<?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-34433880</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:01:30.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>Cause it's just a memory, I can't love completely, when you're really with me, I'm indifferent. But I try to get my head clear, it's too full of ideas that I haven't thought of yet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-2885727880888847952</id><published>2008-12-28T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:34:51.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SVhTTdfy_sI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UDAT3GmK5mI/s1600-h/ornament.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SVhTTdfy_sI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UDAT3GmK5mI/s400/ornament.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285065756519890626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-2885727880888847952?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/2885727880888847952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=2885727880888847952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2885727880888847952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2885727880888847952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='happy holidays'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SVhTTdfy_sI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UDAT3GmK5mI/s72-c/ornament.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6211758239498653784</id><published>2008-12-10T15:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:46:21.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on god's white earth</title><content type='html'>During my half a mile crunchy walk to class in the rain/snow mix this morning I attempted to appreciate the great things I have the potential to half way love about winter. But why the hell did I move to practically Greenland from tropical climate? Perhaps I'm being over dramatic (which I am, because Arkansas only wishes it was awesome enough to have a tropical climate and I only wish it was awesome enough to offer palm trees and hammocks on the beach), but it is really cold out here in Western New York. After my glasses became de-fogged after walking into a heated building and I made it to class almost on time. Everyone was crammed on one side of the classroom, closest to the interior wall. The whole right side of the room was flooded. Judging by the water-stained flooring underneath, it was probably sitting there all night. How does this happen on a second story when the building has four stories, a basement, and two auditoriums? The show must go on and therefore so did class as well as a delicious moldy smell. My plan for the entire afternoon running into late evening is to snuggle up in my flannel sheets and slipper socks with a huge mug of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows and my laptop and write my 7-pager from start to finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6211758239498653784?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6211758239498653784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6211758239498653784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6211758239498653784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6211758239498653784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-gods-white-earth.html' title='on god&apos;s white earth'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-3896043410885315994</id><published>2008-11-30T19:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:11:23.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a super-hero post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life is now significantly closer to complete. And you should be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2piPCdYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3yFMdqvode4/s1600-h/spidey+sweatshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2piPCdYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3yFMdqvode4/s400/spidey+sweatshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274619675773400450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spidey hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2pCUPLkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DuAXB_1c-nc/s1600-h/HPIM1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2pCUPLkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DuAXB_1c-nc/s400/HPIM1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274619667205271106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spidey ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2owBpMAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E0S9KWYi7nY/s1600-h/HPIM1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2owBpMAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E0S9KWYi7nY/s400/HPIM1384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274619662295445506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUST PLAIN ME WITH SPIDEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2oaYFdXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wYhRfWAbu7k/s1600-h/HPIM1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2oaYFdXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wYhRfWAbu7k/s400/HPIM1387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274619656483992946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation was wonderful.  Wish it wasn't over.  My favorite ride was The Mummy.  My favorite section was The Lost Continent.  I'll especially be looking forward to going back to Islands of Adventure for Harry Potter island in 2010.  We went swimming just about every night even though it did get pretty cold at night.  The pools were heated so that was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-3896043410885315994?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/3896043410885315994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=3896043410885315994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3896043410885315994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3896043410885315994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-hero-post.html' title='a super-hero post'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/STM2piPCdYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3yFMdqvode4/s72-c/spidey+sweatshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-8739243565311708964</id><published>2008-11-11T12:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:27:27.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another countdown</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving break is the main force driving me to finish homework and many other mandatory inconveniences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average highs in Western NY Thanksgiving week:  mid 40s.&lt;br /&gt;Average highs in Orlando FL Thanksgiving week:  high 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;Roller Coasters.&lt;br /&gt;Universal.&lt;br /&gt;Disney.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Premiere.&lt;br /&gt;Food.&lt;br /&gt;Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming Pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I feel like a high schooler waiting for summer vacation. Except summer vacation is only a week long. And in November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-8739243565311708964?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/8739243565311708964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=8739243565311708964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8739243565311708964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8739243565311708964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-break-is-main-force.html' title='Another countdown'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-2577641661072257933</id><published>2008-11-04T12:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:06:13.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuit incident?</title><content type='html'>Halloween was one of the greatest sober days I've had.&lt;br /&gt;At the party we went to, one in our group gave all the hosts' toothbrushes swirlies.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know how a t-rex would feel trying to eat a hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SRCFbHITBmI/AAAAAAAAALI/WB8BN6nVWzM/s1600-h/n44206034_32077930_6572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SRCFbHITBmI/AAAAAAAAALI/WB8BN6nVWzM/s320/n44206034_32077930_6572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264854665212921442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our house for next school year yesterday!  We are signing our lease Thursday night!  It is fully furnished and the only thing rent doesn't include is cable and internet.  Because I won't be there fall semester me and Suz are switching out because she is doing Study Abroad in Vietnam during Spring '10.  So everything is working out perfect so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SRCJfhA1jgI/AAAAAAAAALY/yfSgDJkTYM0/s1600-h/the+outside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SRCJfhA1jgI/AAAAAAAAALY/yfSgDJkTYM0/s320/the+outside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264859138926939650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-2577641661072257933?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/2577641661072257933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=2577641661072257933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2577641661072257933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2577641661072257933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-was-one-of-greatest-sober.html' title='Biscuit incident?'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SRCFbHITBmI/AAAAAAAAALI/WB8BN6nVWzM/s72-c/n44206034_32077930_6572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-9039304750120467499</id><published>2008-10-30T17:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:33:07.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween is so close that I can smell it.  It smells like pumpkin guts and roasted pumpkin seeds.  It smells like frozen leaves and snow.  Also spray paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQomn5Jm2bI/AAAAAAAAALA/xbnFI7nBe54/s1600-h/noname%282%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQomn5Jm2bI/AAAAAAAAALA/xbnFI7nBe54/s400/noname%282%29" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263061581333715378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQomnqofyvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ko4Q6jJBui0/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQomnqofyvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ko4Q6jJBui0/s400/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263061577436744434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Corpse Bride and Jack I can't claim credit for. They are Caitlin's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Jake is my pumpkin. And my man. And he's fictional. I'm pathetic. I know. Sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-9039304750120467499?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/9039304750120467499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=9039304750120467499&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/9039304750120467499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/9039304750120467499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-is-so-close-that-i-can-smell.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQomn5Jm2bI/AAAAAAAAALA/xbnFI7nBe54/s72-c/noname%282%29' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4999543272098744137</id><published>2008-10-26T22:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:53:36.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mini Photo Splurge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUrPFAualI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Zf3Cpsdz59U/s1600-h/HPIM0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUrPFAualI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Zf3Cpsdz59U/s400/HPIM0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261659277695543890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why question it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUrPSVoqzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0xxrVooLkSg/s1600-h/n44206034_32064303_9958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUrPSVoqzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0xxrVooLkSg/s400/n44206034_32064303_9958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261659281272908594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh my god! This pumpkin had an abortion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqsQbNBjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zVr7k7d9mDw/s1600-h/HPIM0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqsQbNBjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zVr7k7d9mDw/s400/HPIM0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658679463970354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An aspired Prince Charming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqsFpluuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/e1x-Sc7FGAE/s1600-h/HPIM0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqsFpluuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/e1x-Sc7FGAE/s400/HPIM0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658676571519714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that, kids, is how you gut a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqr-JMu5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I5ncW-Vixbc/s1600-h/HPIM0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqr-JMu5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I5ncW-Vixbc/s400/HPIM0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658674556615570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous Rochester garbage plates.  Absolutely magical, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqq2-jP1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/808BgJiPvGs/s1600-h/HPIM0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqq2-jP1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/808BgJiPvGs/s400/HPIM0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658655453036370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqqp6tdrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Wi2v9aGPUYI/s1600-h/HPIM0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUqqp6tdrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Wi2v9aGPUYI/s400/HPIM0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658651947267762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Twas a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4999543272098744137?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4999543272098744137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4999543272098744137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4999543272098744137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4999543272098744137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-splurge.html' title='A Mini Photo Splurge'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SQUrPFAualI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Zf3Cpsdz59U/s72-c/HPIM0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6486789713120815872</id><published>2008-10-15T20:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:31:07.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we are pathetic, we live in a fictional world, and we are PROUD of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="9"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxjNDE2fMjI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i just wanted to say, i've watched the twilight trailer many times now and not once is jacob in it and that kind of makes me disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="11"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he isnt THAT big of a part of the first book erin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="12"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ummmm janine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="13"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he basically points out that to bella that they are vampires!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="14"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="15"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;she would have never guessed that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="16"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hes gonna be in the movie for like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="17"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5 minute tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="19"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;stoppit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;not enough for the freaking trailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="20"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;stop saying that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="21"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;just wait for new moon, edward wont be in that trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="22"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yeah right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="24"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i could only be so lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="25"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;youre making me angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="26"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;poop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="27"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no you are making me angryu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="28"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i can't even type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="29"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J9&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;youre being dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="30"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="31"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="32"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the movie isnt ABOUT HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="33"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you freaking jacob lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="34"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;youre lucky hes even IN IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="35"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="36"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dumby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="37"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="38"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no no i'm okay you're right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="39"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he's just gonna be a little kid in this one anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="40"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hell yeah im right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="41"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="42"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he will be in the movie for like 15 minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="43"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="44"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he better be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="47"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;or i'm holding the world responsible and every bit of it will hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="45"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jacob fans will be disappointed for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="46"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i can see it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="48"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jacob lovers saying "where was jacob! he was hardly in it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="49"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but they dont understand, hes hardly in the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="50"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;omg chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="51"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="52"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="53"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;im just playinngggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="54"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you're so sassy tonight i don't like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="55"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="56"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="57"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;im serious about twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="59"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you dont mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="60"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="61"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i'm just sayin my opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="62"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and i am just saying mine back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="63"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and my opinion is i want more jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="64"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and mine is i want more EMMETT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="65"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;NAKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="66"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="67"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he's hardly gonna be in it and doesn't even have an important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="69"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he wants to kill bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="73"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but thats not this book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="74"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="75"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;oh oh yeah, i didn't read it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="76"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;emmett suggests killing bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="77"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i'm keeping my hopes up that she is actually gonna release it eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="78"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yes me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="79"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but i couldnt help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="80"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i just read a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="81"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;bella totally kills emmett at arm wrestling though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="82"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="83"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but hes still sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="84"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a sexy wimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="85"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he and rose knock down houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="86"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and all bella and edward do is tear up the headboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="87"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and edward eats pillows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="88"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;edward's a wimp too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="89"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;vampires are wimps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="90"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;youre dumb erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="91"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;wolves are hairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="93"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;only when they're wolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="94"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jenn just yelled at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="95"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="96"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;because i was reading what you say to me out loud to cait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="97"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hahaha she pissed me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="98"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you're ruining it for people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="99"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;EXCUSE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="101"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ALL I RUINED WAS THEM HAVING SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="103"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="104"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;AND SHE ALREADY KNEW THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="105"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BECAUSE SOMEBODY ALREADY TOLD HER THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="106"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BECAUSE SHE ALREADY ASKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="107"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yea cuz i already told her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="108"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SO GET OFF MY CASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="109"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="110"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="111"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="112"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the point of the matter remains though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="113"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="114"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;puppies are better than blood suckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="115"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that you want jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="116"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and i want emmett naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="117"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;full nudity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="118"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i totally wouldn't mind hooking up with a vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="119"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but they're still heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="120"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hot, but heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="121"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="122"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;why do you even like the books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="123"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;youre against everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="124"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="125"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no i'm not i just like giving you a hard time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="126"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lol sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="127"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;THATS NOT FAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="128"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you better not play this crap on me when we go see the movie in florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="129"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lol don't worry i won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="130"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jlyanglohsix&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i think i'll have most of this out of system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="131"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;J9&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Souvenir Lt BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6486789713120815872?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6486789713120815872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6486789713120815872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6486789713120815872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6486789713120815872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-we-are-pathetic-we-live-in.html' title='Yes, we are pathetic, we live in a fictional world, and we are PROUD of it.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-1434455308956990880</id><published>2008-10-10T22:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:42:54.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been more &lt;a href="http://www.observertoday.com/page/content.detail/id/511389.html?nav=5047"&gt;proud&lt;/a&gt; of my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SPAR1wFvfrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zpwg964Ip70/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SPAR1wFvfrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zpwg964Ip70/s400/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255720380281093810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-1434455308956990880?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/1434455308956990880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=1434455308956990880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1434455308956990880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1434455308956990880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/10/spread-love.html' title='Spread the love...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SPAR1wFvfrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zpwg964Ip70/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-2946162628934793919</id><published>2008-10-09T23:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:26:14.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I found an old friend...</title><content type='html'>I finally got my refund check from school.  I got a new laptop.  I filled my gas tank for $2.85 per gallon of gas.  There are now curtains instead of sheeps up in my apartment!  It's much more homey.  I had no class today and that tradition continues for tomorrow.  The weekend temperature is expected to be amongst the low-mid 70s.  And also it's The Office day.  It always leaves me smiling and satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw out there that Thursday by far is my favorite day of the week and keeps me going through the week.  I had a solo Office Party tonight consisting of the first fast food meal I've had in a couple months and strawberry cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent over 5 straight hours just playing on my computer yesterday, and that's not counting the hour it took me to figure out the wireless router business. Or the half an hour it took for me to find the modem buried in my roommate's amazingly messy room.  Of course I couldn't update my blog during that time, I was busy catching up on tv shows and queuing up netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not be very interested in television or many movies.  I think I almost remember what that felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very ramblesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that's a word.  Mr. Mozilla doesn't think so either.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-2946162628934793919?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/2946162628934793919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=2946162628934793919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2946162628934793919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2946162628934793919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/10/wikka-wikka-whaat.html' title='Today I found an old friend...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4475383261424862738</id><published>2008-10-01T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:46:19.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I desperately need a new umbrella.  When I say "new" I am referring to it in a way that I don't already have an umbrella that happens to be "old."  I am frigid and drenched and unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4475383261424862738?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4475383261424862738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4475383261424862738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4475383261424862738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4475383261424862738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-desperately-need-new-umbrella.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-8493355926723865047</id><published>2008-09-17T11:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:39:59.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pumped yo!</title><content type='html'>So there are many exciting things happening very very soon that I feel like I need to share with the world because of how ecstatic I feel thinking about them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  The Office Season 5 premier next Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/event.php?eid=23385627289"&gt;Post-Secret event&lt;/a&gt; in October at University of Buffalo, conveniently during Fredonia's fall break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Universal Studios with Cait and Janine for Thanksgiving week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start taking more pictures, I used to upload them pretty frequently.  Hopefully interesting things will happen this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-8493355926723865047?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/8493355926723865047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=8493355926723865047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8493355926723865047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8493355926723865047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/09/pumped-yo.html' title='pumped yo!'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-7516822699724911459</id><published>2008-09-09T21:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:02:48.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halpert.</title><content type='html'>In Drama and Film class, we have had plays and movies assigned all of them including the themes of love, marriage, and security.  Normally I don't exactly enjoy the chick flicks and such (except guilty pleasure nights and there are only a few exceptions), but this old bald guy's discussions are kind of getting to me.  And I like the overwhelming feeling because I can't control it and it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;em&gt;Splendor in the Grass&lt;/em&gt; tonight.  I don't know why, I wanted to cry.  It gave no hope for a ruined relationship.  I wanted the happy ending.  It's what is going to happen to my life, just settling for the second best because my first choice married the fucking buck-toothed pizza waitress.  Or the whore dancing flapper.  I couldn't tell which one it was but it doesn't matter.  I will become the second choice to that.  I feel like I already have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just finished the third season of The Office the other day.  I've already seen it all, but again, it gives me feeling.  All summer I've been ignoring all feeling and it's just wonderful to be okay.  Or at least feel like I'm about to start being okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometime soon I'll begin to start making sense to even myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-7516822699724911459?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/7516822699724911459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=7516822699724911459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/7516822699724911459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/7516822699724911459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-halpert.html' title='My Halpert.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5327633315801601218</id><published>2008-08-27T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:39:11.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On charge. (lightning bolt!)</title><content type='html'>School feels amazing. Normal. Comfortable? What is the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old suitemates haven't changed, neither has the way I act around them. We got together the other night on a slight adventure full of caffeine. I regret getting an apartment at this point, I won't be as close-knit with them as before. My roommate (Melissa) is quiet. Compared to her I am very extroverted. And I'm not an extrovert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SLf76BOVv3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/mQMoxI_TM1Y/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SLf76BOVv3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/mQMoxI_TM1Y/s400/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239933665648426866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have 15 books. I can't get over it, although it should be completely understandable being an English major. But. 15. Chem is already a goner though, it's very gone. And never coming back. Nor is the 200 dollar coinciding book. That one's a goner too. Stupid book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps, where is katie?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5327633315801601218?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5327633315801601218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5327633315801601218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5327633315801601218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5327633315801601218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-charge-lightning-bolt.html' title='On charge. (lightning bolt!)'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SLf76BOVv3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/mQMoxI_TM1Y/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5305825363924448422</id><published>2008-08-01T15:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:53:42.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading is becoming my health hazard</title><content type='html'>Counting Crows is coming up and I still don't have anyone to go with.&lt;br /&gt;It just happens to fall 2 days after my last hope leaves me in a forever goneness state.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very overdramatic right now.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to drop one class.  18 credits is a little over for my first semester back.  15 should be alright.  Which should take the cut... Epic and Romance... World Poetry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry stresses me out.  Romance does as well.  I might be up for the Epic portion though.  It includes well trimmed servings of Homer in this particular course, who was the subject of a many 9th grade nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5305825363924448422?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5305825363924448422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5305825363924448422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5305825363924448422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5305825363924448422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/08/reading-is-becoming-my-health-hazard.html' title='Reading is becoming my health hazard'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-435260769724646962</id><published>2008-07-23T17:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:18:48.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SIemxQTyJLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7iyrjPQ9-S8/s1600-h/water+spouts+2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SIemhSMfDXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dTWixgodjTI/s1600-h/water+spouts"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226328983336848754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SIemhSMfDXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dTWixgodjTI/s400/water+spouts" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a very interesting day at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-435260769724646962?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/435260769724646962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=435260769724646962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/435260769724646962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/435260769724646962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/07/cool-stuff.html' title='Cool stuff'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SIemhSMfDXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dTWixgodjTI/s72-c/water+spouts' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5155569437067425847</id><published>2008-07-21T18:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:00:42.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SIUUWkvMqSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RPyKLTvvN3A/s1600-h/lights"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225605320684644642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SIUUWkvMqSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RPyKLTvvN3A/s400/lights" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Society does not recommend naming your future son Birger.  Nor your future daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5155569437067425847?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5155569437067425847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5155569437067425847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5155569437067425847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5155569437067425847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/07/society-does-not-recommend-naming-your.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SIUUWkvMqSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RPyKLTvvN3A/s72-c/lights' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-1341223979026949289</id><published>2008-07-14T16:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:06:01.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually physically as in not dreaming got to talk on the phone to Athena.  I was so happy right up until she heard my voice and broke down.  It almost took me more time to calm her down than I spent talking to her.  The lonely factor is catching up big time and I just felt so helpless I didn't know what to say to make her feel any better.  Apparently it's taking a very long time for her letters to go through to her, which doesn't help her case.  I almost broke down right along with her.  I'm very selfish.  I was standing in the middle of a theme park in Canada feeling lonely enough for myself, feeling lonely because I can't talk to her.  Because I can't vent my own comparatively petty problems to anyone but myself because she's gone.  Yet there she is not able to talk to anyone dealing with obstacle courses and gas chambers.  And the only thing I can do to make her feel better is my best attempt at a few soothing words.  Just feel so helpless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-1341223979026949289?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/1341223979026949289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=1341223979026949289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1341223979026949289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1341223979026949289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-actually-physically-as-in-not.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5419047112034404534</id><published>2008-07-05T10:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:18:28.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sweet irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SG-CMncS4sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZPeF6WceRjU/s1600-h/boat+dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SG-CMncS4sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZPeF6WceRjU/s400/boat+dock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219533646403396290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday:  July 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bald eagle for the first time.  It shit on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5419047112034404534?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5419047112034404534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5419047112034404534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5419047112034404534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5419047112034404534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-sweet-irony.html' title='Oh sweet irony'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SG-CMncS4sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZPeF6WceRjU/s72-c/boat+dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-1143232848109780678</id><published>2008-07-01T22:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:16:10.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in sync with nature</title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;a href="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/08/07/01/"&gt;daily dose of imagery&lt;/a&gt; is pretty cool.  I need another science elective, I should take meteorology or weather and climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a fairly long walk tonight, until it was almost fully dark.  The bushes were entirely full of lightning bugs.  It looked like all the trees and such were plastered with glitter.  Absolutely beautiful.  It felt inspiring in a strange way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird how little things can have even the slightest impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-1143232848109780678?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/1143232848109780678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=1143232848109780678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1143232848109780678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1143232848109780678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-sync-with-nature.html' title='in sync with nature'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6884145455699080288</id><published>2008-06-29T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:07:29.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;What I think hurts the most is thinking that you don't care, that it meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;A mockery.&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself it wasn't real.&lt;br /&gt;And then it hurts worse.&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6884145455699080288?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6884145455699080288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6884145455699080288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6884145455699080288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6884145455699080288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-think-hurts-most-is-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-1025951862020248835</id><published>2008-06-25T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:53:35.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got really bored the other day with my sister so we went with one of our most irresponsible suggestions and blew a lot of money on Six Flags.  It was alright, but it's always more fun when there is a larger group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally heard from Athena, who is at BASIC training presently.  It's only been about a week.  She's doing great and has only gotten yelled at once.  Her arms are sore (which is quite the feat, she never complains) and she's learned it is perfectly fine for her food to touch one another.  She gave a few hushed complaints about the massive rear shot but it seemed like a sore subject.  They get up at 5 every morning which is personally like the middle of the night for me.  It just felt pretty great to hear from her, great isn't a feeling I've had for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-1025951862020248835?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/1025951862020248835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=1025951862020248835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1025951862020248835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1025951862020248835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/06/got-really-bored-other-day-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4345722878627957214</id><published>2008-06-19T13:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:03:04.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been keeping almost every single day as jam packed as I can.  Keeping a blog doesn't seem worth it at all, with exception to times when I need to vent some pointless complaining in order to keep my own sanity and see it in writing so it seems a lot less of a big deal as it is in my head. Run on sentences are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confident isn't speaking to me.  And neither is the other one, but for less petty reasons.  The only correspondence I have possesion of with my closest friend is via snail mail until December.  Lauren's leaving at the end of July to move in with her verbally abusive nearly unresponsive ass wipe of an ex-boyfriend and I'm completely helpless in stopping her. I'm working 2 jobs and still expect myself to entertain and take care of my mother's love children which will become impossible once Lauren actually does decide to take off.  Gas is too expensive, both my jobs are in two different towns outside of the one I live in but that's not near a new argument. No matter how hard I try to not have a minute to myself with my own thoughts outside of stupid writing entries in a pointless notebook I can never sleep because that's when my mind goes at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days definitely need less hours involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4345722878627957214?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4345722878627957214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4345722878627957214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4345722878627957214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4345722878627957214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-keeping-almost-every-single.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4206069571462223670</id><published>2008-06-07T12:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:53:32.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to forget, but those very memories are linked to my sanity</title><content type='html'>The wise choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I officially turned down a full scholarship to University of Central Arkansas. Going back to the slightly dusted chapter of Fredonia. Along with the loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I'm seriously considering joining the National Guard before I'm done with college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4206069571462223670?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4206069571462223670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4206069571462223670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4206069571462223670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4206069571462223670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/06/id-like-to-forget-but-those-very.html' title='I&apos;d like to forget, but those very memories are linked to my sanity'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-1468004349787381890</id><published>2008-06-01T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:27:05.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flake</title><content type='html'>It feels magical to fall out of the rut of a repetitious daily schedule.  At least for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-1468004349787381890?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/1468004349787381890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=1468004349787381890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1468004349787381890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1468004349787381890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/06/flake.html' title='flake'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6088496840645639189</id><published>2008-05-19T12:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:53:16.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la ti da</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SDGu3JJtnmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6BCD_u-Kbko/s1600-h/hpim0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SDGu3JJtnmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6BCD_u-Kbko/s320/hpim0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202131306962329186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister's graduation went well. Was slightly on the boring perspective.  We sat under one of the lights which rained bugs on us which held over enough amusement for me to tide over til all the picture taking process on the field with all the family. It took a good 10 minutes to find them in the sea of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SDGs1pJtnkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Qt7uwWsEbXE/s1600-h/hpim0492-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SDGs1pJtnkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Qt7uwWsEbXE/s320/hpim0492-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202129082169269826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas is pretty spicy. Went for a hike the other day with Seth and little sister Shawnee.  Sunburn is nearly gone, so is the muscular burn, and so are the blisters. Suppose it was productive though. Because now I have close to a tan and am closer to being in shape. The blisters fit in no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin to Riverfest this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6088496840645639189?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6088496840645639189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6088496840645639189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6088496840645639189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6088496840645639189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sisters-graduation-went-well.html' title='la ti da'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SDGu3JJtnmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6BCD_u-Kbko/s72-c/hpim0490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6164197863238822391</id><published>2008-05-07T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:08:04.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of minor pointless complaining</title><content type='html'>A matter of a few days left of school, I'm even taking finals ahead of time in order to leave a day early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer finally gave out, time for a new one... so much to save up for over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire alarm is now automatically given to go off at least twice a week, typically Thurs or Fri and more often than not both times in the same night (2:30am-ish then 1-3 hrs later).  It's a well practiced sport now, either sit in the car til firemen finish their thing or sludge over to the other building and invade a friend's personal space til morning.  I'm gonna miss all the bonding these wonderous melodic flashing whizzels have forced upon the residents of my dorm building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also looking forward the next long drive.  Home, home again.  Such lovely gas prices for a 1000 mile trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin life right now man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6164197863238822391?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6164197863238822391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6164197863238822391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6164197863238822391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6164197863238822391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-of-minor-pointless-complaining.html' title='the art of minor pointless complaining'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4515255000821842916</id><published>2008-04-20T08:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:04:26.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This disgusts me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SAs3SxuO39I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gtDOXZUOCyE/s1600-h/downright+disturbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SAs3SxuO39I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gtDOXZUOCyE/s320/downright+disturbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191303791199051730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 2007, the 'artist' Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery and began starving him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For several days, the 'artist' and the visitors of the exhibition watched, emotionless, the shameful 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, until eventually he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of Central America decided that the 'installation' WAS actually art, so Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the Biennial of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 links to a couple of petitions to stop him from repeating what he did last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.petitiononline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;com/ea6gk/petition.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.petitiononline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;com/13031953/petition.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew the dog died on the following day from lack of food. During the inauguration, I knew that the dog was persecuted in the evening between the houses of aluminum and cardboard in a district of Managua. 5 children who helped to capture the dog received 10 bonds of córdobas for their assistance. The name of the dog was Natividad, and I let him die of hunger in the sight of everyone, as if the death of a poor dog was a shameless media show in which nobody does anything but to applaud or to watch disturbed. In the place that the dog was exposed remain a metal cable and a cord. The dog was extremely ill and did not want to eat, so in natural surroundings it would have died anyway; thus they are all poor stray dogs: sooner or later they die or are killed."  ~Guillermo Vargas Habacuc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's true, but one website I read said the title of this "piece" ("Eres lo que lees") was spelled out in dog food. Regardless, it's just sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the dog lived on the streets and had little access to food or water in the first place, but it is seriously completely inhumane of him to purposely strip him of any kind of nutrition and sit back and watch a helpless animal die chained up for the sake of a "political" piece of art while everyone stands around enjoying their complimentary punch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4515255000821842916?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4515255000821842916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4515255000821842916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4515255000821842916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4515255000821842916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-disgusts-me.html' title='This disgusts me'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/SAs3SxuO39I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gtDOXZUOCyE/s72-c/downright+disturbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5452469102177386102</id><published>2008-04-14T23:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:48:18.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coat Check</title><content type='html'>I had a full weekend of driving that already feels like it was ages ago.  I went Greyhound 11 hrs down to Buffalo to get my neeew car (in my best price-is-right voice).  It's a '97 Dodge Stratus.  Pretty decent gas mileage.  The driver's side door won't unlock.  So I've worked this strategy out today to keep myself from looking ridiculous because I have to walk around the car twice before I get in and go:  always keep something on hand that looks semi-important to dump in the passenger seat.  Other than that there's nothing else really that's wrong with it except there's not much of a clock and the cd player gets moody after a little while (not cool).  I love the smell of febreeze auto. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock in beginning elementary spanish.  It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5452469102177386102?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5452469102177386102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5452469102177386102&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5452469102177386102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5452469102177386102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/04/coat-check.html' title='Coat Check'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5647002607667001267</id><published>2008-03-29T11:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:06:59.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsequious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R-_7RRWmhQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kc_DUC2qac4/s1600-h/HPIM0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R-_7RRWmhQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kc_DUC2qac4/s320/HPIM0406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183637970261280002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break was relaxing. Sad it's over so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride went as well as expected, almost got stuck in Memphis for 5 hrs but seeing as it was only 2 and half hours from home, the parents came to the rescue.  While at one of the power strips charging mine and Lauren's phones, this older man in a wheel chair started screaming for security when I got close to him. Said I had stamped on his foot and had no respect for him, then apparently as I walked away from the crime I turned and gave him one of those "nasty looks" like I wasn't sorry.  After I apologized to him, letting him know I didn't realize what I had done, telling him whatever he wanted to hear so he'd stop screaming at me and creating a scene, the grown overweight man sitting in this wheelchair starts bursting into tears.  It took a lot out of me to resist laughing, not to mention the security guard as well.  Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R_AEaBWmhTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m2x4hh5--XA/s1600-h/HPIM0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R_AEaBWmhTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m2x4hh5--XA/s200/HPIM0455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183648016189785394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was a pleasant change.  It's still in the thirties here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a plane home. It was worth the extra 150.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5647002607667001267?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5647002607667001267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5647002607667001267&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5647002607667001267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5647002607667001267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/03/obsequious.html' title='Obsequious'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R-_7RRWmhQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kc_DUC2qac4/s72-c/HPIM0406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4164915639846711572</id><published>2008-02-28T23:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:36:23.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I forget the advantages early risers get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R9WolbOAzxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PiNZ8ozep58/s1600-h/HPIM0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R9WolbOAzxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PiNZ8ozep58/s320/HPIM0361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176228707647409938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spending spring break in Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the bleak snow, and to the paradise of above the scientific point of freezing.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I would feel more excited than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4164915639846711572?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4164915639846711572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4164915639846711572&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4164915639846711572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4164915639846711572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-i-forget-advantages-early.html' title='Sometimes I forget the advantages early risers get.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R9WolbOAzxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PiNZ8ozep58/s72-c/HPIM0361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4071844676956951638</id><published>2008-02-15T20:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:46:50.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't have a cork screw, it might be a better idea to go with the boxed wine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R7ZDKA6aUmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mqDkIL9EYd0/s1600-h/HPIM0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R7ZDKA6aUmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mqDkIL9EYd0/s320/HPIM0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167391461776970338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R7ZDKg6aUnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UsCgzCQ-5Eg/s1600-h/HPIM0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R7ZDKg6aUnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UsCgzCQ-5Eg/s320/HPIM0344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167391470366904946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R7ZDKw6aUoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PgON4ilrk48/s1600-h/HPIM0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R7ZDKw6aUoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PgON4ilrk48/s320/HPIM0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167391474661872258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several screws of different lengths (from electrical outlets, light switch, and the closet door handle), scissors, paper clips, and a can opener.  After a lesson on using your resources, half an hour later, finally a pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4071844676956951638?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4071844676956951638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4071844676956951638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4071844676956951638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4071844676956951638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-dont-have-cork-screw-it-might-be.html' title='If you don&apos;t have a cork screw, it might be a better idea to go with the boxed wine.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R7ZDKA6aUmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mqDkIL9EYd0/s72-c/HPIM0343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5149793694238879550</id><published>2008-02-03T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:15:18.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as i lie in pieces</title><content type='html'>I don't write anymore because I'm afraid of what I'll say.  I'm afraid of how much sense I'll make to myself.  And I'm afraid of telling people what I really think, and I'm afraid of them knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of becoming shallow if I haven't already, if I wasn't ever in the first place.  People can already see through me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything good that comes along, before it can run it's natural course and screw itself up, I take the initiative and do it myself.  Why not make things a little worse for myself, a little more misery can't make too much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel myself changing into something even I wouldn't give sympathy to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5149793694238879550?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5149793694238879550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5149793694238879550&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5149793694238879550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5149793694238879550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-i-lie-in-pieces.html' title='as i lie in pieces'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5854791345762438993</id><published>2008-02-01T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:22:05.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i am a hopeless case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I watched the season premiere of LOST last night.  I don't see how much further they can get with the story, it's getting to the point of overstretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R6N-rRk-77I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ED50uSAmEsg/s1600-h/HPIM0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R6N-rRk-77I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ED50uSAmEsg/s320/HPIM0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162108879814717362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started my work study job yesterday at the day care center on campus.  Woke up at 6:30 for the first time since the last time I actually went to church.  I was surprised at how awake and with it I was, it's been like that all week.  I think it's the feeling of actual motivation.  Maybe it'll wear off soon.  I'm kind of enjoying it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5854791345762438993?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5854791345762438993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5854791345762438993&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5854791345762438993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5854791345762438993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-i-am-hopeless-case.html' title='maybe i am a hopeless case'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R6N-rRk-77I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ED50uSAmEsg/s72-c/HPIM0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-702095141259724278</id><published>2007-12-10T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:52:17.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cordial</title><content type='html'>I feel like Thanksgiving break, no matter how far in the past it may be, should be acknowledged with at least this picture.  Seth and Asha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R13nBzW4sCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DawRR97MOBY/s1600-h/IMAG0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R13nBzW4sCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DawRR97MOBY/s320/IMAG0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142520367679057954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going home for Christmas.  Coming back to New York for New Years.  Going back home after about a week.  Then coming back to stick next semester out here at the end of January.  I've been having a really tough go at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final down... four to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-702095141259724278?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/702095141259724278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=702095141259724278&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/702095141259724278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/702095141259724278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/12/cordial.html' title='Cordial'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/R13nBzW4sCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DawRR97MOBY/s72-c/IMAG0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-78788403401805937</id><published>2007-11-20T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:08:54.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I'm probably just crazy...</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for a week and a half still going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas for Thanksgiving... driving.  My dad can make it in a good 17 hours, so I'm thinkin give me an extra hour or two on his time... although my foot's prolly about as heavy as his, most unfortunately I don't have as much sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year I went greyhound, so I can't complain too much, I'm a step up from the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-78788403401805937?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/78788403401805937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=78788403401805937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/78788403401805937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/78788403401805937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/11/yeah-im-probably-just-crazy.html' title='Yeah, I&apos;m probably just crazy...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-130685380256400358</id><published>2007-11-06T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:12:21.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Know/No</title><content type='html'>Well... long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a full week ahead of me. As I'm supposed to be playing racquetball right now, I could care less, I thought it might be a kind gesture to stop ignoring my hate letters and attempt a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Montreal on Saturday.  Just for sites and shows.  Hope it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most soothing feeling is finding that one person you turn to during a hard time... you don't have to say much and they already know the absolute perfect things to say that make complete sense.  It comes down to having people surrounding you that have the capability to understand how you feel and the manner in which you interpret, then in turn knowing the exact way to bend your interpretation to a new angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is my only friend, yet the worst foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-130685380256400358?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/130685380256400358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=130685380256400358&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/130685380256400358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/130685380256400358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-knowno.html' title='In the Know/No'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5339392470471717178</id><published>2007-10-03T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:23:29.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>three to the way</title><content type='html'>I've been all lonely-like for the past few days, all my newly made acquaintances have gone home for the long weekend.   Strange because normally I can find ways to entertain myself but it's almost like cow country all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a black spotted fish named Hitler.  He likes jumping up out of the water but has not managed to find a way to kill itself yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bored.  My fridge refuses to perform it's intended function.  All I have to drink is hot cocoa and popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/span&gt; on Friday for the first time. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that complete me of which I feel like I can't live without, that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; in a sense; my horcruxes.  I'm almost positive my body would go into complete meltdown mode without my phone.  I use public transportation, therefore horcrux number 2 is mp3 player.  If I had a car I'm sure that would apply as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5339392470471717178?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5339392470471717178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5339392470471717178&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5339392470471717178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5339392470471717178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/10/three-to-way.html' title='three to the way'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-8391137857642159027</id><published>2007-09-27T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:19:29.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Requested?</title><content type='html'>Warning?  Just telling you, I'm pretty sure you don't want to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I sweetly, not to mention very lady-like, vomited in that paper bag it smelled alarmingly similar to... a paper bag, but only in the personal aspect.  I'm going to spare to you the sensational taste only to keep myself from achieving a repeat of the situation.  Then, assuming I had control of myself after that, attempted to fulfill one of few of life's requirements and eat.  Managed to gulp almost an entire cup of water, one bite of pineapple, and look at my home fries before sharing my stomach with the floor of the booth me and Mike were sharing.  It was mostly clear, very thin and had little scent that I could distinguish.  It should be cleared away in a month or two from under the table.  I actually felt better after that time... because I know you care about that.  But I actually ate... and was revisited by the consumed later, on the top bunk into a plastic bag full of holes.  It was thick chunky puke in a shade of Indian yellowish.  I held the bag over my leg so it wouldn't get on the bed... another of my unachieved goals.  Smell?  It smelled like how those tall pretty colorful weeds feel when they're being shit on by a cow, then chewed up by that same cow and being shit out onto the ground.  I would use a quite similar comparison when elaborating to you the taste.  That's my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day today was fine.  Thank you for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth Pennington you're a fucking Asshole.  Passionately speaking, never less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-8391137857642159027?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/8391137857642159027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=8391137857642159027&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8391137857642159027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8391137857642159027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-requested.html' title='As Requested?'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-7804500193274342703</id><published>2007-09-26T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:37:06.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmh</title><content type='html'>I just spent an hour and a half in a room of about 30 guys all gawping at the big screen television with their mouths hanging open.  I don't think they went to class at all today.  Apparently Halo 3 is out?  I don't know, I don't care.  I was only there because I have no better way to waste my 3 hours between classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that problem is fixed.  Because I got a job.  At the um library.  They were desperate apparently... because I wouldn't have hired me... considering I apparently didn't understand call numbers and such (as made clear by the test of "library skills knowledge" as part of the application).  Crap it.  I'm a librarian.  Hilarious really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted, I could fry eggs on the bottom of my computer... or green tomatoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-7804500193274342703?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/7804500193274342703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=7804500193274342703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/7804500193274342703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/7804500193274342703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmmh.html' title='Hmmh'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-3869669716449914506</id><published>2007-09-17T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:22:18.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort, the Enemy of Success</title><content type='html'>I got conned into joining a team at school for this activity/game/whatever called The Amazing Race.  This guy from the Caribbean was on my team.  His name is Josh (as if it matters... cuz it doesn't really sound like an amazing cool name one would have if from the Caribbean).  But I could just listen to him talk all day because I like accents.  He sounds Jamaican.  Anyway we got first place and won some apples.  Because one of the sponsors of the deal was an orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watched Shrek 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with the fire alarms?  They have quite the negative fetish toward me.  Ruined the middle of the movie... forced into the cold with my girl boxers, flip-flops, and wet hair.  Someone's lampshade was smoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-3869669716449914506?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/3869669716449914506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=3869669716449914506&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3869669716449914506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3869669716449914506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/09/comfort-enemy-of-success.html' title='Comfort, the Enemy of Success'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-3866380706389267006</id><published>2007-08-28T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:30:56.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I could write a song a hundred miles long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RtOkvzUTjZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/P8xrKOBCsUs/s1600-h/On+the+farm+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103603943877086610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RtOkvzUTjZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/P8xrKOBCsUs/s400/On+the+farm+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally can't even be patient with myself. So I don't know why I expect everyone else to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-3866380706389267006?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/3866380706389267006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=3866380706389267006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3866380706389267006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3866380706389267006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-could-write-song-hundred-miles-long.html' title='I could write a song a hundred miles long'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RtOkvzUTjZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/P8xrKOBCsUs/s72-c/On+the+farm+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-9200861248270281401</id><published>2007-08-24T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:18:32.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>The ride out here was completely amazing towards the end.  It was fairly early in the morning with patches of fog everywhere, so looking over the view of the mountains it was just really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye cow country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello adirondacs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-9200861248270281401?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/9200861248270281401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=9200861248270281401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/9200861248270281401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/9200861248270281401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6052750571146299548</id><published>2007-07-31T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:40:07.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>View</title><content type='html'>In the past week and a half I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bought 2 Harry Potter 7 books&lt;br /&gt;~Was the backbone of winning 2 beer pong games and got tipsy by noon&lt;br /&gt;~Peed in a bush with complete strangers guarding each side of me&lt;br /&gt;~Was almost conned into crowd surfing&lt;br /&gt;~Got kicked in the face&lt;br /&gt;~Learned how to make meatballs, "Italy-ian" style&lt;br /&gt;~Temporarily re-united with school friends of whom I may never see again&lt;br /&gt;~Rode several roller coasters in the company of a plastic horse&lt;br /&gt;~Saw a circus show&lt;br /&gt;~Applied to a school 7 hours more north&lt;br /&gt;~Taught how to play poker (and won)&lt;br /&gt;~Became closer to the family by unfortunate turn&lt;br /&gt;~Am more lost than ever in thought and confusion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6052750571146299548?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6052750571146299548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6052750571146299548&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6052750571146299548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6052750571146299548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/07/view.html' title='View'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-3992177232740012188</id><published>2007-07-28T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:41:55.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where treasure is, there will be heart also.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092301544625410418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rqt9RlCSEXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0vBNLKiHqC8/s320/070717062830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Virginia Lee Gutekunst. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decision to take her off of life support was made last night.  I couldn't move from my foot wide, white tile behind and to the right of her bed as the nurse continued every step leading to the end.  I watched because I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing anyone else says to me is going to make me feel better. Nothing anyone else does for me will make me feel better. It's completely untrue though... we feed from not only our own experiences, but from the experiences we are told about through others, through the second hand feelings of what our close friends, and even distant ones, go through. Everyone needs help. We learn from them... then in turn find ways to overcome and become stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-3992177232740012188?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/3992177232740012188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=3992177232740012188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3992177232740012188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3992177232740012188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-treasure-is-there-will-be-heart.html' title='Where treasure is, there will be heart also.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rqt9RlCSEXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0vBNLKiHqC8/s72-c/070717062830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-8477942958363185184</id><published>2007-07-12T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:14:07.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was informed of the most startling news: my blog is boring. Well... maybe "startling" is not the exact word or trust I was intending to convince you of... but anywho. I have vouched to myself to attempt to care more about keeping up with the blogging. I wouldn't like to come off as a boring person, I would hate to reveal my complete true personality all in one swift sweep of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086405117593986178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RpaKgWnrJII/AAAAAAAAAE4/c2eT32neQX0/s320/P1190117.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In discussion via phone of &lt;a href="http://katielynn188.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie's&lt;/a&gt; latest post in combination with discussion of a "curious of same sex" male facebook stalker the end result consisted of epical manic mental images of me lounged nude with a penis atop the short bus. I was grudgingly convinced to write about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-8477942958363185184?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/8477942958363185184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=8477942958363185184&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8477942958363185184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8477942958363185184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/07/white-trash.html' title='White Trash'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RpaKgWnrJII/AAAAAAAAAE4/c2eT32neQX0/s72-c/P1190117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-8035426755279383808</id><published>2007-06-25T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:59:58.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderate</title><content type='html'>Gah.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my co-worker's cell phone in the pool.  I'm amazing at making new friends.  I set off the alarm while trying to clock out.  The whole building was empty.  No one was there to type in the effing code.  Left before the police decided they might like to show up.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not emo. I like Nemo."  At the mall Mike told me I look emo and Lauren got more offended than I did for the pure fact that I was borrowing one of her shirts.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Brain block of the writer.  My lips were numb.  I'm sunburned.  And cranky.  And tired.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;I hit a deer.  It ran off into the woods.  Ok.  Sorry deer.  You should not have decided to run out in front of me at that exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Couple days later I hit a racoon.  Poor thing.  It died.  My dad had a pet racoon once.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Next day a blackbird hit me.  That's right, it hit ME.  Came right out of the woods and made sweet contact with my antenEA.  It thought, 'Hey, ya know what?  Today I'm feeling suicidal.  So I'm gonna run smack into a blue mini van packed with carseats.  But if one doesn't come along then I'm a failure at life anyway.  No wait-----Here comes one!'  *insert yucky smacking noise here*  Dear blackbird, I'm glad to have made your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-8035426755279383808?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/8035426755279383808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=8035426755279383808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8035426755279383808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8035426755279383808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/06/moderate.html' title='Moderate'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-9077141895929681124</id><published>2007-06-17T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:02:33.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Goob!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RnXLFmmCU_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/HAUwLEloLb4/s1600-h/mike+carebears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077187452049970162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RnXLFmmCU_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/HAUwLEloLb4/s320/mike+carebears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RnXLF2mCVAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zx67q6Qve3k/s1600-h/mike+and+erin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077187456344937474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RnXLF2mCVAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zx67q6Qve3k/s320/mike+and+erin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope it was awesome amazing thrilling fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah and watch out for those grey hairs! I guess it's a little late for that though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-9077141895929681124?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/9077141895929681124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=9077141895929681124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/9077141895929681124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/9077141895929681124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-goob.html' title='Happy Birthday Goob!!!'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RnXLFmmCU_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/HAUwLEloLb4/s72-c/mike+carebears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-782472332573778714</id><published>2007-06-11T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:13:27.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Compose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rm4a8GmCU5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/I4kd_woNKqQ/s1600-h/canoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075023449957749650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rm4a8GmCU5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/I4kd_woNKqQ/s320/canoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rm4a8WmCU6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/sjQhGFLyiYY/s1600-h/micky+d%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075023454252716962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rm4a8WmCU6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/sjQhGFLyiYY/s320/micky+d%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rm4a8mmCU7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/emqxiqAz_nY/s1600-h/sethamus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075023458547684274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rm4a8mmCU7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/emqxiqAz_nY/s320/sethamus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some crappy pictures compliments of the camera phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start working again sometime next week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I won't be quite the &lt;a href="http://iawcc.net/blog"&gt;bum&lt;/a&gt; anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone finally got around to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foxglennband"&gt;recording &lt;/a&gt;some music.  I heart acoustic.  Props.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't be afraid of becoming what you hate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-782472332573778714?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/782472332573778714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=782472332573778714&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/782472332573778714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/782472332573778714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/06/compose.html' title='Compose'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rm4a8GmCU5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/I4kd_woNKqQ/s72-c/canoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-7737898217242663145</id><published>2007-05-30T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:02:41.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink</title><content type='html'>I've never left FROM my mother's towards "the outside world", it's always been the other way around.  Weird, but just don't question it.  Civilization is a tricky thing out where she lives... if you squint yours eyes and turn your head (and avoid the cows) you can see PEOPLE sometimes.  It kinda makes me happy when I see other real people now.  I'm kinda wacked out without PEOPLE around ever.  I miss neighbors.  This is gonna be a long summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm getting off topic... I'm trying to find the way to my Aunt's house so that I can possibly get internet access for an hour or two and I'm thinking out loud, "I think I turn right at the yellow flashing light."  Lauren responds: "There's a FLASHING light?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored out of my mind.  I'm crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a summer job lifeguarding at a country club.  When I told my stepsister she asked if it was like a strip club. No... just golf and swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-7737898217242663145?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/7737898217242663145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=7737898217242663145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/7737898217242663145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/7737898217242663145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/05/blink.html' title='Blink'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-1962759255926848836</id><published>2007-05-19T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:28:56.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The most perfect words still don't give enough justice</title><content type='html'>~*~&lt;br /&gt;One year ago tomorrow I was in the one walking across stage shaking a hand I didn't know, accepting my high school diploma.  Today was her turn.  Although it did seem as if it was last week that we were digging up worms near the creek in the backyard of our grandparents house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long ago that we were yet again running away from home because we knew we couldn't stand it there any longer.  So we filled backpacks with the required stuffed animals we could never live without, grabbed a couple juice boxes and headed off around the block... then were back home before anyone noticed we had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As kids, maybe we had it a little rough... but so many had it much tougher.  We went through a lot together, helped each other though it.  I had her, she had me... we felt safer that way.  I feel like I know that one day we aren't going to be able to be there to help each other decide anymore. The day will come, neither of us can stop it.  But she'll always be my life friend... I can never stop missing her no matter where I run to.&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey 3 was amazing, the other two were better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile. You mean so much to me. I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-1962759255926848836?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/1962759255926848836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=1962759255926848836&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1962759255926848836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1962759255926848836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-perfect-words-still-dont-give.html' title='The most perfect words still don&apos;t give enough justice'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6527318558912664795</id><published>2007-05-08T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:18:46.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The oh so lovely highlights of finals week so far.</title><content type='html'>Yeah... I feel like shooting my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I know that ALL who read this are hanging on every word I write, bursting to know every little detail I choose to release... Soooooo what else can I do? I must satisfy. Finals... I hate finals. I hate tests. I hate school. I complain a lot. Okay, stopping... don't know where I'm going with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals week:&lt;br /&gt;1) Squirt gun fight. Woo!!&lt;br /&gt;2) The sun gracing the campus with its presence&lt;br /&gt;3) Sleep pattern disturbance... for some reason my body officially refuses to allow sleep to overtake until early morning hours. :(&lt;br /&gt;4) Rewriting an entire English research paper in a little over an hour without &lt;a href="http://hollandchase.blogspot.com"&gt;cheating&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5) And still... I have 3 more tests left to take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the words of &lt;a href="http://fredonia.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2233966743&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;one so wise &lt;/a&gt;"nnnnngghhh"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a visit to see Mike this weekend. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this weekend I get to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman, &lt;a href="http://ashabug.blogspot.com"&gt;lugging boxes&lt;/a&gt;, and 100 degree weather... bring it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6527318558912664795?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6527318558912664795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6527318558912664795&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6527318558912664795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6527318558912664795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-so-lovely-highlights-of-finals-week.html' title='The oh so lovely highlights of finals week so far.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-3846286162265085022</id><published>2007-05-05T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:30:09.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The SUN is SHINING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj008KU68jI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ij81UOyIx6o/s1600-h/Photo-0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061259764403204658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj008KU68jI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ij81UOyIx6o/s320/Photo-0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj0yoaU68hI/AAAAAAAAACo/rAqewts-s1I/s1600-h/Photo-0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, some sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj0zmaU68iI/AAAAAAAAACw/rTv7Uuur4-4/s1600-h/Photo-0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061258291229422114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj0zmaU68iI/AAAAAAAAACw/rTv7Uuur4-4/s320/Photo-0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow her shirt managed to stay semi-clean... it was just her face that was caked in mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj4EUaU68nI/AAAAAAAAADY/5H1weC1AMp4/s1600-h/Photo-0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061487779921982066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj4EUaU68nI/AAAAAAAAADY/5H1weC1AMp4/s200/Photo-0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss everyone. School is almost over and my room is all empty-like and the walls are all lonely-like. And I don't want to take finals. And I'm gonna miss my suitemates so much. &lt;a href="http://media.putfile.com/A-magical-story"&gt;I hate them&lt;/a&gt;, I really do.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj4F4qU68qI/AAAAAAAAADw/1HFmgz9eAOk/s1600-h/Photo-0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061489502203867810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj4F4qU68qI/AAAAAAAAADw/1HFmgz9eAOk/s400/Photo-0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj4FOqU68oI/AAAAAAAAADg/YQ_0UfOcG3k/s1600-h/Photo-0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-3846286162265085022?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/3846286162265085022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=3846286162265085022&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3846286162265085022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3846286162265085022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/05/warm-day-rare.html' title='The SUN is SHINING!'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rj008KU68jI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ij81UOyIx6o/s72-c/Photo-0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-2005909996553651879</id><published>2007-04-27T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:52:29.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ssenkrad</title><content type='html'>My mom lives in the middle of complete desolute farmland and hills.  One of our horses died giving birth.  Her name was Daisy.  Me and Daisy weren't really that close, but I'm still saddened.  Firstly, seeing my little sisters in tears over the incident was heartbreaking enough in itself.  Second, as soon as I saw them bring the rifle out to put her out of complete misery... It was just a really bad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new puppy.  I'm not the biggest dog fan, but she is the sweetest little thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just ready to get school over with for a little while.  It's draining, depressing, and I'd so rather be at Coachella right now.  I have so much going on this summer I can't even straighten it out clearly right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending a couple short weeks in Arkansas, during which I better be getting my homemade cheesecake and apple pie (Trainor!!)!  Also squeezing in a visit to Asha, possibly a camping trip on the Buffalo River, my two sisters' graduation, and maybe a trip down to Houston.  Then, when I get back apparently I'm being dragged to a different million concerts.  Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the worm covered sidewalks after the rain.  Literally as well as metaphorically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-2005909996553651879?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/2005909996553651879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=2005909996553651879&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2005909996553651879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2005909996553651879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/04/ssenkrad.html' title='Ssenkrad'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5717923156407804323</id><published>2007-04-17T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:11:17.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cows Come From California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RiTtEt-tdgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KNICiiWvQ1I/s1600-h/1024x768_house_wallpaper01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054425347134420482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RiTtEt-tdgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KNICiiWvQ1I/s200/1024x768_house_wallpaper01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt like yesterday was Tuesday... around 9:30ish I started flipping out because I thought I was missing House. False alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... what's the point in having certain morals if all you're gonna do is teach them? If someone comes to you and asks for advice, you tell them your wholehearted opinion... as hard as it might be for them to accept it. Then they actually take your advice. Does it make you feel good that others are adopting your opinions and putting them into action? But then when it comes down to it, and you have the chance to prove yourself you that you'll probably end up taking the easy way out anyway.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RiTurt-tdjI/AAAAAAAAACU/dyTAd_2LKoo/s1600-h/21352c110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054427116660946482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RiTurt-tdjI/AAAAAAAAACU/dyTAd_2LKoo/s200/21352c110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gets to decide what's right? Who put that person in charge?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I'm gonna re-read 1984 sometime soon... because I feel like reading something, and it was just that amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5717923156407804323?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5717923156407804323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5717923156407804323&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5717923156407804323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5717923156407804323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-cows-come-from-california.html' title='Happy Cows Come From California'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RiTtEt-tdgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KNICiiWvQ1I/s72-c/1024x768_house_wallpaper01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5205296369321986373</id><published>2007-04-09T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:39:25.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The driving force is always people. Their remarks couldn't have cut deeper that day. Being a cynical smart ass didn't help the situation, but sometimes I have that problem. The house is too small to be alone anywhere. Too many people pretend to care, it's hard to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pounding rain was the only comfort, and the sound of it lightened my mood. You called me, and you could tell something was wrong. You always can, I can't hide it from you. "Let's go for a ride" you said. There was no where to go. "We have everywhere to go", you always say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mud had been soaking up water for three days now. You drive, sometimes we both sit in thought, sometimes engaged in small talk. Never once did we touch. You parked somewhere undisturbed by society, but still close enough to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are astonishing we decide. We give each person a fictional life, give them stories to fill unknown gaps. What were they doing here? Who are their enemies? Friends? What is their family like? What are they hiding from the people they're with? What are their secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we told each other our own secrets.  I'm not sure if there's anything you don't know anymore. We get lost in our conversation. The night could've lasted forever. We never ran out of things to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We don't have a choice when it comes to life.  "That's the great thing, no one gets out alive."  There's no such thing as the fairy tale ending. I have no idea what I want, and I told you this. You don't know either. Time is running out. We're told we have plenty of time, but that's just what we want to hear.  There's no time. Time. That moment was all that mattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eventually the rain dimmed down.  The drops of water collect on the windshield and windows, reflecting on the dashboard.  You always pay attention to the details, always have a talent for description and creativity. Sometimes your imagination amazes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I still felt safe even after you left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I begin to live for bad days with endings like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5205296369321986373?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5205296369321986373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5205296369321986373&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5205296369321986373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5205296369321986373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/04/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-2602543257010542550</id><published>2007-04-04T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:37:13.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You give me miles of mountains, but I ask for the sea.</title><content type='html'>Got my midterm grades last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much crap to do and seriously need concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Huge American history midterm tomorrow (even though it's past the point of the middle of sem.)&lt;br /&gt;-Crap load of art history work (I strongly dislike history, all forms of it: art, american, world, persian)&lt;br /&gt;-Extra credit Psychology&lt;br /&gt;-Extra credit Comm (due tonight, eek)&lt;br /&gt;-Academic Advising  (ooo fun, hope my new advisor is even half as amazing as my former one was. dumbass.)&lt;br /&gt;-Fundamentals test on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;-HUGE Communications assignment due next Thursday (it's due after the test because apparently it's more important to know the information on the test for this assignment, and not in the reverse.  So therefore the assignment is more important than the test? Gah.)&lt;br /&gt;-And an oral presentation for English, no biggie though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.  This weekend is Easter.  Prolly means I will have the honor of joining some family member's household for dinner.  Well, I can't complain with a home-cooked meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm almost completely sure no one really cares about my complaining.  So now you therefore have complete rights to spill your any or all complaints about busy schedules and sucky lives or whatever out to me so that I too can pretend to care.  Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-2602543257010542550?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/2602543257010542550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=2602543257010542550&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2602543257010542550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/2602543257010542550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-give-me-miles-of-mountains-but-i.html' title='You give me miles of mountains, but I ask for the sea.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-9036594130096238597</id><published>2007-03-31T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:50:52.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the longest line, the front and the back are the same sometimes.</title><content type='html'>I need sleep:  Me and one of my friends Dan were talking in English class about what he was doing this weekend, I'm passively paying attention, I'm tired, I don't really care what he's saying.  &lt;br /&gt;Him: So what are your plans?  &lt;br /&gt;Me: (realizes a question was asked after a slight silence)  Sorry what?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Your plans?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...um did you just ask me about implants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole "let's pull the fire alarm at almost five in the morning" trick.  I really hate the fire alarm.  I really hate the sick person who decided to pull it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-9036594130096238597?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/9036594130096238597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=9036594130096238597&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/9036594130096238597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/9036594130096238597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/03/front-of-line-is-same-as-back-sometimes.html' title='In the longest line, the front and the back are the same sometimes.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6355483614474787613</id><published>2007-03-26T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:58:59.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky and Grass Are Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rgl27I_SMdI/AAAAAAAAABI/IXUWwk6cJBA/s1600-h/P3240053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046695615842628050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rgl27I_SMdI/AAAAAAAAABI/IXUWwk6cJBA/s320/P3240053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I spent an entire day with my mother and the four terrors (sisters) last Saturday, which turned out to be an exceedingly interesting day... A new live torture toy was admitted to the family... and the kids named him "Mikey", because it only took a decade to figure out if he was a boy or girl. Not to mention there was an excess amount of stickers everywhere, a lot of loudness, laughing, tickling, and um the not so much fun "attack Erin game"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day, the sun is shining, I have no one to drool on me anymore, my squishy pillow is spilling it's guts everywhere, I have a midterm Thursday, and another one NEXT Thursday, and Asha is way over the energetic level I'm used to, not sure where she gets it... maybe it's the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at the past two weeks and certain circumstances stand out. But just remember: &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rgl27Y_SMeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FglcyV_YnIc/s1600-h/P3160046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046695620137595362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rgl27Y_SMeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FglcyV_YnIc/s320/P3160046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never doubt my arguing skills... I will win, and you WILL run out of decent comebacks before I do.&lt;br /&gt;2) You didn't beat me, I LET you win. I just didn't want to break your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't call me gay and critisize my music when you're a hypocrit and in fact have Coldplay in your iTunes library as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know who you're gonna blame now when something goes wrong/breaks in the house without me there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6355483614474787613?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6355483614474787613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6355483614474787613&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6355483614474787613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6355483614474787613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/03/sky-and-grass-are-green.html' title='The Sky and Grass Are Green'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rgl27I_SMdI/AAAAAAAAABI/IXUWwk6cJBA/s72-c/P3240053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4176519393171372073</id><published>2007-03-21T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:37:54.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HelloGoodbye</title><content type='html'>I figured that I was just sick of staring at an extremely old post for the past couple weeks and I needed to make a quick update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Spring Break for Fredonia... I'm staying at &lt;a href="http://www.iawcc.net/blog"&gt;Mike's&lt;/a&gt;, I'll be back to posting (I say this as if I post more than once a week) next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4176519393171372073?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4176519393171372073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4176519393171372073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4176519393171372073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4176519393171372073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellogoodbye.html' title='HelloGoodbye'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-8418313042914210500</id><published>2007-03-08T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:28:31.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I'll be stuck in the center of cow domain land this weekend cleaning because I had to make a deal with my mother.  I'm completely ecstatic.  Mike you had better work your magic conning skills because otherwise I will be very upset for spending a whole extra weekend there for no reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Grey's wasn't a rerun today.  My keys are officially lost.  I made friends with the bus driver.  I have to go to a lecture about women's history month tonight.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sethamus.  I didn't realize it, but Katie is older than you.  I shoulda guessed though by comparing both of your maturity levels.  Have a great weekend and don't let those dogs boss you around!  Stay away from the drugs please.  Fuckass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-8418313042914210500?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/8418313042914210500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=8418313042914210500&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8418313042914210500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8418313042914210500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/03/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-1097320115090781890</id><published>2007-03-06T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:32:19.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak softly, but carry a big stick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Truth&lt;br /&gt;Horror movies+their previews. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 people who make me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Seth&lt;br /&gt;Asha&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint tea&lt;br /&gt;Acoustic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Cooked Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I don't understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Java&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things on my desk:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GermX&lt;br /&gt;A mess&lt;br /&gt;Not my keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I'm doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hoping I find my keys soon&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Asha&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I want to do before I die:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give my dad a sense of guilt&lt;br /&gt;Manage without living in a box!&lt;br /&gt;A family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I can do:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistle&lt;br /&gt;Lie&lt;br /&gt;Be lazy. Quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I can't do:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll my R's&lt;br /&gt;Hold a grudge for long&lt;br /&gt;Cook (unless easy mac &amp; ramen count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things you should listen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Such Great Heights- The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Rebellion Lies- Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist- Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things you should never listen to:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; your mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I'd like to learn:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to change oil/tires and to drive a stick shift&lt;br /&gt;To play the sax&lt;br /&gt;To surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Favorite foods:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Burritos&lt;br /&gt;Basically just chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Beverages I drink regularly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rasberry Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Shows I watched as a kid:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining Time Station&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Bloggers I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;Seth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-1097320115090781890?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/1097320115090781890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=1097320115090781890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1097320115090781890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/1097320115090781890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/03/speak-softly-and-carry-big-stick.html' title='Speak softly, but carry a big stick.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-3450712236196762513</id><published>2007-03-05T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:13:05.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Three in the morning. My sense of sanity has slipped from any actual functioning parts of my brain. The walls are sliding and grinding triggering a constant rush of thunderous brain activity.  Shifting my body slightly to face the wall, an ice chill rushes over the entire room.  Both my imagination and creativity become my greatest enemy.  Wide-eyed, I watch as beads of sweaty condensation fill the entirety of the black smooth wall. I turn my head and follow the infestation as it climbs higher and envelopes the ceiling as well. A single, evil smile of sweat heavily disconnects from its breeding post, swirling, crimson in midair slowly falling, and landing ironically on the center of my forehead, completely dry in an exploding burst of chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-3450712236196762513?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/3450712236196762513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=3450712236196762513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3450712236196762513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/3450712236196762513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/03/three-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4152055465476994526</id><published>2007-03-01T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:30:44.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I had a sudden exploding want for sonic.  So now I'm trying to forget about it.  I'll go buy some make-do motz sticks and get fat now.  And make strawberry lemon slushes with my suitemate's new smoothie maker.  And sulk because I'm complaining about not having access to a fast food restaurant way out of reach.  That's not good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm going to swim laps now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037048752709684866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RecxJzWVzoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X-UjPTrzcdE/s320/Picture+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=2871686"&gt;Joshua Radin&lt;/a&gt;//&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=7020783"&gt;Rachael Yamagata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4152055465476994526?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4152055465476994526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4152055465476994526&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4152055465476994526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4152055465476994526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-okay.html' title='yeah okay'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/RecxJzWVzoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X-UjPTrzcdE/s72-c/Picture+265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6281873341797423466</id><published>2007-02-27T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:46:22.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 days</title><content type='html'>Oh great.  Computer lit a match with it's nonexistant limbs and disturbingly held it to itself in reverence to it's emo mind, slowly melting away all ability to function.  Cousin is taking it to mend all wounds because unfortunately I'm computer retarded.  Deeply deeply saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an intensely extreme 3 hours of sleep, around a quarter to 7am my grandma calls to tell me she was going to see George Straight... thinking this would excite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st grade cousin randomly bought me flowers and pencils for absolutely no reason and gave them to me at church the other day.  How sweet of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard my mother tries, I can only continually get more frustrated at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is I'm spending the weekend in Rochester with Cait and her family.  It'll be a nice break from school.  We're going bowling and having a movie night with pjs and popcorn and something about a garbage pile at a restaurant and her mom is taking us out to lunch and maybe putput and a bunch of other stuff we dilusionally discussed around 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously only Tuesday?  Am I allowed to say it's been a long week yet?  It's been a long week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6281873341797423466?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6281873341797423466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6281873341797423466&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6281873341797423466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6281873341797423466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/02/13-days.html' title='13 days'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6672440167117169218</id><published>2007-02-22T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:59:13.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Charmed Kinda Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rd5lrnV5z1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MKeEH_HxvIg/s1600-h/P2210004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034573233416425298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rd5lrnV5z1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MKeEH_HxvIg/s200/P2210004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the bathroom last night there were two pages of a study guide taped to the mirror.  Odd, but okay.  But the other four pages of it were taped up to the walls of the shower.  And once someone called me weird for studying in the hallway...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire alarm went off during class the other day.  No big deal, it happens at least twice a week in the dorms with the idiots in the next building completely oblivious to how long popcorn is supposed to be put in the microwave (even though there's a popcorn button right there in front of their faces).  Anyway, standing outside waiting for the okay sign to go back in, interesting billows of almost greyish clear smoke sort of swirls all over the inside of the windows.  After just staring at it for a few seconds thinking how cool it looked I realized it might be a smart idea to get off the roof of the building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6672440167117169218?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6672440167117169218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6672440167117169218&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6672440167117169218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6672440167117169218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/02/semi-charmed-kinda-life.html' title='Semi-Charmed Kinda Life'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rd5lrnV5z1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MKeEH_HxvIg/s72-c/P2210004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-7721464927039784968</id><published>2007-02-15T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:34:39.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's To You, Ass-Wipe</title><content type='html'>Oh good, finally another &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singles Awareness Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~X~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why must you addict me to music?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; addicted. It's like druggies, they all share."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~X~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Janine's goldfish died."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, that's sad."&lt;br /&gt;"His name was Herbert."&lt;br /&gt;"Did you flush him?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, someone else did."&lt;br /&gt;"Did he mysteriously disappear out of the tank? Or did she know?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. She knew."&lt;br /&gt;"Were they close?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. They took pictures together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~X~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You suck balls Erin."&lt;br /&gt;"Um."&lt;br /&gt;"And not the good kind either. It's the big black, nasty kind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~X~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I keep saying fuck a lot tonight. Fuck. That. Shit. Oh! And I forgot: JESUS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~X~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me something interesting."&lt;br /&gt;"I have an amazingly large schlong."&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...you rock my socks kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-7721464927039784968?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/7721464927039784968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=7721464927039784968&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/7721464927039784968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/7721464927039784968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/02/heres-to-you-ass-wipe.html' title='Here&apos;s To You, Ass-Wipe'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-8327832968440635457</id><published>2007-02-11T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T16:36:55.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be</title><content type='html'>Alright, I can try to understand that you have a lot of overwhelmingly passionate Christian feelings, but seriously if you can't sing don't let yourself sing it out okay? Just express it through drawing... that way if someone doesn't want to look at it they're not forced to. Don't humiliate yourself. You and I both know that you can't sing. And then you decide to bring the abnoxiousness to another level and lift your arms upward in praise and GET LOUDER? It doesn't help that your flabby chin vibrates with every breath you strongly inhale.  Now your nasally voice and image is haunting the entirety remaining part of the day. I now strongly dislike you for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one of my cousins today. He got glasses and they don't look bad, but I had to do a double-take because he looks identical to my brother... and they never looked alike before now.  They have completely opposite personalities too. Cousin is full of the scariest sarcasm that i've ever seen in a 14 year old. Brother is a little slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should love having bad weekends. It makes me look forward to the actual week to start. And I really need motivation to get things done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-8327832968440635457?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/8327832968440635457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=8327832968440635457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8327832968440635457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/8327832968440635457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/02/ill-be.html' title='I&apos;ll be'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-6778907708412852093</id><published>2007-02-09T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:06:09.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your complaining touches my heart... What ever will I do without it?</title><content type='html'>Just so you all know, there are 186 days until Spider Man III comes out.  And also, there are 35 days until Spring Break... therefore that would be a total of 28 days until the week before Spring Break... I'm thinking this is supposed to mean something.  Oh yeah, something to do with something about a sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~^~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm throwing numbers around, I'll just add in that there are 77 days until Coachella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~^~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I curse you people who don't shovel the snow from your sidewalks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-6778907708412852093?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/6778907708412852093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=6778907708412852093&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6778907708412852093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/6778907708412852093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-complaining-touches-my-heart-what.html' title='Your complaining touches my heart... What ever will I do without it?'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-4641255015295339203</id><published>2007-02-03T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:21:14.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leaning against that filthy brick support beam, drunken strangers' shoulders brushing past in the chaotic fumed atmosphere, I felt a short few minutes of almost bliss. Bliss in which everything physical around me was obscured and faded. Bliss in which I could fully think... not contradictory, not in blurps of confusion, but of &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; all at once in complete sense. Right there in that basement, lit with incomplete strands of Christmas lights, with the grimy floors and the ceiling hovering within 5 inches of the top of my head, and just below the ceiling those cold, copper pipes dripping beads of condensation. One of the most uncomfortable places I can imagine myself, and it's spontaneously here that I find my mind at it's clearest? I couldn't hear the music, the yells were blended with the giggles and laughter and drunken flirting to create an odd buzz of silence. It wasn't an alone feeling. I couldn't see anyone's face... one person's clothing blurred into the person standing to the side of them, transforming the crowd into an illusion of being single, one. My thoughts flowed quickly, comprehendible and I could make up a purpose, a reasoning, a meaning for it all that made sense to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-4641255015295339203?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/4641255015295339203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=4641255015295339203&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4641255015295339203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/4641255015295339203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/02/leaning-against-that-filthy-brick.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5780055428167075979</id><published>2007-01-30T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:36:49.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told myself it wouldn't happen. It's horrible. I can't help it. I can't resist it. It's too hilarious. The thought of it is even embarassing. I have to watch it. It's there to watch. And the kid with the the big hair that auditioned in Birmingham that looks like Jack Osbourne has such dry humor. I love it. What the hell is wrong with me!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a good thing that House starts to come on again tonight. Or I would feel the night a complete failure.  "We are selfish based animals crawling across this earth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026005797531342514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rb_1pNjo1rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/M_WYfAH_jfo/s320/heather+horse" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(taken way back in the fall... when you could actually see the ground, as well as the sun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5780055428167075979?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5780055428167075979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5780055428167075979&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5780055428167075979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5780055428167075979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/01/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rb_1pNjo1rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/M_WYfAH_jfo/s72-c/heather+horse' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-5814561280885856523</id><published>2007-01-29T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:53:36.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disbelief?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rb4jUNjo1qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MEyJCPl-9A/s1600-h/P1260001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025493064335546018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rb4jUNjo1qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MEyJCPl-9A/s320/P1260001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coachella!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too excited. This isn't natural. I swear I lost like 5 pounds just pacing back and forth on the phone for an hour last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I need to get creative with excuses  for missing class, which probably isn't the best idea for me right now. Especially considering this all takes place 2 weeks before finals. I can't talk myself out of this! I'm going to coachella. That's final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-5814561280885856523?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/5814561280885856523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=5814561280885856523&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5814561280885856523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/5814561280885856523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/01/disbelief.html' title='Disbelief?'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/Rb4jUNjo1qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MEyJCPl-9A/s72-c/P1260001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116960898027797758</id><published>2007-01-23T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:56:58.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Effect</title><content type='html'>Snow. Everywhere. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pretty, white, fuzziness basically hasn't stopped coming down for quite a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/925425/P1240124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best photo... but you get the point. And there's much more snow than that now. Just by the way, sledding in Wal-Mart parking lot is so much fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired. And cranky. So I won't want to bother you with any complaining I have to offer. Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116960898027797758?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116960898027797758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116960898027797758&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116960898027797758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116960898027797758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/01/lake-effect.html' title='Lake Effect'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116931703784825161</id><published>2007-01-20T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:17:17.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Straighten It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/835698/P1190084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/990858/P1190084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/727807/P1060040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/176941/kerri%20and%20lauren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/457773/P1190109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/955654/P1190109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/673662/P1190110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/674569/P1190110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/208478/P1190120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/451433/P1190120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Winter break is over as of tomorrow. School starts again Monday. I hope it's freezing cold and extremely white in New York. It's cold here, but no snow. Down to the teens at night. The other day it only got up to 31ish. This time last week it was down pouring for four days nonstop. A couple days before that it was up to 60. I'm talking about the weather... what's wrong with me?  I even bore myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Freedom Writers&lt;/em&gt; - Liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children of Men&lt;/em&gt; - Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=6148361"&gt;Deas Vail&lt;/a&gt; - Completely WOW. Not to mention the lead singer is really hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/515670/deas%20vail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/245361/deas%20vail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116931703784825161?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116931703784825161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116931703784825161&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116931703784825161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116931703784825161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/01/straighten-it-out.html' title='Straighten It Out'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116908227752894758</id><published>2007-01-17T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:41:15.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*twiddles thumbs*</title><content type='html'>Uh huh so I got really super bored at work and all the windows were clean and the floors shining spotless and mopped and swept and sooooooo I decided to write notes to people!!!!! YAY! Very random notes by the way so don't get weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;Suzanna,&lt;br /&gt;I met a middle-aged spastic Asian man today. I would tell you what his name was but, to tell you the truth, I couldn't understand a word he was saying. So all I did was smile and nod, and laugh when he did. But anyway I thought of you and it was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Seth,&lt;br /&gt;And as he faced the sun he cast no shadow...&lt;br /&gt;I want to go ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Ashley,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it when I'm online, and then you're online, and then you talk to me first! Ummm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Kirsten,&lt;br /&gt;O. M. G. chica! You absolutely HAVE to be my favorite person right now! Pwease??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Al,&lt;br /&gt;I love working after you, because you organize the noodles by color in the garbage can. And it makes me laugh at your randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Mike,&lt;br /&gt;Let's go surfing. And rock-climbing. And sky-diving! And bungy jump off a bridge. A reeeeaally tall bridge. And then go surfing again... and snowboarding? And then MOUNTAIN BIKING! Yesssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Sam,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my stars in heaven Sam. I miss your Phantom of the Opera soundtrack. Lend it to me? Because my blender here at home is &lt;em&gt;starved&lt;/em&gt; and wants to eat something. It told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Wes,&lt;br /&gt;... I see a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Shaz,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna travel with me to Florida? And pick oranges??? Then we can walk around an outlet mall and chuck 'em at people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Asha,&lt;br /&gt;Chica you promised you would come and see me!!&lt;br /&gt;*runs away sobbing*&lt;br /&gt;*comes back* Happy late birthday by the way.&lt;br /&gt;*runs away again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Sable,&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH! Sorry. I borrowed one of Athena's mixed cds and she apparently has lost her mind because an Ashley Simpson song started playing. Whew. It's okay now. I changed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;My Erin,&lt;br /&gt;YOU STILL OWE ME CHEESECAKE AND APPLE PIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Keiffus,&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is sooo long and I can't stop touching it because it's so soft and pretty and blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Katie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can forgive you for loving Justin Timberlake against every ounce of influence I try to set upon you, but NOT FOR NEVER CALLING ME ONCE WHILE I WAS HERE!!! Actually, I'm not hurt at all. I don't really want to see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Robert,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared of me just because you're a fruitcake. Hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;Lauren and Kerri,&lt;br /&gt;I fruckin luuuuurve you. YEAH MAN YEAH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love always, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ERIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116908227752894758?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116908227752894758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116908227752894758&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116908227752894758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116908227752894758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/01/twiddles-thumbs.html' title='*twiddles thumbs*'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116854941487470289</id><published>2007-01-11T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:03:34.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepared to Run For It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/609637/n1381050065_30047672_4390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/660737/n1381050065_30047672_4390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to get back to school. I miss my "suiteys". And I'm sick of most of the people here already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116854941487470289?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116854941487470289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116854941487470289&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116854941487470289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116854941487470289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/01/prepared-to-run-for-it.html' title='Prepared to Run For It.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116805884085234974</id><published>2007-01-05T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:47:20.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My jump-drive broke... and it's slightly depressing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I swam a mile. Yes, that is equivalent to 35 laps of the pool. 70 lengths. The pain is just now wearing off. I do, however, feel very very accomplished. It's a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/898727/P1040036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And completely devoid of patrons at work, I was set to scrubbing walls yesterday... and sweeping closets. Good thing I finished, or that's what I'd be doing tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enjoying this sleeping till noon thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;"If a person offend you, and you are in doubt as to whether it was intentional or not, do not resort to extreme measures; simply watch for your chance and hit him with a brick. That will be sufficient."- Mark Twain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116805884085234974?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116805884085234974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116805884085234974&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116805884085234974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116805884085234974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-jump-drive-broke-and-its-slightly.html' title='My jump-drive broke... and it&apos;s slightly depressing.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116764021654215983</id><published>2007-01-01T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:30:16.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...Happy New Year...</title><content type='html'>People learn. From their mistakes, experiences, whatever. But there are people who don't learn. The people who make a major mistake, and continue to make the exact same one, but expect something better to come out of it each time. They just keep going back for the same dosage of shit they received in the first place. Not only once, over and over. They like it. The taste of crap in their disgusting mouth is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/511011/PC240029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about something you have completely no control over. It results in pointless stress. Stress over something constructive. Such as... ... ... ... ...nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/488207/PC290074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now that the holidays are over, maybe things will get back to 'normal' again. Maybe. Except now I'll be stuck in Lonoke most of January, starting tomorrow/this afternoon, where the excitement running through the crowded streets is completely overwhelmingly exulting... And now I might get to work TWO jobs... with no car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm actually not sure why I'm complaining. I think I might just be annoyed... frustrated even. At what, I have no idea. I'm actually ready to see everyone again. It's only been a month since the last time, why does it seem longer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/873933/PC310002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent all day today with family, what with southern family here plus others from other states. I think it was the longest day I've had in a while. Starting early off with church and continuing with being recruited to setting up for the wedding. Yay. Even more fun when you didn't go to be until after 3. Then actually sitting through the wedding, and afterwards (again) being recruited to clean up. Yay &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. So the reception was reasonably fun, except the sitting around watching every person within a year older than you get completely wasted dancing to country music all night... and knowing if you go anywhere near a glass of wine or champagne, you would be brutally murdered... because it's very wrong to underage drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wedding sorta got me to thinking of the future or whatever. I figure that I won't ever get married. Kind of a depressing notion, but I really don't ever see it. I see myself graduating college, however long that might take, getting a job far away from both New York and Arkansas... and that's all I see right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/577158/PC260066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It did snow the day after Christmas... way out in the hills where I was stuck at. Not very much, but enough for it to matter. It's completely gone now. Of course. It's okay though. It's not like I'm gonna be here anymore, so I don't care. I do get the rest of my Christmas presents soon though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm working Saturday. Someone owes me a visit... But I seriously hope that everyone's New Year's Resolution to lose weight &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; worked, so that I don't have to deal with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Happy New Year everyone... hope all was fun and went safely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116764021654215983?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116764021654215983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116764021654215983&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116764021654215983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116764021654215983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='...Happy New Year...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116727094652931813</id><published>2006-12-27T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T20:55:46.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm a "jerkwad" for not keeping up with posting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="1" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Joseph says:  so what day are you gonna be?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  i thought we already decided this!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i forgot&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  again&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  you sadden me.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  who's today... i haven't checked yet...?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  danielle&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  okay... you said i'd be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  not at this pace&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  jerkwad&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  what'd i do!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  you hasn't updated in 6 days!&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  ah man! you're gonna hold that against me!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says: ...among other things&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  yeah&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  but my flash drive isn't working right now for some reason... and i wanted to post some pics!! s'not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  pffft&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  lies&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  i don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  crud&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  this goes against everything&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="1" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you = don't lie&lt;br /&gt;women = all liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erin says:  *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  no way.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  mmmm&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  no way to what?&lt;br /&gt;Erin says: "women = all liars"&lt;br /&gt;it goes both ways!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  ?!?&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  all men are liars as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="1" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Joseph says:  no&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  ugh. how can you deny that??&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  when've i lied to you?!?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  that's what i thought&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  hang on now! i'm tryin ta think!&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  dang it.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  but that doesn't mean you're not a liar.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  whys you gotta go call me a liar?&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  because you gave me the right when you called me one?&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  geesh.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  lol&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  yeah&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="1" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="1" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="1" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Joseph says:  whatevers&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i'm gonna go shower before you make me start crying&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  big meanie&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  o stoppit.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  nice picture by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  LIAR&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  just go.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  you still haven't told me how your christmas was though!&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  ya well... better than was expected.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  . . .&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  it wasn't bad... i had fun i guess... still have to deal with the family parties this weekend though.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  &lt;------- can he come?&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  lol. sure sure. you can come.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  got one friday with the "weird" side of the fam.... and then saturday with the "stuckup" side.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i so could have so much fun with both sides&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  haha. ya i guess you could.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  you hate me though&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  so there's no point in making the rest of your family hate me too&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  i'm about to give up!&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  I DON'T HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  well it sure seems it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  lol! how?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  cuz you always acts like it's a chore when i talks to you&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  !?&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  no i don't!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  dunno&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  yeah you do, or you wouldn'ta said that!&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  so spill&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  what makes you think that!&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  what'd i say?!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  iunno&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  somethin about not emailin me directions to save me last sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  well that doesn't mean i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  you survived it though... that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  ...&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  yea&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  i guess i jus didn't think you would actually come...&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  I SAID I WOULD&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  yeah yeah i know&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  so you THINK i'm a LIAR?!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i see where this is goin1&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  oh really. and where's it going, cuz i don't see it...?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  you callin me a liar.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  duh&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  but we already went through this...&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  or at least thinkin i'm one&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  mhmm&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  and you do think i'm one&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  everyone lies.... 'cept me of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="1" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i don't lie&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  not to you anyways&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  okay, but i wouldnt even tell you my name for a while... and i just was a nervous about handing out my address maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  great&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  she still thinks i'm a stalker/mass murderer&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  haha. no... just still some random person i still don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  sorta.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  so?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i went to montreal for almost a week with chad and i had never met him before&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  well... i guess i'm not the most "outgoing" person...&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  mmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  fine&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i guess i'm just gonna go now&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  you can come to my family parties though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="1" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Joseph says:  wont even bother&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  you don't want me to&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  sure i do... sounds like you don't wanna though.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  =_=&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i said i wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i dont know wheres!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  and you isn't gonna tell me&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  i'll tell you right now!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  no&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  yes.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  no&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  pfft&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  no no&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  see... you don't even wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i can't now&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  &lt;-------- blew every dime he had&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  see. told ya.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  WELL IF YOU WOULD'VE SAID SOMETHING FOR LAST SUNDAY I WOULD'VE!&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  just go take a shower... and i'll sit here and sulk.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  go.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  lol&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  and now it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  o shush&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i'll come visit&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i'll spend my entire spring break in fredonia&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  would that make up for it??!&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  i don't know.... when is yours?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  the week before yours&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  i'll be in class though!....&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i'll go with you!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  geesh&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  lol&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  no you won't!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  fine&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  god forbid maybe i've already taken the class!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  i'll go then&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  fine.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  but you KNOW you're not gonna wanna sit through a class on your spring break... ESPECIALLY if you've already taken it!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  lol&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  *falls asleep and drools on your shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  lol.&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  see?&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  just GO already!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  OK OK&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  scuse me for wanting to talk with you&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  you prolly smeall anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  you're right&lt;br /&gt;Erin says:  i know. i'm always right.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:  blast&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph says:   i hate you sometimes, other times you're just incredibly fun and cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116727094652931813?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116727094652931813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116727094652931813&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116727094652931813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116727094652931813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/since-im-jerkwad-for-not-keeping-up.html' title='Since I&apos;m a &quot;jerkwad&quot; for not keeping up with posting...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116676479739542710</id><published>2006-12-21T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:23:05.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really wish that light would stop flashing at me. I want to kill it.</title><content type='html'>The semester is officially over for me. My last test was today. Only one class I'm seriously worried about. College is 1/8 of the way completed. Awesome. Or is it? Seems like it's going too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have completely nothing to do. Boredom will kill me. No doubt. Maybe I'll make cookies tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to spend Christmas Eve and Day at my mother's house. Way out in the smack center of no where. No computer. No cell phone service. No sign of human existance for miles. But of course I can't forget the occasional Amish horse buggy that 'drives' by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the company there will be just grand also. I'm all antsy and excited for the arguing to begin. Wish I could also look forward to the ending of it, but I wouldn't want to ask for too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking forward to Christmas Eve curled up in my attic room finishing &lt;em&gt;Fight Club&lt;/em&gt;, and afterwards maybe I could try for a Lord of the Rings marathon... are there enough hours in a day for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out a few days ago that I might have to drive down to Ohio to pick up my little step-sister the day after Christmas. Okay. Fine. And &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;I found out that THERE'S A SONIC in that town! So now I'm all for it. Not sure if I still have to though. I attempted to talk someone into over-nighting me a cooler full of slushes insillated with dry ice for Christmas, but she laughed at me and thought I was joking. I was serious. I thought it was an AWESOME idea. Plus, she would get the slushes for FREE! She works there! She passed up giving the absolute perfect present EVER. Way to go stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern family will be here to visit northern family soon. These get-togethers are always interesting. Might have more on this later. Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a cousin getting married on New Year's Eve. It feels weird, because we're only a few years different in age. And she's having a baby too. It must suck not being able to drink at all at your wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be down south for most of January. This means I actually get to go to work. Haven't decided if it's a good thing or not. Money vs. More Boredom. Yeah, it's gotta be a good thing. The best thing about it is I get to make money, sitting for hours, blaring music, while watching people think they're special. That is if anyone even decides they would like to actually give me the almighty honor. Otherwise I'm stuck behind the desk playing with paperclips... or chemical strips... So if anyone wants to come visit sometime feel free to do so... please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I get to go back to school to start a completely new schedule of classes. I only have to get up for an 8 o'clock class TWO days a week now. Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My novela of a "vacation" in a nutshell. Updates will most likely be scarce, but cha never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116676479739542710?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116676479739542710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116676479739542710&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116676479739542710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116676479739542710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-really-wish-that-light-would-stop.html' title='I really wish that light would stop flashing at me. I want to kill it.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116665062964730079</id><published>2006-12-20T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:39:05.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze Tag...</title><content type='html'>So Mr. &lt;a href="http://hollandchase.blogspot.com"&gt;Holland Chase&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;5 things you might not know about me?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm way too shy sometimes and don't say what I'm thinking when I probably should. I think it's because I care too much about what everyone else is thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stand &lt;em&gt;cooked&lt;/em&gt; carrots or celery. They're slimy and soggy. Love em raw and dipped in Ranch Dressing though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to deep male voices is relaxing to me. And now I can't stand listening to female singers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CUATRO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I drink through a straw I get the silent hiccups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might be too cynical of people and I think I judge too quickly, though normally I'm right after their first impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116665062964730079?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116665062964730079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116665062964730079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116665062964730079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116665062964730079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/freeze-tag.html' title='Freeze Tag...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116646888389009385</id><published>2006-12-18T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:03:25.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week should be called "Dead Week"!</title><content type='html'>I spent a good part of last night contemplating ways to get out of taking my finals. Haha. Didn't go through with them though, because most of which I came up with would have been considered "suicidal". No thanks to &lt;a href="http://hollandchase.blogspot.com"&gt;Seth&lt;/a&gt;. What a great friend. *shakes head slowly in disappointment*. I just want to get knocked out for a week or two!!! It would work out great... won't have to put up with family at Christmas parties, AND I would get a break from the tests! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is all gone... it's been gone for a while. I wonder if there will be any on Christmas... Still can't believe it's next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;a href="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/06/12/18/"&gt;watch this&lt;/a&gt; you'll seriously get dizzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116646888389009385?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116646888389009385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116646888389009385&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116646888389009385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116646888389009385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-week-should-be-called-dead-week.html' title='This week should be called &quot;Dead Week&quot;!'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116631468859301604</id><published>2006-12-16T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:53:57.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm spinning continuously...Then I suddenly halt, but everything else is still going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two are because I miss my little sister... and sometimes I forget how crazy she can be...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/556619/lauren%20magic%20springs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/217486/what%20the%20crap%20band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/11202/what%20the%20crap%20band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these ones are because I miss Al... and she just might kill me brutally for posting them... which just makes it all the more fun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/941624/sexy%20al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/895052/athena%20sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this one has NO reason... just that I think I might miss band trips with the school... no matter how much I didn't want to admit that...:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/522250/kerri%20kristen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this one reminds me of my job (well sort of)... and therefore money... and therefore my current lack of both (stupid Christmas presents!):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/116469/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116631468859301604?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116631468859301604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116631468859301604&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116631468859301604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116631468859301604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-spinning-continuouslythen-i.html' title='I&apos;m spinning continuously...Then I suddenly halt, but everything else is still going.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116612612624403715</id><published>2006-12-14T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:55:26.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...Open All Around...</title><content type='html'>I used to have this feeling of guilt when I did something wrong. When I lied to someone, I felt bad inside, because lying is &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't feel sorry. I don't feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel a twinge of guilt at all, it's only because this person believes me. If I feel anything else right now, it's only amusement because what I said was just plain funny... any other person would've looked at me and &lt;em&gt;knew &lt;/em&gt;I wasn't serious! What am I supposed to do about it!? It's not my fault! This isn't even conscience-driven, it's only for the sake of me feeling like writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also used to think I worked better under pressure. It always made sense to me to wait until the day before something was due to even start thinking about getting it done. I had the ability to focus my complete and total attention on one single thing, thinking only about what I was working on. And I could do it fast, and no one could ever tell I hadn't spent countless days on it. Not that I'm bragging, but I miss it now. An entire semester into college, and I'm still stuck in the habit. Except this stupid work just has to be absolutely frustratingly difficult, and I just don't end up with the same effect as from before. It's a horrible habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in saying that, I've decided on my New Year's Resolution. No more falling into a steady stream of procrastination. That's it. I'm done. I want less stress, and this is the only constructive mechanism I can think of to solve that problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116612612624403715?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116612612624403715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116612612624403715&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116612612624403715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116612612624403715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/open-all-around.html' title='...Open All Around...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116578203095718350</id><published>2006-12-10T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:45:02.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Week</title><content type='html'>This is all I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get these tests over with.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to do well on them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know everything on them, without having to study.&lt;br /&gt;I want more time to study, since I don't know everything on them.&lt;br /&gt;I want the time to pass faster so I'll be done with school for a month.&lt;br /&gt;And in saying that, I want to not have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;But that would never happen because apparently practically any decent career requires some type of degree.&lt;br /&gt;I want to not have so many contradictory wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/972306/PC100045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I hate tests. Let's all just assume I know everything I need to know about the stupid class and be done with it. Give me my 'A', I'll give you a smile, and then I never want to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116578203095718350?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116578203095718350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116578203095718350&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116578203095718350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116578203095718350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/dead-week.html' title='Dead Week'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116533952382903174</id><published>2006-12-05T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:50:34.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow is Here!</title><content type='html'>At the start of the year, I thought to myself how much I'll dread the cold. And I think eventually I'll learn to hate it, but for now I'm gonna just enjoy it.  The snow started collecting Saturday night and is still continuing to fall. Around 1 in the morning, me and a couple friends decided to take an adventure outside to enjoy the extravagent fuzz piling over everything.  We threw a few snowballs at several windows (despite our bad aim), surely pissed off several people, and just had a good time with it. I discovered (after much agony) that I'll definately need to invest in a pair of gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/418201/PC030001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my roommate got back from a basketball game last night, she was elaborating continually about how slow the cheerleaders are. I'm thinking to myself that they're surely not that bad. Apparently, however, their intentions to create three separate pyramids and hold up the letters "F", "S", and "U" were critically mocked when the middle pyramid dropped their letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/104962/PC040016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/818939/PC040016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But now that the snow is here, it helps to lighten the mood. I'm finally attempting to get some Christmas shopping over with this weekend.  It always makes me feel better knowing how much cash I can burn in one day.  The season of joy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Favorite Sound:  crunching ice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116533952382903174?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116533952382903174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116533952382903174&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116533952382903174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116533952382903174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/snow-is-here.html' title='The Snow is Here!'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116510193696274218</id><published>2006-12-02T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:50:09.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to show off my picture I took.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/1600/372485/PC030016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/306992/PC030016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was our suite's Christmas party. We went to a little restaurant. I wish I'd enjoyed it more, it could've been fun... When we got back, I watched Grey's Anatomy until late hours in the night. Today we made a gingerbread house and hung up lights. Anyone could easily confuse us with seven little 5th graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been the roughest days that I've been here. I'm second guessing myself... with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much lack of sleep. Too much crap. Too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is starting to depress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is pounding. And I deserve every throb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116510193696274218?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116510193696274218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116510193696274218&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116510193696274218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116510193696274218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-want-to-show-off-my-picture-i.html' title='I just want to show off my picture I took.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116498355094481047</id><published>2006-12-01T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:38:19.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for finals...especially stats, it's gonna be exhilerating. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/3794/320/546004/P1010030_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why do I find amusement in this picture?...it's depressing. Should've seen the computer...talk about depressing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everytime I do laundry I lose a sock...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Extra credit is so awesome. So are test curves. And both in the same week?! Score!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boredom kills...especially when I have so much work to get done. Procrastinators unite!...tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry I can't give anything worth reading right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116498355094481047?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116498355094481047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116498355094481047&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116498355094481047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116498355094481047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh-im-bored.html' title='*sigh* I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116476669105366438</id><published>2006-11-28T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:28:15.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He just sits there. That blank look on his face cuts deep. She can’t read it. How is she supposed to respond to this? How is she supposed act? She knows him, but all at the same time she knows completely nothing about him. Now she sees it. He should work harder. &lt;em&gt;I know what you’re thinking.&lt;/em&gt; She won’t say it though. She can’t say it. They’ll both just sit here until he says it. It’s not working. Silence is horrible. It’s pounding, aching. She can’t handle this. But her stubborn nature is holding through. And now his expression shifts. He changes his mood. He’s hiding. It’s fake. Does he think she’s stupid? And she plays along. They’re both fake. She smiles to herself. Is this supposed to be amusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s accusing her at the same time. He knows what she’s hiding. They’re both good at lying. But he’s better. Can she sense his mood? No, because right now her face gives it away. He needs to be careful. This could be bad. She’s too smart. Damn it. He has to work to hide it. She can see it now. She’s too good. Too innocent. What’s against her? Only him. It makes him feel like shit. &lt;em&gt;You’re losing something good.&lt;/em&gt; She won’t put up with this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/index.jhtml?ml_video=61024"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or old time’s sake. Watch it &lt;a href="http://nathanielwrussell.blogspot.com//"&gt;wes&lt;/a&gt;...since you force fed that never-ending whatever that was.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116476669105366438?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116476669105366438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116476669105366438&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116476669105366438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116476669105366438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-just-sits-there.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116468580277699161</id><published>2006-11-27T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:46:18.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*shrugs* Does it have to have a title?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/1600/PB180016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/200/PB180016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And people ask if we're twins? Nothing alike. I miss her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When everyone in my suite came back from Thanksgiving, it was all clockwork...everyone arrived within 5 minutes of each other. Unplanned. Except me of course. I was the early one who sat there for an hour before anyone else got there. But anyway, everyone was so excited about Christmas break to come that we all put up our little Christmas tree in the common room and put our little "secret santa" presents under the tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/200/PB270025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It doesn't feel like Christmas. It didn't even feel like Thanksgiving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm becoming a little worried about my suitemates lately actually. Every day at lunch, we all sit and watch The Price is Right. It's in the dining hall, but it's hilarious watching everyone around get into it. I can handle that. It's tolerable because, I have to admit, I get frustrated when I guess the right price and the stupid contestant screws up. But now it's Deal or No Deal. That one's on the annoying side. Also annoying is the Christmas music that is excessively playing as an undertone while they sit and play Mancala. Over and over and over. At least they don't sit around knitting constantly anymore. No wonder we have no other friends. Gotta love them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/200/PA310032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I envy people who can draw. I wish I could draw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving wasn't long enough to get a good enough breather from classes, but just long enough to forget crucial material for the Philosophy test right after it's over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/200/PB150008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116468580277699161?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116468580277699161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116468580277699161&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116468580277699161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116468580277699161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/shrugs-does-it-have-to-have-title.html' title='*shrugs* Does it have to have a title?'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116452036033460871</id><published>2006-11-26T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:40:27.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I tell myself it definately could be worse.</title><content type='html'>Finally registered for classes last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyschology MWF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Comp MWF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volcanoes MWF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art History TuTh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Cultures TuTh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals of Communication TuTh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't turn out too bad even considering I didn't "want" any of these.  I'd have to take them eventually anyway.  Except "volcanoes"....don't know what to expect there, but hey, it's a science credit out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put a picture right about here...but I'm too lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired...I don't know how I'm functioning right now.  I'm never taking a bus again.  I just got back.  Pounding head, sickening smells, crowds,  screaming kids, too hot, too cold...only one thing stayed steady - my mp3 player's volume up to max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt scared my family today when she got rushed to the hospital after fainting at work.  I'm still not sure exactly what is wrong but she had to go into emergency heart surgery tonight because one of her valves became slightly distached.  I really hate all of this.  I can't think straight.  My grandma is sick too.  Now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=2617396"&gt;Blue October&lt;/a&gt; mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope your night was better than mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116452036033460871?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116452036033460871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116452036033460871&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116452036033460871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116452036033460871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-tell-myself-it-definately-could-be.html' title='I tell myself it definately could be worse.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116412695159277151</id><published>2006-11-21T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:35:51.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first thing I did as soon as I got into little rock was go directly to sonic. Number 1 sonic burger with pickles, no mayo, no tomato. Tater tots. Lemon-berry slush with extra strawberries. That burger disappeared before we even pulled out of the parking lot. I'm not even the biggest fan of sonic's food...the drinks are the best, but beside the fact that i'd been without it for 4 long months, I'd been stuck on a bus for almost an entire day with nothing to eat except pop tarts and chips basically. Didn't really constitute as a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the switchfoot concert with &lt;a href="http://www.hollandchase.blogspot.com"&gt;seth&lt;/a&gt; friday night and it turned out pretty good.  Thinking about dropping by &lt;a href="http://katielynn188.blogspot.com/"&gt;katie's &lt;/a&gt;today since i haven't seen her in a while and she promised me a day to "hang out".  More later if I get to a stupid computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116412695159277151?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116412695159277151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116412695159277151&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116412695159277151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116412695159277151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-thing-i-did-as-soon-as-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116354741796007626</id><published>2006-11-14T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:36:57.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...Tomorrow!...</title><content type='html'>I asked what has changed in the house since I left.  Here's what I was told:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A wide screen television was purchased and placed in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My stepsister has taken over my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My little brother is a good 3 inches taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the most depressing by far...&lt;br /&gt;4. My brother's bed broke and mine was given to him.  I hope the couch is still comfy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116354741796007626?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116354741796007626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116354741796007626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116354741796007626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116354741796007626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/tomorrow.html' title='...Tomorrow!...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116328625263108466</id><published>2006-11-11T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:04:12.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...5 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/1600/P1010026_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/320/P1010026_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my classes I planned on taking next semester are closed with exception of one.  Being a freshman sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116328625263108466?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116328625263108466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116328625263108466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116328625263108466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116328625263108466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/5-days.html' title='...5 days...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116310222135049177</id><published>2006-11-09T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:17:30.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday nights: depressing</title><content type='html'>Again, now that I think about my up coming blast from the past, I can't help to wonder where I would be if I had made a different decision. Would I ever have met these people I know now? Probably not. Who would I have met instead? Was it really the right thing to do? Ha. No regrets definately. I love it here. But I can't help but to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*note that the below paragraph is spoken fast with frustration*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now what? What are my Wednesdays worth? No longer anything. No LOST! I wish February would come soon. This is very upsetting. All the more upsetting: A WEATHER ADVISORY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLIMAX OF THE SEASON FINALE LAST NIGHT! I can't even bring myself to talk any longer about this due to the fact that i just might work myself up out of a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Prestige" - dare I say &lt;em&gt;magical&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=1983800"&gt;Cary Brothers&lt;/a&gt; - love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116310222135049177?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116310222135049177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116310222135049177&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116310222135049177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116310222135049177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/wednesday-nights-depressing.html' title='wednesday nights: depressing'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116294734218756221</id><published>2006-11-07T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:55:42.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The days will stretch to endless measures.</title><content type='html'>Not that anyone really cares, but the overwhelming amount of work I have to do right now is unbelievable.  Write and outline a speech of tribute, outline a speech of persuation, a few reading logs for an extraordinarily long chapter, a lot of stats work to be done (including a study guide for a test on friday), and fit in some time to study for a bio test on wednesday next week.  But I really sort of deserve it.  Beside the point that it's that time right before thanksgiving where professors have the thought in their mind that it's very important for them to cram in entire chapters and units in a matter of days before the break just so no one has to worry about anything over the holiday, I have decided to be unable to attend two whole days of class.  Sure am glad that my teachers like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Erie PA (1 hour away) on wednesday night, so I'll be in Little Rock on Thursday.  I don't know if you can sense my excitement but believe me, it's here.  I was thinking about spending part of the weekend at Suzy's in Buffalo.  She's actually from Tonawanda though, but her family moved recently (town sound familiar seth? &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=2633434"&gt;reminder&lt;/a&gt;).  So anyway, I'm also going to see Ben Folds on Sunday.  It'll be great!  It's gonna be a LONG week and a half....definately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116294734218756221?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116294734218756221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116294734218756221&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116294734218756221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116294734218756221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/days-will-stretch-to-endless-measures.html' title='The days will stretch to endless measures.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116286949743155825</id><published>2006-11-06T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:18:17.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up late. I was late for class. I didn't even care. I still feel no remorse. It's not like me. I've been pretending to be in a decent mood...just so no one will ask me why.  But the answer is that I really don't know why.  Who cares.  That's been my opinion all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/1600/PA040012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/320/PA040012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116286949743155825?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116286949743155825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116286949743155825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116286949743155825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116286949743155825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-does-it-matter.html' title='What does it matter?'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116251604880970977</id><published>2006-11-02T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:23:39.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks a lot!</title><content type='html'>I was completely minding my own business, sitting on one of my friend's bed passively watching Without a Trace and thinking about certain events going on. Our entire suite was crammed in this same room (7 girls) talking about completely nothing. A couple days before was our Puerto Rican friend's 18th birthday. For the occasion, Suzy made about 2 dozen cupcakes. That's a lot of cupcakes, so of course there are still left overs. Suz and Sam decide that they both want one, left the room, and came back with three. Sam offers one too me, but due to the fact that I had eaten three good-sized fistfuls of Swedish fish, I declined. She continues to walk towards me in a dangerous fashion. The next thing I know, my face is full of a mix of brown and yellow frosting and cake. I was cupcaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEzNr2mIJuk"&gt;Watch this&lt;/a&gt;, it's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116251604880970977?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116251604880970977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116251604880970977&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116251604880970977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116251604880970977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanks-lot.html' title='Thanks a lot!'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116239237406499799</id><published>2006-11-01T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:46:14.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Even a clock that doesn't work is right twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;~Polish Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116239237406499799?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116239237406499799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116239237406499799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116239237406499799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116239237406499799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34433880.post-116223306125842063</id><published>2006-10-30T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:31:01.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the fall colors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/1600/PA200017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/3794/320/PA200017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this a couple weeks back...now almost all the leaves are off the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34433880-116223306125842063?l=julyangel06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/feeds/116223306125842063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34433880&amp;postID=116223306125842063&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116223306125842063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34433880/posts/default/116223306125842063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julyangel06.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-fall-colors.html' title='I love the fall colors.'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319279645964755494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD_KDy5o49k/S3a6wvt9MKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cEcov9KKqLc/S220/n44206450_31123896_2822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
