&lt;br /&gt;7. What did you do today that you're proud of?: I made Super K smile when he was having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY&lt;br /&gt;1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own: My own place. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?: Sanders cuz she wants new stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?: There's enough chaos w/ just one of me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been cheated on?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?: I would like to know what it's like to be thin.&lt;br /&gt;6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?: I would like to have more confidence to just walk up to ppl and start talking.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?: No, I just fill these things out to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?: Lust, it's just so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112291615985465784?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112291615985465784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112291615985465784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112291615985465784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112291615985465784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/08/fun-facts.html' title='Fun Facts'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112270948855352412</id><published>2005-07-30T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:45:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMT</title><content type='html'>I have never wanted a shower so bad before in my life. Went to the concert tonight to see 50 Cent and Eminem. It was soo humid and ppl kept smokin and I was like ew. Dad and I were smack center of the stage which was really cool, but near the back of the seats. So we could see the ppl on stage, but they were small. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went mainly to see Eminem and ended up liking 50 Cent's show more. How sad is that? And merchandise...OMG, rip off!! $30 for a shirt? $30 for a hat? Gimme a break ppl. The only thing I really seriously enjoyed was when 50 Cent stripped on stage. And I mean all the way down to his boxers stripped. Next time he might want to make sure the button is done up on his boxers though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, made all A's this semester. Take that you annoying teacher who gave too much work on subjects that didn't matter!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112270948855352412?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112270948855352412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112270948855352412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112270948855352412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112270948855352412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/amt.html' title='AMT'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112225855141722048</id><published>2005-07-24T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T19:41:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day...</title><content type='html'>Just one more day of school. Sigh. Finally!!! However, I'm trying to do research for the stupid debate we have tomorrow night and yes I've found information, but haven't written a single word. Don't really know where to start and the other part is that I don't care. It's a stupid debate that has no real solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab and Timmy left today. :( They're actually pretty fun. Ok, granted we didn't really do a whole lot, but they're still pretty cool. We all went (well, except for Dave and No-mi) and saw Wedding Crashers which was soooo funny. Pratically fell out of my chair at one point. And then they went downtown to the Riverwalk and road the boats, and went by the Alamo and took a picture and all that while I stayed home and took a nap. Stupid headache. Sab got in the garage w/ Dad and made 3 pots, which she never did before. So she's gonna be able to go back home and brag. Dad's gonna glaze them for her and send them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got word that my aunt and my cousin are going to be visiting in a few weeks. I think mom already mentally packed her suitcase and moved to Dave and No-mi's. Not that I can really blame her. So, Sanders, you'll probably be expecting a visitor at that time. I just hope you've moved in and no longer at D's. And I hope you're fully moved in...well at least the heavy stuff. I'll help unpack though. LOL. But basically, if you hear a really loud scream in 2 weeks...it's me screaming for help in killing my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/putting%20on%20apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/putting%20on%20apron.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/raising%20the%20clay%20higher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/raising%20the%20clay%20higher.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/a%20lil%20help%20from%20dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/a%20lil%20help%20from%20dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/s%20for%20sabrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/s%20for%20sabrina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112225855141722048?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112225855141722048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112225855141722048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112225855141722048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112225855141722048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day...'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112205142989706961</id><published>2005-07-22T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:58:06.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sad News</title><content type='html'>Got another phone call from a different aunt last night about S. Apparently we had old news (no surprise cuz these ppl never tell anyone what's going on). Apparently S had been in a coma for a week. They took out the feeding tube yesterday and he's going home today. So that pretty much only leaves him a couple of days. I thought we had maybe another week or two, but apparently we only have a few days left w/ him. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough sad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to spend today and tomorrow w/ No-mi! We're going to the Stamp SA Convention thingy and tonight's the event at the store (Goody-bags...whee!) and tomorrow's the actual convention. But first I need to get off my butt and take my car in to be looked at and buy candles yet again for the front hallway. Just hope the ones we have in the living room are no longer there cuz man those smell really bad. I don't care if they go w/ the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cleaning house. Sab and Timmy are coming to visit today. Timmy's my cousin (yes I have a lot). I don't really know why they're coming considering don't really know them. But whatever. All I know is that I have a clean room and closet and not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the class from hell last night. Whee!!!!!!! Should get an A in that class. Now I just have to work my butt off for my history class. I have to write a paper, do a journal, do research, write an introduction....*whimper* :P on school!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112205142989706961?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112205142989706961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112205142989706961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112205142989706961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112205142989706961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-sad-news.html' title='More Sad News'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112192654234803341</id><published>2005-07-21T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:15:42.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Mom got a call from one of my aunts today. She's not really my aunt, she's just one of Mom's oldest friends. Anyway, my cousin S isn't doing any better. In fact he's getting worse. Damn virus. Guy goes to all these countries and ends up w/ some sort of virus no one can id. It basically attacked his brain and he doesn't know who is or anyone is, can't take care of himself, can't really do anything. He's spent like the last 4 yrs or something like that in a nursing home. And now he's gotten worse and my aunt is gonna bring him home, which means she's just bringing him home to die. And it's depressing. He's my favorite cousin and he's about to die. This hasn't even hit me yet. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112192654234803341?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112192654234803341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112192654234803341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112192654234803341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112192654234803341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/sad-sad-day.html' title='Sad, Sad Day'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112158688867705777</id><published>2005-07-17T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:54:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen From A Head-Ramming Cop</title><content type='html'>- YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name + street you lived on as a child)&lt;br /&gt;Mindy Bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (favorite snack food + grandfather's last name)&lt;br /&gt;Sour Cream and Cheddar Garcia or Sour Cream and Cheddar Jones, depending on how you look at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + favorite restaurant)Sale Carrabba's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot)&lt;br /&gt;Pepper Cozumel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied)&lt;br /&gt;Shorty Huntsville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name)&lt;br /&gt;J.Gar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Rum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School)&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Marshall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived)&lt;br /&gt;Lee Bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy + Last Name Of Favorite Musician)&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop Bennington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112158688867705777?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112158688867705777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112158688867705777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112158688867705777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112158688867705777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/stolen-from-head-ramming-cop.html' title='Stolen From A Head-Ramming Cop'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112156415996628771</id><published>2005-07-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:35:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HP IS THA BOMB</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am ashamed to admit that I was one of the silly ppl who stood in line at midnight to get a copy of Harry Potter. But before you completely laugh at me, I was in normal street clothes...no wands, no capes, no glasses...nothing HP on me. So there. :P However, I did finish the book in like 6 hrs or so and so I'm waiting for the rest of everyone to catch up cuz ppl would attack me if I said what happened. Especially Sanders, who I called and said get the book. Almost called Dave to tell him what happened, but I'm just amazed he's even reading it. All I can say is that I knew that one character would die, just didn't think it was gonna happen in this book. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112156415996628771?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112156415996628771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112156415996628771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112156415996628771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112156415996628771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/hp-is-tha-bomb.html' title='HP IS THA BOMB'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112127192649813710</id><published>2005-07-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:31:44.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#90E5FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizdiva.net/summer2005hit/dont-cha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Summer Anthem is Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer forecast: freaky and full of drama!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/2005summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's Your 2005 Summer Anthem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I knew I liked this song for a reason*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9CE7FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Gemini Drinking Style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#96FCB0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/alcohoroscopes/alcohol.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You can drink without changing their behavior much.&lt;br /&gt;You're so naturally chatty and short-attention-spanned that it's just hard to tell sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You amaze people by conversing with finesse and allusions, then doing something to belie an extremely advanced state of intoxication, like puking in your shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You possess the magic ability to flirt successfully (and uninfuriatingly, which is very tricky) with several people at once.&lt;br /&gt;You like to order different cocktails every round -- repetition is boring!&lt;br /&gt;You may create a drinking theme (like yellow drinks: beer, sauvignon blanc and limoncello) for your own amusement.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9CE7FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Signature Cocktails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEB1C3"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Easily bored Geminis need some stimulation in their drinks -- those with two parts, like a black and tan (or just a double), are particularly appealing. Otherwise, you'll drink all over the map, ordering frou-frou drinks to add to you collection of cocktail monkeys or going for whiskey rocks because you're feeling rather noir. Gemini rules the herb anise -- home-infused anise vodka is sure to win you over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9CE7FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Drinking Buddies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEFE8A"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Johnny Depp, Angelina Jolie, Kylie Minogue, the Olson Twins, Colin Farrell, Ice Cube, Natalie Portman, and Mr. T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/alcohoroscope/"&gt;What's Your Alcohoroscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hell ya! Angelina Jolie baby!!! Whee!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112127192649813710?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112127192649813710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112127192649813710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112127192649813710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112127192649813710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112122635932273116</id><published>2005-07-12T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:45:59.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Stolen From A Former Roommate</title><content type='html'>A is for Age - 23&lt;br /&gt;B is for Booze - Yes, please&lt;br /&gt;C is for Career - If I gotta&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dad's name - LeRoy&lt;br /&gt;E is for Essential Item to bring to a Party - Alcohol, period.&lt;br /&gt;F is for Favorite Songs at the Moment - Anything by Linkin Park and others&lt;br /&gt;G is for Goof off thing to do - PS2, Neopets, bouncing in bed&lt;br /&gt;H is for Hometown - San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;I is for Instrument you play - Saxophone and trying to do guitar, play it that is&lt;br /&gt;J is for Jam or Jelly you like - Strawberry, Mango&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kids - Ha!&lt;br /&gt;L is for Living arrangement - Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;M is for Mom's name - Linda&lt;br /&gt;N is for Names of best friends - Sanders, Super K&lt;br /&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays - Aug. 00 for one night, Sept. 04 for one night&lt;br /&gt;P is for Phobias - Falling&lt;br /&gt;Q is for Quote you like - "But why is the rum gone?"&lt;br /&gt;R is for Relationship that lasted longest - Sadly, Robert...3 yrs&lt;br /&gt;S is for Siblings - 1...Dave&lt;br /&gt;T is for Texas , Ever been? Gee, I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;U is for Unique trait - I can take any subject and turn it to sex LOL&lt;br /&gt;V if for Vegetable you love - Carrots&lt;br /&gt;W is for Worst traits - Lazy&lt;br /&gt;X - is for XRays you've had - Head, teeth, wrist, leg, ankle, toe, fingers&lt;br /&gt;Y is for Yummy food you make - Cupcakes and other food&lt;br /&gt;Z is for Zodiac sign - Gemini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112122635932273116?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112122635932273116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112122635932273116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112122635932273116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112122635932273116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-stolen-from-former-roommate.html' title='Another Stolen From A Former Roommate'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-112097371794777877</id><published>2005-07-10T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:35:17.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen From A Former Roommate</title><content type='html'>Have I ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house........&lt;em&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in your city.........&lt;em&gt;Probably, can't really remember. Do remember being confused about where I was though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a shooting star..........&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to any other countries besides Canada.......&lt;em&gt;Mexico.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a serious surgery........&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas.......&lt;em&gt;Sure, I'm not trying to impress anyone here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger...........&lt;em&gt;Not that I remember, but who knows? Alcohol good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a stranger.........&lt;em&gt;Probably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight........&lt;em&gt;Never had to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested..........&lt;em&gt;Not yet. Hoping to stay away from that one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose........&lt;em&gt;Yes and it burns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed all the buttons on an elevator........&lt;em&gt;Not that I can remember, but I might one of these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swore at your parents.........&lt;em&gt;At them or at their back??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a casino.........&lt;em&gt;Show me the money!! Hell, I was in Las Vegas when I turned 21.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been skydiving..........&lt;em&gt;No, I like the ground and not in a SPLAT! type of way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped...........&lt;em&gt;I have a hot tub, so yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school...........&lt;em&gt;I once skipped band for two weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a therapist.........&lt;em&gt;No, but the voices in my head say I don't need to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done the splits...........&lt;em&gt;When I was younger and when I slip in the shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour..........&lt;em&gt;Nope. Wouldn't even try. Now if it was chocolate milk I might.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitten someone............&lt;em&gt;Yes, and I liked it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Niagara Falls........&lt;em&gt;I don't even know where the hell that is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten the chicken pox........&lt;em&gt;Two weeks of hell. Grrrr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a member of the same sex.......&lt;em&gt;Yes. Unfortunely it wasn't Angelina Jolie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed into a friend's car..........&lt;em&gt;No crashes for me. So far. Knock on wood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Japan.........&lt;em&gt;Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridden in a taxi............&lt;em&gt;Yuppers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped...........&lt;em&gt;Yes. Stupid men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted............&lt;em&gt;Yes. It was pretty dull.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired.............&lt;em&gt;Just once. The rest of the time I quit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.........&lt;em&gt;Who hasn't? Stupid men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a blind date.............&lt;em&gt;I'm not sure if it was a date really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to a friend............&lt;em&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on a teacher............&lt;em&gt;Oh ya, he was HOT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Mardi-Gras in New Orleans...........&lt;em&gt;Celebrated while in NO, but not during Mardi Gras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a co-worker............&lt;em&gt;Not to my knowledge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been married...........&lt;em&gt;Just engaged...twice...meh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had children.............&lt;em&gt;I'm only 23!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die............&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a close friend die.............&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Africa............&lt;em&gt;It's too hot in TX, you want me to go to Africa?? I don't think so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven over 400 miles in one day..........&lt;em&gt;Yes, apparently I didn't have anything better to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to US............&lt;em&gt;I live here. So gee...what would be the answer??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Mexico..........&lt;em&gt;I took a cruise to Mexico. Kinda silly when I live only a few short hours away from it, 4 I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to India.............&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane............&lt;em&gt;Yes and I'm still not liking it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.........&lt;em&gt;Let's do the Time Warp Dance!!! It's just a jump to the left, and then a step to the right. Put your hands on your hips, and bring your knees in tight.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a bar..........&lt;em&gt;Nope. I can hold my liquor. Except if it's most of a bottle of Amaretto. Meh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely set a part of myself on fire........&lt;em&gt;No, but others are a possibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi..........&lt;em&gt;Blah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been skiing/snowboarding.............&lt;em&gt;I live in sout Texas...what snow??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met someone in person from the internet........&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost a child.............&lt;em&gt;I haven't had any...so how could I lose one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to college/university.........&lt;em&gt;And I'll be here for the rest of my life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduated college/university..........&lt;em&gt;Not yet. Damn school. Let me go!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fired a gun.................&lt;em&gt;Not yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely hurt yourself...........&lt;em&gt;And I would do that why??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken painkillers...............&lt;em&gt;You try having surgery and NOT taking painkillers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been intimate with someone of the same gender.............&lt;em&gt;Unfortunely Angelina Jolie doesn't know where I live. Damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-112097371794777877?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/112097371794777877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=112097371794777877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112097371794777877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/112097371794777877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/07/stolen-from-former-roommate.html' title='Stolen From A Former Roommate'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-111959640850747523</id><published>2005-06-24T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:02:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Go Spurs, Go Spurs, Go, Go, Go Spurs!!!&lt;/strong&gt; NBA Champions for the 3rd time w/in 7 yrs. Oh yeah, we're that good. Still think Ginobili should have gotten MVP, but that's just me cuz I like him better then Duncan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you own a cat, teach them when they're very young that plants are the enemy and to never touch them. Cuz mine apparently never got that memo. She keeps attacking Mom's roses that she got and it just annoys me like crazy. Last night I went to pull her off the cabinet and w/out realizing she was dragging her feet, we knocked off one of Dad's pottery pieces. One of Dad's first pottery pieces that he kept. Oh yah, it's nice and broke now. Anyone have any ideas of what some really, really awesome glue is that will glue anything and keep it glued for a very, very, very long time??? Sanders, can I come hide out Sunday when M&amp;amp;D come home?? And then tonight Smalls knocked off a mirror that I use all the time and completely shattered it. I think these roses are gonna have to go soon cuz this is driving me nuts and I'm tired of cleaning up broken items. Still not entirely positive I got all the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these off the Spurs Website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/wp0405_river2_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/wp0405_river2_1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/wpog_rd4gm7c_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/wpog_rd4gm7c_1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/wp0405_fists_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/wp0405_fists_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-111959640850747523?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/111959640850747523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=111959640850747523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/111959640850747523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/111959640850747523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-yeah-baby.html' title='Oh Yeah Baby!!!'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-111945344500024517</id><published>2005-06-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T16:51:40.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww Cuteness</title><content type='html'>I finally got my gift from Boo yesterday. Whee! He sent me this teeny tiny Rose Bush and this adorable lil bear. He was all afraid I wasn't going to like it. I mean, come on, a girl who doesn't like getting flowers on her b-day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;D are off again. Back to Dallas they go. I think they come home on Sunday...hmm... At least I'll enjoy the peace and quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...stupid Spurs. Were supposed to win in Game 6, but No! Just had to make it difficult on themselves and go to Game 7. Sigh. They better get their act together. I would like to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/06_21_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/06_21_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/1600/06_21_01.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8084/1202/320/06_21_01.JPEG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-111945344500024517?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/111945344500024517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=111945344500024517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/111945344500024517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/111945344500024517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/06/awww-cuteness.html' title='Awww Cuteness'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-111914359949911727</id><published>2005-06-18T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T18:13:19.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMM...Cake</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday. Man I'm old. 23. Sheesh. A pretty calm day. Went out to eat w/ my family to Olive Garden. MMM Sour Apple Martini.....*drool* Came home and opened presents. Got a charm from James Avery and a hair band w/ a butterfly on it from James Avery as well. Also got a bookmark w/ a monkey on it. It's really cute. Still enjoying my early present of my wireless keyboard and mouse. Good stuff. LOL. Plus Dad got me and him tickets for the Anger Management Tour so I can't complain at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;D were in Houston this week. I swear they need a calendar so I know where they're at these days. Too confused and too tired to remember anymore. Anyway, they were there to do Mom's HEB thing since she was a finalist. Did her interview at 7:30 AM Wednesday and Thursday night they announced who won. Mom won the HEB thing for Principal. She was soo certain she wouldn't get it, but she totally deserves that award. She got $10,000 for herself and then $25,000 for her school. I think one other teacher from SA got it and then so did the school district M&amp;amp;D teach in. So it was totally cool. Very proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate school. I want to grab my teacher by the collar and be like, "IT'S COMMUNITY COLLEGE U MORON!" Don't even have time to work on my other class. It's insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13606147-111914359949911727?l=lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/feeds/111914359949911727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13606147&amp;postID=111914359949911727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/111914359949911727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13606147/posts/default/111914359949911727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpgirlinsa82.blogspot.com/2005/06/mmmcake.html' title='MMM...Cake'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885562786209659282</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-13606147.post-111856018589755063</id><published>2005-06-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:09:45.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok ok, I did it</title><content type='html'>Finally gave in. I made a blog so Sanders can stop bugging me about it. I don't know why she wants me to do this considering how boring I am. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished my paper for Humanities. Stupid teacher. Supposed to teach me something other then how to create new ways to give you multiple paper cuts for being a moron and assigning me 500 things to read and write. I mean seriously, would you want to read stuff from the Koran, Sermon on the Mount, Tao Te Ching, 4 Noble Truths, Hindu Gita, Gilgamesh, The Good Samaritan, Upanishads, Creation, First Sin, 10 Commandments, The Great Hymn to Aten, Egyptian Poetry, Rig Veda, and Julian of Norwich?? I think not. I mean, geez, it's only the second week here buster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go shopping today with Mom. Got 2 new shirts and some pants for workout. Almost bought a really, really cool pair of orange/white sport sandals but they were $50. So no sandals for me. :o( At least I got Carrabba's out of it. Ahhh...Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-day coming up soon. 23. Ugh. 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