<?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-5806424</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:06:31.334-08:00</updated><category term='Primary'/><category term='General'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Slowly Crashing</title><subtitle type='html'>Life's like an hourglass glued to the table....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-8089479200683855731</id><published>2008-03-05T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:51:25.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Rock the vote, say what?</title><content type='html'>The primaries were here yesterday. Hillary beat Obama by approx. 100,000 votes here in Texas (51%-47%). Pretty slim margin. It's rather unfortunate that the set-up is winner-takes-all. (except for the super delegates, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary was also interesting because I have been hearing about how quite a few Texas Democrats went over and voted in the Republican primary. Why, you ask? Well, this year is also a &lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/news/politics/state/stories/030508dnpolsboe.3bfabc9.html"&gt;school board election year&lt;/a&gt;. This means that the future of our children is to be decided by whatever crazy politicians are elected to the school board. And let me tell you, I am not &lt;a href="http://www.icr.org/article/3466/"&gt;understating&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;a href="http://www.ricter.com/wordline/AR_Gst_Lect.htm"&gt;crazy&lt;/a&gt; here. The links send you to the PUBLISHED blatherings of one of the candidates who (thankfully) did not win his campaign. There are, however, 7 others who are of similar mindset who were elected or re-elected. Good thing there are 15 board members. Yes, 7 of the 15 people on the Texas school board want Creationism (or it's twin in weak disguise, Intelligent Design) to stand beside evolution in science as an equal. Seriously, I mean I know things have been going downhill lately, but what happened to that "separation" between church and state? This is ridiculous. Intelligent Design is NOT science. If it were science, it would be a testable hypothesis. However, this "intelligent design "theory"" (I have to use EXTRA quotemarks around theory, just to get across how bogus it really is) was MADE so that it is untestable. Ridiculous. You want it in textbooks? Put it in the same section as making the Bible mandatory reading. Oh, wait, you can't DO that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-8089479200683855731?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/8089479200683855731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=8089479200683855731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/8089479200683855731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/8089479200683855731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2008/03/rock-vote-say-what.html' title='Rock the vote, say what?'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-4701471308349017743</id><published>2008-01-10T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:46:54.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. God. (literally!)</title><content type='html'>I think I have reached the point where I surf the web too much. Or surf the &lt;a href="http://www.christian-life-advisor.com/dating-tips.html"&gt;wrong parts&lt;/a&gt; of the web too much, at least. You should check it out if you're feeling down and need a good laugh. It just goes to show you that the X-stian fundies are preparing to breed another generation of sexually repressed, ignorant people who will inevitably try to force their beliefs on the rest of us, because we 'heathens' are going to hell. And anyway, what is all this nonsense? It seems like the definition of a relationship that these people hold, before marriage, at least, is that there should be two feet between you at all times. Where is the chaperone? My 30 year old, socially awkward, virgin daughter wants to go on a date! Oh, wait, that's right, GOD is the chaperone. Because who wants to get it on with him watching, anyway? What a buzz-kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite part of the whole site is this:&lt;br /&gt;    "&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;Choose to not kiss&lt;/span&gt; - At least until you are engaged to be married. Okay, this can       be extremely difficult, but if you can follow this one dating       tip then most of the others will happen naturally. Even kissing       once you are engaged can be very dangerous. It's better to not       kiss at all until your wedding day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seriously? So, you want to get to your wedding day, have never "tested the waters" at all? Thats going to make for some sweet, sweet wedding night lovin'. I can see it now - the bride walks out of the bathroom in her floor length, turtlenecked, cotton nightgown and demands that every light be shut off and every window closed. The newlyweds awkwardly get into bed together - for the first time - and after 20 minutes of "uhm, uh, err" they finally decide that he should probably take his pants OFF for the best effectiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, maybe if you were, you know, twelve, these rules might apply. I'm not advocating that everyone drop trow and find a buddy, but, if you put two people who are mutually attracted to each other - especially teenagers - they're going to take off their clothes eventually. Abstinence-only sex ed has been shown ineffective. Perhaps it's time for safe-sex ed? It doesn't have to mean "Go out and have sex now! Don't forget the condoms!" as many abstinence-only supporters would have you believe. But teaching teens - and anyone else  for that matter -  who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going to go out and have sex anyway &lt;/span&gt;to do it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safely&lt;/span&gt; is important. More important than giving up on them with garbage like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-4701471308349017743?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/4701471308349017743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=4701471308349017743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/4701471308349017743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/4701471308349017743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-god-literally.html' title='Oh. My. God. (literally!)'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-1873957947043067961</id><published>2008-01-08T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:29:30.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just know one day I'll fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://recursed.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-with-geiger-counter.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is an interesting post on radiation. It seems that many everyday household items - including smoke detectors - are slightly radioactive. It DOES kind of make me wish I had a Geiger counter, though I'm sure it would be a "fun for a day then to the closet" type toy. And at a few hundred dollars, well...you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe I could start licking water softener pellets to more quickly develop my inevitable superpowers above that of a mere CopyGirl. Although I don't imagine they would taste very good. Flavored pellets, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-1873957947043067961?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/1873957947043067961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=1873957947043067961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/1873957947043067961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/1873957947043067961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-know-one-day-ill-fly.html' title='I just know one day I&apos;ll fly'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-1006173162944043574</id><published>2008-01-02T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:25:10.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Daily Dose</title><content type='html'>In perusing the web as I do, I have come across a blog that warrants a Ctrl+D from me. Yes, a bookmark-worthy website. It is the (near) daily life of a woman who rescued a coyote and lives with him in Wyoming. She takes wonderful pictures of their life and posts them &lt;a href="http://dailycoyote.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, I have now accustomed myself to receiving a daily dose of coyote, and feel let down when a new picture is not up when I get to work in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-1006173162944043574?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/1006173162944043574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=1006173162944043574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/1006173162944043574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/1006173162944043574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-dose.html' title='A Daily Dose'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-4977721867138609413</id><published>2008-01-02T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:38:22.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queening 101: I don't care about your story.</title><content type='html'>Now that the holidays are over, the rush has slowed, and I have had time to think about the past few weeks, I have begun to wonder - what is it about drama that so many people are innately drawn to? And why feel the need to disrupt the joy that is my vacation by constantly plaguing me with said obnoxious drama? Is it so interesting that they feel they must prolong it for as long as possible, or is it a power trip to feel that they 'control' the opinions other people may form about the subject of the drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why some love it so much, but really, this is not high school anymore. Seriously, grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-4977721867138609413?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/4977721867138609413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=4977721867138609413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/4977721867138609413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/4977721867138609413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2008/01/drama-queening-101-i-dont-care-about.html' title='Drama Queening 101: I don&apos;t care about your story.'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-1341224073470391608</id><published>2007-12-26T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:14:35.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>So Blogger finally decided to let me back in to my site. I stopped posting for a little while, and then Google took over Blogger and everything got messed up. But somehow it works now, so I'm back! At least when I have something to say, that is. Hopefully I will find enough to talk about to post every few days or so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-1341224073470391608?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/1341224073470391608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=1341224073470391608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/1341224073470391608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/1341224073470391608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-115691238322961417</id><published>2006-08-29T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:33:03.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Just because actions may speak louder than words doesn't mean words are unnecessary. But it doesn't mean the actions are either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-115691238322961417?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/115691238322961417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=115691238322961417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/115691238322961417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/115691238322961417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-115673690949969733</id><published>2006-08-27T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:49:24.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicorns and pots of gold</title><content type='html'>Long time since update I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey and I (among a few others) went to Belvedere last night. I had a really good time, which was suprising since I almost didn't go.  And I got to ride home in a 911 turbo, which I will say definitely didn't make my night any worse ;)  I brought my camera, but didn't take any pictures...though there could have been some entertaining ones I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less than a month until I'll be going to Canada, I'm excited...though not sure what to expect. Should be entertaining nonetheless though, eh? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-115673690949969733?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/115673690949969733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=115673690949969733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/115673690949969733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/115673690949969733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/08/unicorns-and-pots-of-gold.html' title='Unicorns and pots of gold'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-115103724339884439</id><published>2006-06-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:34:03.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess I haven't updated in a while. I've decided it's that time again though. Stuff has happened, but I don't really remember what. There are pictures of some of it on my other site.&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0385002/"&gt;Green Street Hooligans&lt;/a&gt; tonight. Soccer...err "football" movie that has about 5 minutes of the sport in it. It's about a bunch of guys called the Green Street Elite and Elijah Wood's...err...adventure with them, earning his reputation among the soccer firms in Britain. The end, of course the big fight scene...was disturbing. But not without a moral. So I guess disturbing but touching? Anyway, even through all of the punching and the fighting and the blood flowing everywhere, I still thought it was a good movie. Good enough that I stayed up to write a blog about it. So there. It's bedtime now. I have to wake up early and try to pretend my bullshit job is worth going to at 7am. It's really not, but somehow I'll convince myself it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-115103724339884439?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/115103724339884439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=115103724339884439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/115103724339884439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/115103724339884439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/06/guess-i-havent-updated-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114862741013788208</id><published>2006-05-26T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:10:10.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchie</title><content type='html'>Why do I keep hitting myself in the hand with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114862741013788208?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114862741013788208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114862741013788208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114862741013788208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114862741013788208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/05/ouchie.html' title='Ouchie'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114767405608028189</id><published>2006-05-14T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:20:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vroom makes me happy</title><content type='html'>So the last few weekends have been pretty mellow. I've had finals and such, last weekend Tyler and I went to a "seis de mayo" party at Shane's house. Good times, good times. No pictures from that, but this weekend was really busy.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Tyler, Andrew and I went to the Grand Prix of Houston for the LeMans races. Talk about freakin' SWEET! The pictures of the cars while they are racing are pretty crappy, because they were going sooooo fast, but we were walking around and got some other pics of cars that were being worked on and stuff, and some cars that were going to be raced in the Champ Car races the next day. I had a really good time, and then I found out that Saturday was the Art Car parade, so we all went to that. Talk about literally, art in car form. Some of the entries were kind of lame, but some were really awesome. One of the cars even caught on fire! (not on purpose) Apparently several of the metal looking cars (the dragon and a few others) go out to the Burning Man Project every year, which would be cool to see. &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/lilbluegal/photos/?_c02_owner=1"&gt;Anyway, so there are DEFINITELY pictures of all that on my MSN space&lt;/a&gt;. After all that, we decided it was hot outside so we all went to Andrew's pool and chilled for the rest of the day, followed by somehow this turning into a house party at Tyler and Travis's place.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a little more laid back, I went to my parents house for dinner and mother's day and such...not much there, just had some seafood which was good :)&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend should be interesting too. Bryan is having a beach party for end of semester down in Bolivar, so that should be fun. Another of Tyler's friends is coming from Canada to visit, so the beach should be a fun place to spend the day. I'm looking forward to it, might not bring my camera to avoid sand/water badness though.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, summer school starts today, which kind of sucks, but online is good at least. So I'm just waiting for my semester grades and whatnot still :-/ Gonna be so much more fantastic than in engineering though ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114767405608028189?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114767405608028189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114767405608028189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114767405608028189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114767405608028189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/05/vroom-makes-me-happy.html' title='vroom makes me happy'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114620537032159549</id><published>2006-04-27T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:43:46.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll get culture if I have to drill it in...</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, quite a bit has happened since my last post. I have actually been kind of busy lately. I am finished with all of my papers for the semester except for the big nasty 10 page one, which is...an almost nice feeling hehe.&lt;br /&gt;2 weekends (I think) ago I went to the Museum of Fine Arts. The plan was to go to the Museum of Natural Science for the BodyWorks exhibit, but the line was really really long, so we opted to see the Inspiring American Genius exhibit at the MFAH. I must say, I was impressed. I've been to the MFAH before, but this time just kind of stuck out more I guess. The detail these people put into their work...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and I also went to see The Miser at the Alley Theatre. We had the Honors College seats, but somehow when we got them they gave us tickets for the wrong day, so we ended up even closer to the stage, which was super awesome. The play was really funny too, everyone did a great job I think.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to the zoo. It was fun, but as always, it made me kind of sad to see all the animals with such small spaces to roam. Even if they are born in captivity and "do not know any better"...you can still tell...they look rather unhappy :-/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm pretty sure that just about catches everyone up. I've seen a bunch of movies too. Silent Hill was weird. Took some thought, surprisingly. I have pictures of all of my adventures on my &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/lilbluegal/photos/?_c02_owner=1"&gt;MSN space&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, and my lease is up in a month and three days. Which fills me with glee. (No offense Andi, you're the coolest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edit**&lt;br /&gt;My lease isn't up in a month and 3 days...it's up in 2 months and 3 days. BUT the crappy part of it is up in a month and 3 days. I was so caught upin happiness I forgot to get my facts straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114620537032159549?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114620537032159549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114620537032159549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114620537032159549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114620537032159549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/04/youll-get-culture-if-i-have-to-drill.html' title='You&apos;ll get culture if I have to drill it in...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114470615095923443</id><published>2006-04-10T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:56:49.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Less angry about underwear. Well, not really but I at least bought more hehe. &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/lilbluegal/Photos/PersonalSpace.aspx?owner=1"&gt;Here is the link (again) to my MSN&lt;/a&gt;. The Aeros pics are posted now. Tyler's friend Dan is down from Canada for about a week. I'll have pictures from that adventure as soon as I have all of them. Yay for collecting pictures from other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, I think I am going to be rather busy soon :( I have a 10 page paper and two 3-5 page papers coming up that I haven't started. But, not to worry about that now, they aren't due yet, eh? :) I also FINALLY got my painting back from being framed. And I (well Tyler and Dan) hung it on the wall. It's preeeeety, see&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/IMG_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/IMG_0526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now...perhaps something of interest when I can think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114470615095923443?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114470615095923443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114470615095923443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114470615095923443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114470615095923443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/04/less-angry-about-underwear.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114404386147703080</id><published>2006-04-02T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:57:41.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just so everyone knows, in case some of you were wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing is bad. Especially from other people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; if you go through their clothes in the dryer and steal only their underwear. That makes you a creepy pervert, which in turn makes me want to rip your cock off and choke you with it. Though it would probably be too small to choke you with, obviously. Which is why you are stealing all of my underwear out of the goddamn dryer in the first place I must assume. Fucking perv. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I saw an Aeros game on Saturday. Pictures will be on my MSN once I'm less angry about the underwear thief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114404386147703080?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114404386147703080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114404386147703080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114404386147703080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114404386147703080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-so-everyone-knows-in-case-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114382647875806452</id><published>2006-03-31T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T09:34:38.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So since my last update, Tyler and I went to Dallas for the Calgary v. Dallas game last Sunday. Since we were already going to be there and needed something to do ;) , we went to Medieval Times on Saturday. I'd been once, when I went to Florida, but Tyler had never been. It was a good time, makes me glad my "silverware" consists of more than my hands these days. Then the game was on Sunday. Calgary lost, but it was still a fun "first NHL game" for me. Oh, yeah and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;go Red Knight&lt;/span&gt;! heheh.  Overall, I say it was a great trip. Nice and relaxing, just what I needed. Semesters should come with more of those built in ;) Oh, and of course, pictures of Medieval Times and the hockey game are posted on my &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/lilbluegal/Photos/PersonalSpace.aspx?owner=1"&gt;MSN space&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/lilbluegal/Photos/PersonalSpace.aspx?owner=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114382647875806452?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114382647875806452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114382647875806452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114382647875806452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114382647875806452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-since-my-last-update-tyler-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114298368615302474</id><published>2006-03-21T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:28:06.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbows and butterflies anyone?</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how people have far less (or at least far less interesting) things to say when they aren't unhappy? Maybe I'm just not deep enough to have regular, meaninful posts ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out I have to write a 10+ page paper for my poli sci class today. That sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114298368615302474?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114298368615302474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114298368615302474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114298368615302474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114298368615302474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/03/rainbows-and-butterflies-anyone.html' title='rainbows and butterflies anyone?'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114178740713827331</id><published>2006-03-07T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:10:07.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really have much of anything interesting to say this semester. School is...yeah. But whatever, it's cool. Accounting has some pretty interesting stuff I've learned. My history class is pretty cool, the prof (&lt;a href="http://counterpunch.org/buzzanco04162005.html"&gt;Robert Buzzanco&lt;/a&gt;)  is rather liberal and teaches it that way. He wants us to see the other side of the history we've always learned. My poli sci class is ok, exam Thursday, should be pretty easy. I have a paper due sometime in there too. And in psych as well...hmm should probably get started on those sometime. That's what spring break is for. That and not class. I'm starting my break off nicely. Shopping with Holley and Krutina and then Cirque du Soleil. Should be exciting :) I think I'm going to some party thing at an art store on Saturday night with Ali, Jael and Andrea if she's still going. Anu too, perhaps? Not sure. Figured I should find something to do so I'm not bored while Tyler is out drinking and "playing wingman"...I found a piece of art I really like. Unfortunately it's huge and $1500. But I really like it... It's an abstract piece with orange and purple and black and its just...awesome and beautiful. Saw a Picasso too, it was about the size of a half sheet of paper and was almost $3000. Too bad Picasso isn't around to be paid, poor guy. There was also this cool tree made of copper piping that had candle votives wrapped into it that was really awesome. I bet it looked even cooler when candles were lit. The guy who made it will apparently come into your house and create something for a particular space you want it in. Too bad I move a lot, eh? And too bad I'm broke haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about all that is going on. I saw Ultraviolet on Sunday. It was pretty terrible. I want to see The Liberati and V for Vendetta. I hope they are less terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114178740713827331?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114178740713827331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114178740713827331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114178740713827331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114178740713827331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-really-have-much-of-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114111085341679073</id><published>2006-02-27T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:14:13.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbling</title><content type='html'>You know what sucks? Knowing something you aren't supposed to. You'd think it would be better to know than to stand oblivious. It's not. It's like, well, you know, but you can't tell anyone or say anything because, well, you aren't supposed to know. Now I see why people are so much happier when they don't know what's going on. Maybe that's why curiousity killed the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cirque du Soleil is next Friday. I'm pretty excited. Good way to start off spring break. I kind of want to take a trip somewhere (within driving distance) over the break, any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114111085341679073?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114111085341679073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114111085341679073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114111085341679073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114111085341679073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/02/babbling.html' title='Babbling'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114050070034193198</id><published>2006-02-20T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:00:34.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been forever since I said I would post this, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;got all the pics from the ski trip. So...I put them on my MSN space for all to see :) &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/lilbluegal/photos/?_c02_owner=1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link. (http://spaces.msn.com/lilbluegal/photos/?_c02_owner=1 for those who can't click it for some reason.) I think there are some good ones. It was SO pretty there. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I posted some pics from before the ski trip (all the stuff that happened through January) so those are finally up too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114050070034193198?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114050070034193198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114050070034193198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114050070034193198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114050070034193198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-its-been-forever-since-i-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-114024292620033852</id><published>2006-02-17T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:08:47.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have not really had much to say lately. Business is a lot easier than engineering. There is no homework, other than stupid WebCT, and I have never bought so many scantrons before. Because of this, I have nothing interesting to say about what is going on. No "I was sitting in class and suddenly it all made sense" stories. Because there's nothing TO make sense. If you can not get that two sides of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt; sheet have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt;, then...well then WTF. I miss engineering. With the....you know....challenges. Maybe it is not even that. I miss the people. There were no looks from them like I did not belong. Maybe I am not cut out for this. Perhaps I would be put to better use at McDonalds. sigh. I think it is the thought of my alternative - working somewhere like McDonalds for the rest of my life - that keeps me just okay enough to make it one more day.  I was talking a few days ago about people who have just enough common sense to make it through the day. They lay down to go to bed and are like "oh yeah, I need to close my eyes to sleep." And they do so and that is IT. No more common sense for the day. It is all used up. I think I am like that with sanity. And sometimes tolerance. I have just enough to make it through the day, but if the day runs long or something...I am screwed. Perhaps today ran long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-114024292620033852?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/114024292620033852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=114024292620033852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114024292620033852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/114024292620033852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-have-not-really-had-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113946227206444687</id><published>2006-02-08T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:17:52.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, yay for well needed vacation. Skiing was SO fun! Yay for good birthday presents. Hehe, and falling in the snow. And getting better and not falling in the snow as much. And lots of powder, which by the way, is much harder ito ski in. All in all, I say the trip was a success. A super fun success.  Pictures will be on my MSN space soon. At which point I will also provide a link to said space. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113946227206444687?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113946227206444687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113946227206444687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113946227206444687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113946227206444687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/02/ahhh-yay-for-well-needed-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113865232265798060</id><published>2006-01-30T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:18:42.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday seems like it's going to take forever to get here. It's Monday. That's all. And it's been Monday for 14 hours. I've sat and stared and read through just about all of them. Leaves me wondering why sleep just doesn't seem to come some nights. I have to work until 10 tonight. I guess that will at least be something to pass the time for me. Perhaps. I can't decide if I like my job or not. Whenever I decide I don't, I find myself danciing through the aisles and singing. Whenever I decide that means I do, the day sucks and moves more slowly than ever. I guess it just depends on who else is working that can entertain me. I should get an job with an accountant. Experience would pretty likely prove to be beneficial to me. Hmm, almost a real job. Imagine that. Almost. Heh, hopefully it will be better than my last attempt to have a "real" job that will get me some experience in my field. Because that was utter failure. And a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time needs to pass more quickly. I sat in my history class for what seemed like absolutely forever, listening to my professor drone on and on in his story about poor farmers in the 1890's. Then I looked at the time and realized I'd only been sitting there for 20 minutes. Gives a whole new meaning to "every minute is like an hour". Christ. I didn't think it would ever end. Even music won't pass the time like normal. I'm almost out of books, I didn't bring one with me today so that doesn't help either. I'm down to the last one, the one that I was planning on reading on the flight and such. Oh well. Perhaps I'll take another trip to the bookstore. Find something interesting, something that catches my eye. Heh, I'm a terrible shopper. Totally irrational. I figure why look for a book (or anything for that matter). Let it look for you. If it doesn't jump out at me, then why bother, eh? Guess we'll see. Got an idea for a new author to try anyway, so perhaps that'll prove itself. Paul Bowles. Leave a comment if you've read him and let me know what you think. I'll be reading him, so I'll probably leave a post about it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113865232265798060?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113865232265798060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113865232265798060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113865232265798060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113865232265798060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-seems-like-its-going-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113799827790271142</id><published>2006-01-23T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:40:19.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much has happened since my last post. At least not much interesting. I've come to a conclusion, more of a realization perhaps. But I find myself somewhat unwilling to go into detail. Or maybe apprehensive I guess. School started. My classes are by far the most boring ever. I miss engineering. At least then there was a challenge. Maybe it was so great because it was too much of a challenge for me. No sense dwelling in the past when you can't change it I suppose. But I do miss it. The challenge. The excitement of finally getting something right. The friends that were always around...everything I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels &amp; Demons&lt;/span&gt;. It's the prequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The DaVinci Code&lt;/span&gt; by Dan Brown. I plan to read that one next. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels &amp; Demons&lt;/span&gt; has been good so far, I've enjoyed it. Enough to read nearly 400 pages over the last day and a half. While Catholicism doesn't interest me in an "I want to be Catholic" sort of way, the history of all the terrible things that have been done "in the name of God" is captivating. But I suppose that is the way it is in all religions. There may not be "Holy Crusades" in the present, but when it really comes down to it the battles between religion and religion and religion and science IS quite prominent. I also find it interesting how, when it comes down to it, all tmehe major religions really do tell quite nearly the same story. Sure, there are obvious deviations, but who knows what may have been lost in perception and translation. There are obvious deviations even within modern history books about the Civil War...look at one from New York and one from Texas. You'd barely think they were talking about the same thing. And that wasn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;200&lt;/span&gt; years ago. This was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2,000 &lt;/span&gt;years ago. Anyone who can say that there is no possibility for variation of the same story is ridiculous. Ridiculous. And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought several more books in addition to Dan Browns. One is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Friend Leonard&lt;/span&gt;, the next book written by James Frey, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, I've read the CNN news reports on how "the book is a lie" and "how he fooled Oprah" and this and that. Don't particularly care. I thought the book was good. It had to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; truth to it. So the guy exaggerated some charges and such. Who sells an autobiography that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; exaggerate something about themselves? Sure, maybe it's something good most of the time. But still...I dunno, I guess I kind of expected some exaggeration. I mean he&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was&lt;/span&gt; on drugs, blacking out and such. Perhaps I'm wrong, but don't you NOT remember the things that happen when you blackout? The book would have been pretty damn short had he said "well, I don't remember this entire period of my life, so even though it's important and kind of vital to my explanation, I won't include it." Yeah. Maybe I just read too much fiction and come to expect the same from nonfiction. Whatever. I liked the book. Once I finish with Dan Brown's work, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Friend Leonard&lt;/span&gt; is next on the list. The other book I bought was just kind of an impulse, this looks interesting kind of thing. I really don't know what to expect from it, but the subject is one that has the potential to be highly interesting to me. It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood: An Epic History of Medicine and Commerce&lt;/span&gt;. The New York Times called it "Riveting." I think "riveting" is the dumbest critic word ever. I mean, really. Riveting? WTF. Just say "captivating" or something. Riveting is something you do to a building. With rivets. Anyway, I think that will probably end up being airplane entertainment or the like, since because I have way too much free time and nothing to do with it I will probably have zipped through the other 3 by Feb 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Feb 2. It's so soon! :) I'm more excited every day. I've been skiing before, twice even, and snowboarding once (kinda :-P...we'll call it "snowfalling" for the most part) but not in Colorado yet, and most definitely not recently. I love being in the snow. Yeah, yeah I realize that it must suck to deal with it for a whole season, and that the day after it falls and is all pretty it gets all gross due to cars and such, but still...when it's falling or freshly fallen it's so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113799827790271142?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113799827790271142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113799827790271142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113799827790271142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113799827790271142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-much-has-happened-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113704024454099944</id><published>2006-01-11T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:31:25.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/IMG_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/IMG_0276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/IMG_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/IMG_0279.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/IMG_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/IMG_0280.jpg" alt="" 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/5806424-113704024454099944?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113704024454099944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113704024454099944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113704024454099944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113704024454099944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-addition.html' title='My new addition!'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113636339213192349</id><published>2006-01-04T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:29:52.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PA-THETIC</title><content type='html'>That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113636339213192349?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113636339213192349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113636339213192349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113636339213192349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113636339213192349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/01/pa-thetic.html' title='PA-THETIC'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113617783940618901</id><published>2006-01-01T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:57:19.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Years party was last night...it was fun :) I took lots of pictures, and posted them on my MSN site (because putting 50somethin pics in blogger was not my idea of a fun time) so I just made an album there. You can &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/lilbluegal/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_photoalbum=showdefault&amp;_c02_owner=1&amp;amp;_c=photoalbum"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to see them. Definitely quite the entertaining night. For those of you who didn't come...you missed out! Tyler gets back from Canada/Vegas soon too, and I'm excited :-) I went and watched &lt;a href="http://www.swirlofcolour.blogspot.com"&gt;Anu's&lt;/a&gt; dance performance today also, it was really interesting. I'd never been to a Hindu temple, it was very pretty, as were the clothes. Pics of that are also on my MSN site :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I guess it's post party apartment clean up time... :'( sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113617783940618901?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113617783940618901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113617783940618901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113617783940618901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113617783940618901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-party-was-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113610919375241551</id><published>2006-01-01T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:58:56.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I guess I was a bit unhappy in my last post. Once again, I have learned that stupid girl things are just that...stupid. Though I might find it hard to believe that someone might actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care &lt;/span&gt;or something like that...I guess I shouldn't let my insecurities take over. Heh, easy to say, not so easy to do. But I've been trying. Really hard. Guess sometimes I just slip up. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my New Years party tonite. Only 1 of my friends showed. The rest were Andrea's. Thank goodness she actually invited people this time, eh? What's up with the ditching me, people? :( But it's ok, more booze for us... I have lotsa pics that I will post when I'm a little more sober...dice games aren't always the friendliest ;-) I guess unless you're the guys in the midst of a bunch of girls haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...like I said...I'll post the pics (or some of them at least...) soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113610919375241551?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113610919375241551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113610919375241551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113610919375241551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113610919375241551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-guess-i-was-bit-unhappy-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113587965334415250</id><published>2005-12-29T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:54:14.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr, I did a stupid girl thing. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; when I do stupid girl things. Like when you say something, and you kinda expect an answer, and then you don't get the answer you expect and then you get upset because you didn't get the answer you expected and you shouldn't be, because people can give whatever answer they want, but you are, because you think you should have gotten a different , "better" answer. So then it ruins your day. It really is just like setting yourself up for failure. Because really, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't get&lt;/span&gt; the better answer. I should know that by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas went by. I kind of didn't really notice, other than the addition of my &lt;a href="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/01/38/03/05/0001380305204_215X215.jpg"&gt;super awesome digital camera&lt;/a&gt; to the "things I will eventually accidentally break" list. Andrea and I have just been kinda chillin' at the apartment, when we don't have to work that is...&lt;br /&gt;Katie came and stayed the 27-28. That was cool, I miss that kid ;) We went to a hookah bar, and I would have taken pictures, but I left the battery to my said super awesome camera on the freakin' charger. So no pics from that. All I have is the pic from when we went to Bennigans. And the table of guys slightly across the room kept staring at us. Heh, we got a laugh out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie. Yeah, she gets more phone calls than anyone I know. Freakin' crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that's about all that has happened lately. A few small get togethers that I wouldn't consider "parties", a few drunken nights, and not much else to tell. Oh, and I got a new job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113587965334415250?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113587965334415250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113587965334415250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113587965334415250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113587965334415250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/12/grr-i-did-stupid-girl-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113548397944761033</id><published>2005-12-24T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:35:06.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>To everyone :-) None of this PC "Happy Holiday" stuff. &lt;em&gt;Merry fuckin' Christmas&lt;/em&gt;. And Happy New Year to those of you I don't talk to before then. Heh, last year it almost was "snowing" on Christmas Eve, this year it's gonna be 70 degrees tomorrow. Crazy, eh? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and I have a bet placed for events leading up to Monday. Sadly, we both think the same thing will occur (or won't occur rather), so I guess it isn't really a bet. But we'll both be &lt;strong&gt;absolutely dumbfounded&lt;/strong&gt; if we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got me a box of thongs for Christmas. I find that a little weird. *shrug* hehe oh well, they're cute. Comment and tell me what you guys got, especially if it's kinda weird. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, and I also now have the prettiest ears around ;-) Nothing like well selected &lt;s&gt;shiny&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sparkly&lt;/span&gt; things to make a girl smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113548397944761033?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113548397944761033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113548397944761033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113548397944761033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113548397944761033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113506646938427160</id><published>2005-12-20T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:14:29.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started a new book today- &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/nanatalese/millionlittlepieces/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - and I've found I can't put it down. Conrad was reading it when he came down to see Tyler, and he said it was good. Then Andrea and I saw it at the store and she said she heard it was good...so we bought it. And it's good. It makes me realize just how much I don't understand. How much I probably never will. I don't see how someone can lose themselves so deeply. Swirling downward in a haze of drugs and booze. How anyone could think that waking up every morning to a toilet full of vomit is better than...well...not. I suppose once the downward spiral begins the momentum keeps one going, but I guess that isn't something I'm capable of understanding. Or that I really want to understand perhaps. I was going to write a bunch more, but I don't feel like it anymore. Read the book if you get the chance, that's my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113506646938427160?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113506646938427160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113506646938427160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113506646938427160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113506646938427160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-started-new-book-today-million.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113437737534114521</id><published>2005-12-12T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:49:35.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a real pet...</title><content type='html'>then there would be someone there all the time when I was sad. Gotta love the unconditional love that comes with the trust of an animal. Not to mention a &lt;a href="http://www.awagatibengals.com/female1.jpg"&gt;cat you can train like a dog&lt;/a&gt; would be the coolest. And it would put an end to those cold lonely nights...My cat would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;be potty trained too. I'd even consider getting the little button they can jump down on to flush. Man, I need a hobby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113437737534114521?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113437737534114521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113437737534114521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113437737534114521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113437737534114521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-need-real-pet.html' title='I need a real pet...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113420112031891103</id><published>2005-12-09T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:52:00.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Fiji can't fix me now...</title><content type='html'>I hurt. Body, mind and soul. I guess that's what failing miserably at the one thing you've spent the last 2.5 years on does to you. I'm not a nerd anymore...I'm too dumb to be called that now. For all the times I've talked about how much I hate the engineering program, how terrible it is...at least I was getting to do what I wanted to do. Perhaps I took that for granted. Now I can't even do that. Now I have to search and find something that is what I least-don't-want-to-do instead of being in what I do want to do. Now I have to settle for misery ending in misery instead of choosing misery with excitement at the end. Now I have that feeling that I know I'll look back in years and sadly say "What if I were just a little smarter? Where would I be now?" instead of being there. Sure, you can say I'm looking at it the wrong way, that I could be happy in some other major. You can say it all you want. The point is, I found where I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to be, and now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't be there&lt;/span&gt;. And that is the biggest failure to me. And it's my failure. And that means I've failed. That I'm not as good as I wanted to be, that I didn't meet my goals...that I'm the loser who had to give up. I don't like being that person. And when I do have to find my new major, every class I take will remind me of my failures. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every single one&lt;/span&gt;. When I'm taking "Intro to Bullshit 101", I'll be sitting in class thinking about how I should be in transport or bioanalytics or thermo. How I should be integrating and deriving, not memorizing and regurgitating. How I should be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making a difference&lt;/span&gt;, not adding to the bueracracy that I've tried to circumvent. Perhaps that is a naive thought, to think I could singlehandedly make a difference, but at least I could do something to help people through instead of standing in their way. I should be in a labcoat...not a business suit. Creating solutions, not problems. That's where I belong. I just don't fit into the business world. But I guess that doesn't matter to the people who key the D's and the F's into the system. They're just there to push the buttons...I'm nothing but a SSN to them. Who would've thought this would happen to me...guess I always thought it would just be someone else I'd be feeling bad for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113420112031891103?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113420112031891103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113420112031891103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113420112031891103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113420112031891103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/12/even-fiji-cant-fix-me-now.html' title='Even Fiji can&apos;t fix me now...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113393700842007985</id><published>2005-12-06T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:30:08.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel weird. Like something is out of place.  Or like I should be somewhere or doing something or permanently like I'm forgetting something. I think it's because I've been so so so busy lately, especially with the projects, that now that they're done and all I have left is actual studying (hah, I say that like it's trivial...I WISH) a large part of what I've been spending all my time on is gone. But even before that, something just feels...odd. I wish I knew what it was. Perhaps the impending holidays and my lack of plans. And sadly, my lack of wanting plans really. I think I'd be happy just sleeping through them. Driving to look at the Christmas lights and then just not dealing with it. I wish I could go somewhere where it wasn't bitterly cold, but just cold enough for snow. And not even a lot of snow, I'd be happy with like 2 inches. Just somewhere that it was pretty, where I could wake up Christmas Day and really say I had a white Christmas. I'm tired of here. I'm tired of now, too. I want elsewhere...and later...I guess the grass is always greener...I should take a vacation. If only I had somewhere to go, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113393700842007985?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113393700842007985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113393700842007985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113393700842007985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113393700842007985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-feel-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113350873149604044</id><published>2005-12-01T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:32:11.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin' on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>Arrgggghhhhh. People make me angry. I shouldn't have to choose. I don't make them choose. Maybe that's why I always leave. To make it easier for them. 'Cuz it sure as hell isn't fantastically great for me all the time. Stupid choosing. But I guess it's my fault. Like everything. Like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always comes down to this: it'd be so much better if I were in &lt;a href="http://wuarchive.wustl.edu/aminet/pix/views/Fiji.jpg"&gt;Fiji&lt;/a&gt;. It's all about the &lt;a href="http://www.guanaja.com/images/Trees%20and%20Hammock.jpg"&gt;hammocks&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.tropicsexpress.com/TropicalTableware/images/22022_F.jpg"&gt;coconut shell cups with the little flowers&lt;/a&gt;  and the &lt;a href="http://www.reigatehistory.co.uk/Atlantic%20mail%20boat%20copy.jpg"&gt;boat-mail&lt;/a&gt;. Ahh, yes. Boat-mail. One day that's what I'll have to look forward to. For at least a week, dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113350873149604044?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113350873149604044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113350873149604044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113350873149604044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113350873149604044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/12/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leavin&apos; on a jet plane'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113342543147048631</id><published>2005-12-01T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:23:52.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you hate when you can't sleep...</title><content type='html'>and you need to? When it's too late to be able to churn out something productive, but you lay in bed and counting the number of times the fan spins around suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the universe? Also, why is it people you don't like always have to be at places you do like? I mean, Christ, do they just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; the awkwardness? Anyway, the (billions of) projects are well underway. The finals studying, unfortunately, is not. Due to the massive projectness. BUT, it's ok. Because I am going to totally rock my finals and my professors are going to be SO in awe they can't help but give me A's. Or something like that. Hey, all B's would rock my world too. And to the point of no return even. But I now have eye-rubbing sleepy feelings, so perhaps that is my cue to finally get to go to bed. I can't wait for Dec. 14th at 5pm. CAN'T EFFIN' WAIT. Oh, and Trans-Siberian Orchestra on the 18th is gonna be freakin' awesome too. Yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113342543147048631?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113342543147048631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113342543147048631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113342543147048631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113342543147048631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-you-hate-when-you-cant-sleep.html' title='Don&apos;t you hate when you can&apos;t sleep...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113333071833965232</id><published>2005-11-29T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:07:58.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my hat :) Well, kinda. It's a different one, but still an awesome fedora. So I'm happy. The next 2 weeks are going to be SO uber busy. 2 design projects, a presentation and a paper due Monday, a final Wednesday, a *HARD* final Friday, another *HARD* final Tuesday and a final that shouldn't be difficult but will be Wednesday. And then I'm going to party. From Wednesday night til the 19th, when I start working again. I say that, but I'll probably just sleep ;) With some booze in there someplace. I don't think Danaca would let me get away with that one. Or Andrea for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sadly, I'm already thinking about next semester. And the suckiness that is to ensue there. Perhaps I should go back to NSM and be a chem or bio major or something. Ugh. I dun wanna. Do anything, that is. BIOE made me happy until it wasn't Biomedical, it was just ECE with some CHEE thrown in. I think the curriculum is kind of dumb and doesn't flow or make sense. It's just a lot of random classes on 2 opposite ends of the spectrum. They need to PICK ONE. Or let us choose which specification we want. Grr. I guess it's a bit late for that now. They're having a "curriculum meeting" next week. Perhaps they'll tell us then just exactly what kind of degree this is supposed to be other than the "we procrastinated and don't want to pay professors to teach undergrad classes even though we don't really have much of a graduate program either" major. Something different would be....grrrreat. *sigh* Enough ranting. I'm going to be happy and enjoy my Christmastime and enjoy my new hat and get thru the next &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; 2 weeks. And then I'm going to enjoy my break and enjoy everything about not being in class for awhile. Then it will be ok to go back to miserable and stressed and full of sadness and worries. But right now I'm listening to Christmas music and wearing my hat and drinking my grape Dr. Pepper and being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a pic of the coolest BIOE chicks ever. (no offense to the other BIOE chicks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/girls.jpg" alt="" 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/5806424-113333071833965232?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113333071833965232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113333071833965232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113333071833965232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113333071833965232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-my-hat-well-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113272103532593124</id><published>2005-11-22T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:49:02.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. The end of the semester is near. Only 3 to 4 more sessions for each class. Then finals. As much as I'm ready....I'm SO not. So much to study for, so many projects. So much time consuming stuff and so little time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happierly, last weekend was fun. Tyler's friend Conrad flew in from Canada, and we all hung out. Friday we saw the new Harry Potter on the IMAX screen. Talk about huge! It was good, they're getting a bit darker as they progress. Saturday my review was cancelled, and we went to Space Center Houston. Tyler proceeded to break a space machine...sigh, what am I going to do with him? ;) They all went out for a (21+) night on the town, so I called up some buddies (Andrea, Lindsey, Kathleen, Brett and Andrea's friend Anu) and we went hookahing. Is that a word? Anyway, apple hookah is awesome. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/DSCF2449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/DSCF2449.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, easier than breathing air, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and I seeing who could get the hookah first. Sadly, she won. Guess I'm just not buff enough ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/DSCF2455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/DSCF2455.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Andi gave it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to go to some party downtown, but ended up back at my apartment boozing instead. An hour or 2 later Tyler, Conrad, Travis, Kim and Stuart showed up. Rather pre-boozed, I might add. Heh, then "some funny stuff happened" that wouldn't be considered PG, so you can ask about it if you want to know ;). And our fire extinguisher almost got sprayed. On someone else. That was a close one teehee. Sunday was a boring day, I worked with my groups on my fluid mechanics and then thermodynamics projects. Woo, fun, only not. Ooh, and yesterday we saw Walk the Line and I got a big green monkey. In fact, I got the biggest, brightest one at the MarqE :) He's the coolest, as is his picker-outer, eh? His name, at least temporarily, is Jim the Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my weekend. One of the more exciting in quite some time. That makes me happy :-D I needed a good relaxing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally got the pics from Holley when we went to Target and tried on hats. Friggin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/heather.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if I only had somewhere to wear this hat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113272103532593124?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113272103532593124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113272103532593124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113272103532593124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113272103532593124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113195333227619261</id><published>2005-11-13T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:29:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know when your head is so teeming with thoughts that you find yourself unable to grasp even one of them? Those nights when you lie awake in the darkness, staring at nothing without realizing it? Those days that seem to pass without ever existing? Or the ones where a minute seems like an eternity as you wait and wait for something that is never to come? Decisions are the worst part of every day, especially the important ones. Especially the hard important ones. Especially the hard important ones that you feel you are walking into rather blindly. Then again, what is life without antagonizing anticipation of that which is probably never to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm rambling. No, there isn't an explanation. At least most likely not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113195333227619261?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113195333227619261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113195333227619261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113195333227619261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113195333227619261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-know-when-your-head-is-so-teeming.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113177748534715203</id><published>2005-11-11T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:38:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me the cab driver...or razorblade</title><content type='html'>That's how it feels. I'm like the person who comes into the life of another, in one way or another helps them from A to B, and then is gone. Perhaps it's my fault, I'm sure that is what a lot of other people would say if I hadn't. But I dunno, sometimes it seems like that's all I'm good for. I'm the friend who makes you feel better for awhile, gives you a shoulder to cry on when you need it, but isn't good enough for anymore. Or the girlfriend who is easily replacable by some hotter girl who has less opinion. That's the word...disposable. Once I get dull I get thrown in the trash. Of course there are exceptions I suppose. Those few few FEW people who, even if you don't talk regularly are pretty much ALWAYS there for you. But for the most part, every few years it's to the trash can for me. Where I proceed to start anew I suppose. And so I ask myself (and everyone reading this), is this something most people experience, or is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113177748534715203?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113177748534715203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113177748534715203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113177748534715203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113177748534715203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-call-me-cab-driveror-razorblade.html' title='Just call me the cab driver...or razorblade'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113152027490733377</id><published>2005-11-08T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:11:14.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I have decided that "chick flicks" are bad. Not because there's no bloody, gory death. That (or the lack of) is fine with me. They are bad because people are SO not like that. I mean I guess that's obvious, but walking out of a movie and wanting to be surprised by champagne and a bed of rose petals or being blindfolded and brought to a rooftop for a candle-lit dinner complete with violin player or something like that? WHO GETS THAT? If you do, let me know, because I think you really live in like 1800. Maybe. Or in a movie. For real. Anyway, this just came about because of a conversation I was having, and I thought I should post about it. Movies like that lead to far to high of expectations for guys. (no offense) But for real. Guys don't even buy flowers (unless they're in trouble or someone tells them that they will be in trouble if they don't buy them), not to mention spending the time to spread them over a room, haha! But don't worry, girls are just as bad. They just dream up all the stuff and then expect it without saying anything, only to be let down because, as I've heard, guys can't read minds. Imagine that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that's all. Let's see what everyone has to say about this one. (that means comment)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113152027490733377?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113152027490733377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113152027490733377' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113152027490733377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113152027490733377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-i-have-decided-that-chick-flicks.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113132653013975315</id><published>2005-11-06T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:22:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty uneventful again. Had an exam and class Saturday. Tried a new restaurant, Maggiano's, it was really good. Then watched a movie. Isn't that the most exciting day ever? Thought so. Today was nice, slept in and such. Went to dinner with the parents &amp; grandparents. They got to meet Tyler, which made them happy I guess. Pretty uneventful. They don't hate each other ;) Yeah, I think that's all. Now I'm pretending to study. I really want the semester to be over *sigh* It's getting to be that time in the semester. It also sucks that school is basically all I have to talk about. Guess that's what I get for being a nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113132653013975315?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113132653013975315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113132653013975315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113132653013975315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113132653013975315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-weekend-was-pretty-uneventful.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113115520000318380</id><published>2005-11-04T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:46:40.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, not too much new here. This week was filled with...blah. Note: if you are going to do a juice fast, find a better one than the one I found. Definitely. So yeah, that was not my brightest idea ever. Saw a special preview of Jarhead Tuesday, kind of by accident and good timing. And that's about it, other than some studying. Right now some jackass is blaring his terrible sounding, rattling base in the parking lot of my apartment complex. Douchebag. Anyway, so tomorrow morning is my circuits exam. This class seems a lot dumber the second time around. And the people in it are definitely a lot dumber. Then I have Saturday class to make up for the hurricane. I've decided that Rita was the worst idea ever. ugh. I have Saturday class for one class or another every Saturday til finals. Except next Saturday. That's (just) my fluids exam. So many exams all at one time. Bastards. But it's ok, I'm not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go talk to the director of my program and be like "what the fuck are we going to end up with when we graduate?" Because I think what he will tell me will be interesting. Either complete bullshit or "you're expected to go into grad school, unfortunately our program is so ass-backwards the only place you can go is here" Only I guess he wouldn't tell me that...eh. But it would be interesting to see what he thinks the program gears us for. I say...nothing. That's why I'm thinking I'm gonna switch out. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. It's been a pretty uneventful week. Oh, Jarhead was good, by the way. I recommend it, if you like that type of movie. And even if you don't it might still be interesting *shrug* Oh, and birthday cake ice cream still rocks. But someone ate all my spray whipped cream, though it may have been me. But I don't think it was...*absent minded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and go &lt;a href="http://www.illwillpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and watch Foamy. He (among other things) cheers me up when I'm feelin' down. Maybe there's a squirrel on campus like him. I just keep hoping :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113115520000318380?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113115520000318380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113115520000318380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113115520000318380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113115520000318380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-not-too-much-new-here.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113078663015566364</id><published>2005-10-31T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:52:59.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this weekend proved to be fun and completely non productive. It was great :) Last weekend like that for a while most likely. Friday I went with a few people to Jefferson Davis Hospital (which has been turned into townhomes, by the way) There was a roof party, which was cool, nothing scary or haunted happened though. Then we went to Humble to another party, where JP proceeded to pass out. So we let him chill for awhile and Eetion and uh...other people? carried him to the car where he vomited on Anne Marie (poor girl) Got home around 530 I think? Saturday was Chaney's (sp?) party that Tyler brought me to. Yay for Tinkerbell. And tall stripper shoes. It was a fun night :) I only have a few pictures right now, hopefully I'll get more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Andrea, Brandon, Dr. Dude?, Chaney, Travis, Kim, me, Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/halloween2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler, Kim &amp; Travis. Boob grabbing galore ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was nice and relaxing. Well lazy explains it better. Left the couch-bed long enough to go to IHOP. And when I went home of course. It was a sleepy, comfy day. And now it's Monday and there is much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~~~~~~~~~~Edit~~~~~~~~~*&lt;br /&gt;I have more pics now, so here goes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/tylerheather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/tylerheather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and me. Too bad you can't see the Canadian flag belt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/kimapple.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/kimapple.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and her poison apple. It wasn't the alcohol, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a cab. It was cold outside, especially for such a scanty costume, no? My wings kept me warm ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/strippershoes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/strippershoes.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the stripper shoes. I didn't fall ONCE at the party! :) Be proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113078663015566364?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113078663015566364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113078663015566364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113078663015566364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113078663015566364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-this-weekend-proved-to-be-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113060979900347158</id><published>2005-10-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:16:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;53%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;|||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;64%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;57%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stability&lt;/span&gt; results were low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/span&gt; results were medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/span&gt; results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trait snapshot&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;paranoid tendencies, irritable, anxious, fidgety, dependent, worrying, emotionally sensitive, prone to regret, depressed, second guesses self, somewhat fragile, dislikes change, prefers organized to unpredictable, suspicious, phobic, craves attention, not a risk taker, low self control, very sensitive to criticism, unadventurous, does not make friends easily, defensive, obsessive, low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ahref&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ahref&gt;&lt;/ahref&gt;How come they can't make these balanced? Like where they show the good part too? Instead of just "you're fucking crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref&gt;&lt;/ahref&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/5806424-113060979900347158?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113060979900347158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113060979900347158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113060979900347158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113060979900347158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113039159025346301</id><published>2005-10-26T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T10:51:18.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Lidge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that sweeping disaster is over...Backe is awesome. New favorite ;) They totally don't give him enough credit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now for the not baseball. This week has been kind of nice; not too much to do (comparatively), just some homework and such. The next few weeks though...gah. Doom. I fail to understand why professors feel they MUST schedule all exams at the same time. It fills me with anger. And stress. Apparently a lot of BME's are doing worse than I though. Which isn't good, obviously, but at least I know I'm not in this sinking boat alone. This weekend should be fun, halloween party with Tyler &amp; Co. I'm Tinkerbell teeheehee. It will be probably my last bit of real free time 'til after finals. *sigh* Thinking about that sucks...especially since that is 10.29 and finals are over...12.14? Maybe I'll be able to afford a day or so of leisure during T-day break. And I don't consider camping leisure, by the way. (Though it is "in-tents" hehe, that was a stolen joke) I feel kind of bad because my mum asked me to shuttle them for the triathlon this weekend, but I said I was busy. Which, I mean...I am busy, technically...just more by choice. I also kind of feel bad b/c it's been like...2.5 months since Tyler and I kinda started dating I guess, and they still haven't met him. *shrug* That's a "long time" for them. But it's not my fault they go out of town when I don't have exams. Or that they're too lazy or busy or whatnot to drive down here. So I don't feel too bad about that I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, it's late. And I still have stuff to do. Sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113039159025346301?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113039159025346301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113039159025346301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113039159025346301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113039159025346301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-lidge-youre-fired.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113028230861909114</id><published>2005-10-25T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:18:28.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, who makes this stuff?</title><content type='html'>According to &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/death"&gt;our research&lt;/a&gt;, you'll be dead by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2063 &lt;br /&gt;at age 77  &lt;br /&gt;- probable cause - &lt;br /&gt;cancer  &lt;br /&gt;YOU DIE:   76.9 years  &lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE FEMALE LIFE SPAN:   77.1 years  &lt;br /&gt;As you can plainly see, you have no more health &amp; vitality than the average woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have approximately 20914 days left on this earth.  &lt;br /&gt;You've already lived 26% of your life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ...You mean to tell me I've wasted over 1/4 of my life with nothing to show for it? Makes me want to take a nice long vacation to Fiji. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113028230861909114?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113028230861909114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113028230861909114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113028230861909114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113028230861909114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow-who-makes-this-stuff.html' title='Wow, who makes this stuff?'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-113020585270568909</id><published>2005-10-24T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:07:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever get that "used" feeling? It kinda sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got 2 exams back today. Biomechanics, the one everyone thought they got a 30 on...well, it was graded out of 30. Heh, so that would have actually been nice. I think the prof closed one eye and squinted the other to grade it. And thinks we're really dumb. No one got below a 60 even though no one knew what they were doing. Fabulous. Did decent there. Then got my fluids exam back. I think my grade was a gift. Like, I didn't do wonderful but I was expecting a 40 or something. A couple people I know got 30's range, I feel bad for them :-/ But it was because they didn't put much/any effort, so I don't feel too bad. I was right at the average. AND, believe it or not, Fleischer CURVED *jaw drops*. Craziness. Apparently this class is just dumb. But I guess everyone being dumb is better (for me) than me failing. So I'll take dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone left the balcony door open in my apartment. And the screen door to it as well. While no one was here. That makes me kind of angry for 2 reasons; 1- bugs and 2- dishonest theiving rapists. Especially since it's dark outside when I get home. I'm pretty well pissed off about it. At least enough to say something here without fear or care of whatever the person who did it is going to say to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start doing some kind of exercise. I feel blah. And my cute pants are almost too tight. Bastards. I just haven't decided what yet. Or when the hell I'm gonna find time. Now I see why I swam so much before. Maybe that's why I was so freakin' hyper energetic. Which I think is really weird, even though I understand the mechanism behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'stros better pick it up tomorrow thru Thursday. Kick Sox ass while the rules are ours. Like I said, Astros in 6. That means 4 in a row, guys. I know you can do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing walking in my cute stripper shoes for Halloween. They look like this only they have ribbon that...laces? up my legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/snaz75_1865_19712458.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/snaz75_1865_19712458.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny when I bought them, the lady was like "are these for Halloween or...no?" to which I said "Yeah, just Halloween." I should have just said I was a stripper. It would have been funnier. To me at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-113020585270568909?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/113020585270568909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=113020585270568909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113020585270568909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/113020585270568909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/ever-get-that-used-feeling-it-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112995581878176655</id><published>2005-10-21T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:42:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I'm always stuck in the middle, eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style='border:1px solid black'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;You are a   &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;Social Moderate&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=#a8a8a8 size=3&gt;(55% permissive)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and an...   &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;Economic Liberal&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=#a8a8a8 size=3&gt;(38% permissive)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are best described as a:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=+2&gt;&lt;U&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;Centrist&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;TABLE id=thetable height=375 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=375 background=http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif border=0 name="thetable"&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=212&gt;  &lt;TD width=187&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD width=187&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;  &lt;TR height=162&gt;  &lt;TD width=187&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top align=left width=187&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;TABLE id=thetable height=375 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=375 background=http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg border=0 name="thetable"&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=212&gt;  &lt;TD width=187&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD width=187&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;  &lt;TR height=162&gt;  &lt;TD width=187&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top align=left width=187&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/politics'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, fluids exam in 11 hours and 53 minutes. Then Chicago at 2 :) yay! Katie is coming to stay, at least last I heard. And, uh, relaxing after my bout with the uber exams. I kinda sorta get some time off :) But not really. I'm just going to pretend like I do for now. Ok, back for a little more studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112995581878176655?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112995581878176655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112995581878176655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112995581878176655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112995581878176655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/guess-im-always-stuck-in-middle-eh.html' title='Guess I&apos;m always stuck in the middle, eh?'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112991932575715689</id><published>2005-10-21T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:28:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fluids sucks. I wish I could take the class but not the exams. It's really interesting, but my GPA is definitely mad at me for taking it. Thermo too. Man, this was supposed to be the "prove I can be a ChemE" semester. Suck. Maybe I should go back to biology. Eww. Can't say that wouldn't be a let down. Especially after all the math I've taken that I wouldn't use. And all the stupid people that I'd have to stab. Yep. Exam tomorrow, 10am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Andrea introduced me to Bowling for Soup. And they're awesome. Awesome. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112991932575715689?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112991932575715689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112991932575715689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112991932575715689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112991932575715689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/fluids-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112970189027235318</id><published>2005-10-18T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:08:12.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely a 'grrr' day...week...whatever</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were wondering, looking through page after page of hastily, badly done Excel spreadsheet for 80 billion different things....sucks. How hard is it to create a neat spreadsheet? I mean REALLY. It's not. Christ, when will people learn...if you're giving the SAME data just over different time frames...just make it the SAME FORMAT. And don't leave shit out yet expect me to have statistics for it. Dummies. I'd say 'worst spreadsheet ever' but then I'm sure someone would give me one that is worse and make me do something with it. So we'll just say bad. Annoyingly, time-wastingly bad. Oh, and making up your own abbreviations for medical terms is annoying too. They have STANDARD ABBREVIATIONS FOR EVERYTHING! I've known a lot of them for going on 4 years now. That means I learned them in highschool. You're a fuckin' RN. You should DEFINITELY know them. I bet you don't write in your charts like that. Otherwise, I bet every other RN on the floor hates you. Because no one would be able to read what the hell you are saying. Just like me. Thank goodness I'm done with the long one. Now just 2 'short' ones. Short being only 250 people (between the 2)instead of 1 with 420. And that, folks, is my random rant of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but in other Heather's world news, I FINALLY got my iPod. It's fantastic. Yay me. I introduced Tyler to tapioca tea this evening. I think he liked the tea, but not the whole "chew your tea" idea. But it was pretty funny to watch anyway :) Maybe if it was more tea and just a lil tapioca it'd be better for him :P This week sucks so far. And it's just getting worse. Did decent on my circuits exam. Don't want to talk about my thermo exam. (that probably means don't ask about it) It sucks because I rather like the class, too. Or I did. Now I'm just angry when I think about it. Way to ruin something. Grr. I just need Saturday to come around. After noon. I'm going to see &lt;em&gt;Chicago &lt;/em&gt;at 2. Then Katie is coming out at some point and staying til Sunday. I wish I could win cool stuff. Like the lottery, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's late and I have to be up early. Dammit. Oh, and I freakin' wanna see &lt;a href="http://www.trans-siberian.com/intro.html"&gt;Trans-Siberian Orchestra&lt;/a&gt;. Tell me if you want to go too. Ticket stuff is on the site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112970189027235318?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112970189027235318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112970189027235318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112970189027235318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112970189027235318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/definitely-grrr-dayweekwhatever.html' title='Definitely a &apos;grrr&apos; day...week...whatever'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112918548351736669</id><published>2005-10-12T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:24:14.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweet delete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112918548351736669?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112918548351736669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112918548351736669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112918548351736669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112918548351736669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/sweet-delete.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112909944285695356</id><published>2005-10-11T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:44:02.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late-night blogging</title><content type='html'>seems to be quickly becoming a trend for me. One that should probably stop, since I have PLENTY to be doing. Yet here I sit, not really with much to say, with even less to say publicly, and with the hope of sleep soon settling in my mind. I saw A History of Violence, which I thought was pretty good. Weird, which added to the good. It had the guy from LOTR in it....Viggo Mor..somethin. It was definitely pushed to the graphic side, like in the first 5 minutes. Fluids is getting harder. Luckily I'm catching it in time to fix it. Get some help and whatnot. I hope. I started writing a little again. Not a lot, just enough to fill a few more pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning is just the end of an old one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see &lt;a href="http://www.trans-siberian.com/index-main.php"&gt;Trans-Siberian Orchestra&lt;/a&gt; when they come on Dec. 18th. I think that would be pretty awesome. Tickets aren't crazy expensive, and they're having 2 shows that day. I guess it's just the Christmas thing. The music is always pretty, and TSO just adds... "freakin' awesome" to it. *shrug* We'll see I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the solutions to my circuits exam. Bitchin' awesome. I don't remember what I did for the 1st question, but my answers are the same or extremely similar for the rest. Which is great. Maybe this time around I'll kick class ass instead of the other way 'round. Then again, it might not matter if I don't need it, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw another play this weekend. On campus. I was a bit wary, but it was really good! Funny funny. &lt;em&gt;Arms and the Man&lt;/em&gt; by George Bernard Shaw. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised. Only 2 plays left to see this semester. Maybe 3 if I find time. That one's a little iffy. I want to see &lt;em&gt;Chicago&lt;/em&gt; too. Might get some not-so-freakin-expensive seats to that one and go see it sometime soon. Haven't decided yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112909944285695356?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112909944285695356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112909944285695356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112909944285695356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112909944285695356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/late-night-blogging.html' title='Late-night blogging'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112901220114433642</id><published>2005-10-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:30:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not looking forward to my thermo exam. I will be taking it 12 hours from now. :( Nobody knows what really to expect from Dr. Economou...nobody. *sigh* Such is life I suppose. Today was an unhappy day. Not really a bad day, just unhappy. I think I irritated people without meaning to. :-/ Good intentions, bad follow through I suppose. Guess I'll see tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twinkiesproject.com"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; made me laugh though. Just one more reason people from Rice are super plus nerdy. But it was worth the non-studying time to read it. I recommend clicking. I found another interesting site, but the link is not handy and I don't feel like looking for it right now. It was a cool zero-grav water drop thing. Complete with video. I'll look for it some other time maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cupsofcoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; is going to be coaching a Special Olympics team. I thought that was cool, though something I could (or would) never do. Crazy awesome dedication to something like that. So happy birthday (yesterday) and mad props to her for being super awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the 22nd to come and go so that I can almost have a little time to relax. Exam after exam after exam make Heather go crazy...crazier. Whatever. :-P I was promised an instant 'just add water' degree. Waiting for that one. :) In just over a month is Thanksgiving break. The most looked forward to and necessary non-break of the semester. Coming back unwillingly to many end-of-semester-tie-it-all-together-projects and then finals. Its a little saddening that like 40-50% of my grade comes from a 3 week span. Oye. My parents want me to drive out to BFE and go camping for T-day. Not so keen on that one. Kinda sucks. We'll see if these make believe plans really develop. Here's to hoping not. But I'll play good daughter if they do anyway most likely. Unless the to do list gets past my eyeballs. To the eyeballs is doable. Past...well then I can't see anymore ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112901220114433642?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112901220114433642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112901220114433642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112901220114433642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112901220114433642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-not-looking-forward-to-my-thermo.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112880526083004851</id><published>2005-10-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:01:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have almost a little free time in the midst of my uber busy day today. So I thought I'd post. My circuits exam went...eerily well. I'm kind of scared about that. You shouldn't walk out of an exam all...confident. Bad news bears. We'll see. My professor takes off points for existence, so even if I did well I could still do bad...if that makes sense. The last week or so has been really busy and the next few are looking to be even moreso. And then I get a break in December. Kind of. Maybe. At least it will be a month or so of something easier. Oh, and a new request. Since I tend to forget "important" things when I get busy. When you see me, just every so often, not every time because then I'll go nuts...ask me the last time I ate real food. I might not answer...or remember, it's just more to make sure I don't forget to eat for a few days. Cuz we all know that it isn't at the top of my 'remember-to-do' list. Yeah, I'm forgetful. Maybe I should write it in my planner. Then I'd remember. Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Going to see another play tomorrow. Yay :) Another exam Tueday. *eek* Nobody knows what to expect from the professor. Not good. Not good at all. But, I suppose we shall see soon enough, eh? My cool shirt got shipped out. It's gonna be here soon! Sooner than my iPod. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112880526083004851?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112880526083004851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112880526083004851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112880526083004851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112880526083004851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-have-almost-little-free-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112870760326520596</id><published>2005-10-07T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T12:00:35.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time tomorrow my circuits exam will be over. Man, am I ever worried about it. I already took this exam once...but Dr. Dave is going to prove to be a much more difficult professor I think. Which sucks. Circuits is just really dumb to me. I hate studying for something and feeling like I'm wasting my time. It makes me want to go do the other, more important 20 billion things I need to do. But I have to do well in this class this time. Bastards. They should have let me through the first time. I was close. Ok, well I guess that's enough bitching from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea's b-day is Monday. I don't think she's doing anything, but I never know. hehe, people don't tell me what's going on, they just tell me to show up. It's great. I guess they think I'm too absent-minded to actually remember what I'm doing or why. This semester has finally and officially been proven "overly busy". When your friend calls you and asks is she can come chill for a few days...and you say "hold on let me look in my planner" you know you're way too busy. And next semester is going to be even worse I think. Except I'm not taking ECE classes. Unless they make me. Which they won't, because no one has any idea what is going on and they just pretend they do. My fluids exam got moved back a week. That makes me the happiest person ever. Except that my circuits exam is tomorrow and that makes me the saddest person ever. hmm, I wonder how those combine :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my major. Normally, one would say "isn't it a bit late for that?" and I would agree, but somehow I've figured it out to where it will only add 1 year on to my life in hell...I mean college. I haven't decided if it's worth it yet, I need to talk to some people. Some people who are more informed and less biased. I also need to do well in the would-be in major classes I'm taking. That's the important part. I think the biggest reason I want to switch is all the ECE classes. They're so DUMB. Like not even hard, really, just DUMB. Like conceptually, really really easy. But then they go out of their way to make it reallllly hard. Unrealistic tricks to make 50+% of everyone fail. Because they aren't ranked well and think that the key to better ranking is failing everyone. I think maybe if they...oh say... did research? or something like that, maybe they'd be ranked higher. But I don't know what I'm talking about. I guess that really is what weed out classes are for. Should probably keep that in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my "Please let me pass my exam" post has turned into a bit more. So it's got some bitching in it, deal. It's my blog. Pshh. But i heart you all if you really made it this far. :-D Here's some food for thought (care of Andrea): What if every Thursday your shoes exploded if you tied them the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I ordered the most awesome shirt last night :P Just have to wait 4 to 7 days for the mail now. Hopefully it won't end up like my (lack of) iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112870760326520596?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112870760326520596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112870760326520596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112870760326520596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112870760326520596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-time-tomorrow-my-circuits-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112840008264642521</id><published>2005-10-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:28:02.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lindsey's make up birthday party (the original was to be during the "hurricane") was Saturday. Out to eat then movies. Good times :) Got a few pics from her Jason, apparently I don't know how to keep my eyes open for pictures... *sigh* But the others were still good, so I'll still put 'em up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/me%26tylerlindseys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/me%26tylerlindseys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tyler at Olive Garden. Yes, the flash was bright. I'm squinty. One might say almost Asian squinty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/Kathleenlinds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/Kathleenlinds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some REAL Asian squinty. And a growl too, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/lindsandjason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/lindsandjason.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl and her boy. I think she just got done hitting him for a lewd comment. :) Probably shouldn't bring that one back up, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/lindscake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/lindscake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linds giving the cake a good ol' blow job. We all had some after ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/metylerlindscake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/metylerlindscake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, we all had some after...with ice cream too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more pictures, but I don't want to write commentary for all of them, and what fun is it to just look at pictures??? EXACTLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112840008264642521?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112840008264642521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112840008264642521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112840008264642521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112840008264642521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/lindseys-make-up-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112818392516720059</id><published>2005-10-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:25:25.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity</title><content type='html'>...was awesome. Definitely. Though the series might still have been better. Hope they either make another movie or bring the series back, somethin. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112818392516720059?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112818392516720059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112818392516720059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112818392516720059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112818392516720059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/10/serenity.html' title='Serenity'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112788883942882016</id><published>2005-09-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:27:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiji cake</title><content type='html'>Andrea and I made Fiji cake today. It was great! Well, actually, she made the cake...and frosted it...and was about to cut it when I said "it needs SPRINKLES!" so we decorated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/233303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/233303.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so its yummy too (the cake). Then Andrea proceeded to stick her finger in hot wax... somehow thinking it wouldn't burn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/233431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/233431.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kooky, eh? Sometimes I wonder about that girl. But, eh, sometimes I wonder about me too, and I'm normal, right? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to dinner with Katie today. Poor kid, so much that could go right for her, yet so much that goes wrong. If you're reading this, hon, *hug* it'll all be ok. Promise. Come stay with me whenever you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112788883942882016?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112788883942882016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112788883942882016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112788883942882016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112788883942882016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/09/fiji-cake.html' title='Fiji cake'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112785895856266845</id><published>2005-09-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:09:18.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel better. No more tweaking out...for now at least :) Got a well needed break from school, going back will be tough, mainly because there will be SO MUCH to do, but that's ok, I'm ready for it now. Waiting to hear about some stuff, waiting to hear some stuff. Few expectations by me, lots of expectations for me. I think - when it comes to school - I work better when there's a lot to deal with. Like several projects at a time. Or it just always ends up that way, something like that. I haven't felt this good in awhile. Especially after getting done with all my junk today. I like what I'm doing, I like where I am...I might complain about stuff but it's all just petty bullshit. *shrug* That's basically it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112785895856266845?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112785895856266845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112785895856266845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112785895856266845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112785895856266845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112751560192058428</id><published>2005-09-23T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:46:41.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baleeted!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it was. More later perhaps? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112751560192058428?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112751560192058428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112751560192058428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112751560192058428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112751560192058428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/09/baleeted.html' title='Baleeted!'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112693251775109941</id><published>2005-09-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:48:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipe Dreams</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I bet most of you thought something very interesting when you read the title of this. Thought maybe it would be an angsty blog about how wrong the world is, but only to me. Well, I'm glad to say, that's not it at all. In 10 hours and 32 minutes, I will be starting my fluids exam, and what can I say other then holy shit, that sucks. I'm pretty nervous about it. I've been studying...a lot. but still not as much as I should have. I'm not sure how I feel though, sometimes I can work through the problems all the way after just a few minutes of thinking; other times I can sit for an hour and still have nothing. Makes me scared. I have a tendency to go mind blank just before an exam starts, only to have all the information come back to me about 10 minutes before time is called. (By the way, 10 minutes isn't long enough to do anything but maybe write your name down) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my laptop last night, I'm pretty unhappy about that. I'm taking it after my exam tomorrow to be (hopefully) repaired. The hard drive is very unhappy with me. Slowly but surely I am transferring all my files to Andrea's laptop for safekeeping until I get mine fixed and back though (thanks Andi!). But it's taking forever. My laptop sends for awhile, gets angry and freezes, has to be rebooted, sends for awhile again....etc. Not very conducive to as much fluids studying as I'd like. But I need to get it done tonight so that I can take it to be fixed tomorrow and just be able to say "just do whatever you have to do" so I don't have to wait. I think I need to keep my laptop inside a protective bubble, it gets hurt too much :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Astros game on Tuesday, we lost but it was still fun :) Got to see two guys fight over the "N" word like 3 feet in front of me. That was a bit scary. Turn around and some guy is choking another guy. Crazy. Other than that, haven't really done much of anything other than study and avoid said studying. Tomorrow after exam and computer hassle is comedy club. Should be funny (does that go without saying?) Anyway, should be :) Sunday is work and hopefully finally getting my iPod. Unless they hurry for some reason (USPS, hurry? HAH!) and then it might be here tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, wasn't that the most exciting blog ever? Maybe there will be an inspirational comment that will make up for it. (hint: that means write something good in the comments.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112693251775109941?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112693251775109941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112693251775109941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112693251775109941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112693251775109941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/09/pipe-dreams.html' title='Pipe Dreams'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112659071470598713</id><published>2005-09-12T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:51:27.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, lots of stuff has happened lately, no? Since I haven't posted at all this month yet, I guess I'm a little behind. I've been really, really busy lately. I guess it makes me glad I scheduled breaks between my classes, they get used everyday. For homework mostly, sometimes for lunch. I'm pretty proud of myself, I've only missed one class, and that was theatre when I felt really cruddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also made much much use of my breaks from school. This is the first semester EVER that I've truly had Fridays off completely. It's really nice. Granted I work Fridays now since there's no school, but it's pretty mindless and doesn't require me to ever think about an integral or a derivative or a torque or a cross product....ever. In fact, I highly doubt that anyone I work with even knows what that means. Which is fine and dandy with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends as of late have been filled with interesting and fun things too, especially when I'm not working. Labor Day weekend was filled with movies and "Sociables" with Tyler and Travis, Kim, and their neighbors, and late night swimming.  Last weekend was Brittnee's b-day party, so after a scrumptious dinner made by Andrea (thanks :-D) we all went to Sambuca for some jazz. Note: Sambuca is a restaurant. I did not realize this. That was kind of awkward for a bit, but fun anyway. :) And we all had a good time. There was issue, but it's over and I like to reminisce of the happy, not the not-so-great. Sunday was good too. Went to IHOP for breakfastlunch, and then had to uber rush back from halfway to Katy to get to the play on time. But thanks to fast car (that I got to drive back to my apartment from Sambucas!), we made it in time. I thought the play was really good. "Comedic tragedy" definitely fits. (It was called An Empty Plate at Café du Grand Boeuf) I like Main Street Theatre too, it's pretty small (we were about 20 or 25 feet from center stage) but I think that adds to the appeal. You see the actors right there in front of you, it just makes you feel closer to the action I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's caught me up from my lack of blogging lately, I forsee me continuing to be really busy, perhaps even moreso pretty soon and for the rest of the semester, so I guess I find time where I make it...More stories to come soon though, I'm sure. Tomorrow...well today now I guess as it is Tuesday now is an Astros game. Apparently they're out of the race for wild card, which sucks, but I still want to go see them play. I waited all summer with no one wanting to go, so now I get to go watch my game. :P I guess if I have to become a hockey fan, someone can become a bit of a baseball fan, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112659071470598713?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112659071470598713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112659071470598713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112659071470598713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112659071470598713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-lots-of-stuff-has-happened-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112519192255971121</id><published>2005-08-27T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:18:42.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With every good thing comes another bad one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a pet. I wish I had time for one. :( Fishies just don't cut it. You can't hold them. But, I know that I don't have time for a "real" pet, so fishy it is. Poor Dogbert. I love him, I promise. He's the best fish ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would never have guessed you can be at your highest and your lowest at the same point in time. It is an interesting feeling. Like being ripped apart and held together at the same time. Not too surprisingly, I like it and hate it at the same time. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112519192255971121?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112519192255971121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112519192255971121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112519192255971121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112519192255971121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/08/with-every-good-thing-comes-another.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112466313232608271</id><published>2005-08-21T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:28:38.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few new things to wonder about.</title><content type='html'>Wow. I should never be bored and online again. The things I find fill me with a sadness of awe. I mean look at &lt;a href="http://www.gizmodo.com/gadgets/gadgets/weapons/gun-hair-dryer-037209.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/1600/gundrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2571/235/320/gundrier.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, you can now point a gun at yourself, pull the trigger, and dry your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's &lt;a href="http://www.strongenoughtobreak.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah, all those bands you either absolutely were in love with or wanted to murder when you were 13 are back. The Spice Girls are back together too. But a movie? I mean come on...But hey, you can't hate them too much, especially if you liked them when you were little. That would be like saying you were a moron when you were 13. And we can't have that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Post edit**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, there is &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8962022/site/newsweek/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For all the guys out there who are "angry" and giant assholes but don't want to change. Obviously what you need is a syndrome, not a foot up the ass. Jeez, I'm so tired of everything being a disease. When are the things that bother me about people going to become diseases so that we can quarantine all THOSE people on a deserted island which we then blow up? I'm waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112466313232608271?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112466313232608271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112466313232608271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112466313232608271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112466313232608271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/08/few-new-things-to-wonder-about.html' title='A few new things to wonder about.'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112451193287203480</id><published>2005-08-19T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:25:32.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aristocrats.</title><content type='html'>This was quite possibly the worst movie ever. No, I can't say that. It wasn't even a movie. A movie...hell, even most porn, at least TRIES to have a plot. This "movie" was more of a "documentary" on...well...nothing. Ok, it was about the "worst joke ever" But who wants to sit and listen for an excessively long 86 min to ONE joke? And not even a funny one at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to sum it up: Don't go see this movie. Not even if it's free. Not even if someone tells you it's good. It's not. I don't generally talk about how bad a movie is. But I think people need to be saved from this one. I want my hour and a half back. And my $6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112451193287203480?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112451193287203480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112451193287203480' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112451193287203480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112451193287203480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/08/aristocrats.html' title='The Aristocrats.'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112390978544563971</id><published>2005-08-12T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:17:33.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. In reading the blogs of others, mine seems pretty shallow. It almost makes me think I should start posting some of the longer rambles I occasionally spew onto the page, but which never make it past the "Save as Draft" key. I find life is hard to appreciate sometimes. Even when it's going well, or maybe especially when it's going well. I know I've had far from a "difficult" life, my trials and tribulations are child's play compared to the difficulties of those I know. But this is also something that one becomes accustomed to - the ease and relaxedness at which one can float through life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for those of you who are about to kill me for seeming to complain about this, the story continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have had it easy as a kid, I may have had it easy as an adolescent, hell, I probably still have it easy now. But "easy" is getting harder. Easy takes more and more work each day, which, by definition, kind of makes easy....not so. I'm not complaining, not at all - maybe a little - but really, I kind of enjoy it. Sure, I'll bitch and complain about it all day, but in the end, it kind of feels good. More like "new but itchy sweater" good, not like "raging orgasm" good. Granted, I haven't done too well at this added level of difficulty, but I'm trying. And I'm getting better. But at the same time I'm getting very burnt out. I'm at a point where I don't really know what to do, where to turn or how to get there. I think I know where I'd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to be, but I don't know how feasible it is to make it there. But I guess that's part of "not so terribly easy" is not knowing. And I guess I don't know if that's even true...time will tell I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as &lt;a href="http://www.cupsofcoffee.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; said, and I move to agree with, I hit myself with a hammer because it does feel so good to stop. So much drama now past, perpetuated by others but; while being abhorred by me, also somewhat welcomed. Especially now that it's gone. Hopefully for good? "Friends" removed, by themselves or others, enemies ignored, and much much more. I like anti-drama. It makes me feel like I'm finally away from the retarded high school mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in light of all of the deep, thoughtful, meaningful posts I have recently read - here is another ramble of ineloquence in the late evening by me. Hope you enjoy. And, as always, comments are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112390978544563971?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112390978544563971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112390978544563971' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112390978544563971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112390978544563971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112328025910568222</id><published>2005-08-05T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:17:39.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty impressed. People have actually been commenting lately. It's kind of cool, I like it. I'm feeling a bit better I think. I feel terrible about what I had to do to make it this way, but I think it was necessary. And so I push onward in my quest for happiness. I think I can feel myself getting closer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112328025910568222?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112328025910568222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112328025910568222' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112328025910568222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112328025910568222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-pretty-impressed.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112317427941743081</id><published>2005-08-04T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:56:20.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See what happens when I...nevermind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. And all I had to do was pick my favorite picture. Guess it really is worth a thousand words. Or at least however many that was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: February 4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 4th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincere and honest, you are a serious and hard working individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 4 has something of an inhibiting effect on your ability to show and express affections, as feeling are very closely regulated and controlled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a good deal of rigidity and stubbornness associated with the number 4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 rocks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112317427941743081?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112317427941743081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112317427941743081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112317427941743081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112317427941743081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/08/see-what-happens-when-inevermind.html' title='See what happens when I...nevermind...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112311596273534658</id><published>2005-08-03T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:39:22.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think blog is a really ugly word. I don't like it. I would go to LJ, but it's a pain in the ass. Or Xanga, but I don't like it. So here I sit, with the ugly word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about who I am today. Came up pretty short. I guess I should work on finding that out a little better. I think who I want to be and what I've become are two very different people, and I'm not sure if I like either of them... guess only a little time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112311596273534658?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112311596273534658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112311596273534658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112311596273534658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112311596273534658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-blog-is-really-ugly-word.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112292298293301876</id><published>2005-08-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:03:02.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I guess I've been a bit unhappy lately. Obviously. School is filled with torture, I don't like my research and I need a break from my so-called break. But I guess i shouldn't be down about it, it's not like there is anything I can do to fix it. At least not right now. So I've decided that is something I'm going to work on...the disliking everything I'm doing. And perhaps in a bit of time it will show. I figure if I'm this good at not being happy, I can be pretty good at being happy too. So maybe if you see me looking down you'll help me out and say somethin' nice. That would be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112292298293301876?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112292298293301876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112292298293301876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112292298293301876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112292298293301876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-so-i-guess-ive-been-bit-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112219102729094114</id><published>2005-07-24T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:43:47.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So maybe it isn't everyone else that I'm disenchanted with. Maybe it's just myself. I had more to say but I don't want to sound angsty or whatever. Plus I'm sure no one cares anyway. Opinions welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112219102729094114?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112219102729094114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112219102729094114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112219102729094114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112219102729094114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-maybe-it-isnt-everyone-else-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112209775903363257</id><published>2005-07-22T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:37:41.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bright and sunny eternity in hell.</title><content type='html'>I feel like people have taken everything I value, everything I love, everything I have come to think well of in this world...put it in a box, and shit on it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care anymore. Call me what you want. I'm tired of it, I'm tired of caring, hell, if you're going to say something, I'm probably fucking tired of you. So go on, make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Reflections-&lt;br /&gt;looking back at you&lt;br /&gt;driving you insane&lt;br /&gt;the mirror man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moves just like you&lt;br /&gt;looks just like you&lt;br /&gt;it's all backwards&lt;br /&gt;like your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112209775903363257?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112209775903363257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112209775903363257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112209775903363257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112209775903363257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-bright-and-sunny-eternity-in-hell.html' title='What a bright and sunny eternity in hell.'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-112145181381969469</id><published>2005-07-15T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T11:24:10.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>since it was asked of me...</title><content type='html'>the water laps the shore&lt;br /&gt;the red sun sets&lt;br /&gt;its reflection&lt;br /&gt;like fresh blood&lt;br /&gt;puddling outward&lt;br /&gt;growing ever larger&lt;br /&gt;only to recede again&lt;br /&gt;as if sucked back by a sponge&lt;br /&gt;a futile attempt&lt;br /&gt;to clean it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps more to come later if people don't hate this one. I like feedback. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-112145181381969469?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/112145181381969469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=112145181381969469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112145181381969469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/112145181381969469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/07/since-it-was-asked-of-me.html' title='since it was asked of me...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111942199035988147</id><published>2005-06-21T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:33:10.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...I saw &lt;a href="http://www.scrollingbuckle.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and it made me sad. So gratuitous. It screams "here is a reason for you to stare at my penis/vagina and pretend like it is my belt you're looking at" Ugh. BUT, it's a GREAT DEAL at ONLY 29.99 and 6.49 S&amp;H! BUY NOW! Wouldn't YOU like to be the first on your block with an LED message scrolling across your crotch? I thought so. If I ever see anyone wearing one of those...I think I'll cry. Unless they're Asian (no offense to Asian people, the LED thing is just natural I guess). I guess that is my rant for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found and pulled out my book of poetry today too. Read some old ones, tried to write some new ones. Some are ok, some are so-so, some should have been torn out before they were written. But they all remind me of my past, my successes and failures, my achievements and mistakes. Plus they're in a Cat-in-the-Hat notebook, and who could tear pages out of that? Say something and I'll post a few maybe. *shrug* who knows, someone else might like them too. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111942199035988147?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111942199035988147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111942199035988147' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111942199035988147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111942199035988147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/06/so.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111786603622216655</id><published>2005-06-03T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:20:36.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just push "play"</title><content type='html'>I can't decide if I get in the way of life or if it gets in the way of me. It seems like the harder I try, the harder I fail. But I feel like if I don't try there is no use in even being here. I think I'm even going to fail at Fiji. I don't think I'll ever make it there, and if I do...I don't think it will be like I've always hoped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream I had about a week ago still haunts me. It feels important but I don't know what it's telling me. The girl in it seems like she's supposed to represent me, she has my cellphone...but I never actually see her. I dunno, guess time will tell. If you wanna hear more ask, but you probably won't. It's ok, I probably wouldn't either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111786603622216655?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111786603622216655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111786603622216655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111786603622216655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111786603622216655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-push-play.html' title='just push &quot;play&quot;'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111705808720491379</id><published>2005-05-25T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:54:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it sounds like bitching but....</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is my sister's 13th birthday. You can definitely tell, too. I guess every little kid does basically the same thing; "Oh, I'm turning 13, inherently I'm the shit, bow and worship me for I am awesome." What I'm wondering is if they realize what they're doing...seriously. Since I have moved back home I have wanted to rip the hair out of my sister's head on an almost daily basis. Her response to everything I say, whether I am talking to her or not is "God, shut up, you're so stupid." I could be wrong, but I REALLY don't remember being &lt;em&gt;that big&lt;/em&gt; of a bitch. Seriously. It's making my stay at home very unenjoyable. I can't wait to move in to my apartment next week, and that is basically solely why. I find myself unable to tolerate her any longer, I have resolved myself to not speaking in her presence, for fear that I might lose my temper and beat the shit out of her. No, that probably never would happen, but she makes me so ANGRY. So, in less than 6 days, I will have all the things that are important to me moved from this place into a new place - a place I can call my own, at least for now. So back to the title, I know it sounds like bitching but really its a long question. Do you remember being a giant bitch when you were 13 because you thought you were the most awesome person in the entire world or something to that effect? Maybe I never got that because everyone was always older than me. Or maybe I did get it. Opinions welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111705808720491379?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111705808720491379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111705808720491379' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111705808720491379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111705808720491379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-it-sounds-like-bitching-but.html' title='I know it sounds like bitching but....'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111664251512857531</id><published>2005-05-20T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:29:42.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new look...</title><content type='html'>...for a new outlook. No, no earth shattering moments. No near death experiences that really just involve me just not paying attention for a few seconds. Nothing really has changed, I just feel...I dunno, I can't even explain it really. Good I guess, for lack of words. Like in Office Space when he gets hypnotized, ya know? Just going with it. I went to the med center today, it looks like I might actually get to start my freakin' project. Like the &lt;em&gt;actual project&lt;/em&gt;, not just the bullshit work. That's exciting I guess. I also told her that I would like to continue looking at different types of research and broaden my knowledge, instead of just being narrow into one field. She seemed to understand, now I just have to find funding and somewhere to work (for the spring semester probably, I'll probably end up staying where I am through fall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like writing this anymore right now, so maybe later. Oh, and Jason, I never got your "all knowing answers" after finals on my last post :P Still waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111664251512857531?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111664251512857531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111664251512857531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111664251512857531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111664251512857531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-look.html' title='A new look...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111544357493758266</id><published>2005-05-06T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:26:15.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions...</title><content type='html'>If you don't have enough to worry about with finals, could you answer some of these? I'd appreciate an answer to any of them. If anyone still reads this that is. If you want me to post it prettier or more readable or whatever, say something and I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't live for the moment, what are you living for? Can you live for a person? Does that really mean you are living for someone else instead of yourself? If you could take one thing back in your life what would it be? Would you REALLY want to take it back? What if you had to give something up for it? Would it still be worth it? If you could live eternally, would you? Even if no one else did? Why do people lie? Where does the incentive come from? Was it built into human nature? Is any human capable of living an entire life span without telling a lie? What is human nature? Do animals have animal nature? If humans are a superior race, why are there so many more problems with human society than animals have with animal society? Are humans just a gag that was created for the rest of the universe to laugh at? Maybe there are bets placed throughout the galaxy on how we will destroy ourselves first. How do you think we will end our race? If everything is so bad for you, why not just mix it together and rub it around? Does anyone besides me think the world would be a better place without people? It might sound stupid but I think that line in the first Matrix where the agent said humanity was a virus is true. Maybe we'll get what's coming to us. If a good, moral person kills a horrible and immoral person, is it wrong? Where is God? Is he dead? Is he capable of dying? If so, wouldn't that make him not God, at least by "our" definition? Are there really miracles? Have you ever seen one? If not, and you say there are, are there also leprechauns? if you say no, why? You haven't seen one of those either... Why do people discredit some things they have never seen and believe wholeheartedly in others? Aren't all unbelieveable, completely awesome things equally unbelievable and awesome? Are people just hypocrites or is there a reason behind this? If it were somehow scientifically proven when the world would end, would you believe those people? What would you do on your potential last day alive? If you weren't on the world when it ended, would you still die? If you didn't, would you want to? Would you ever want the responsibility of repopulating the earth? How far into space will we travel before we find something? If we find something, are we going to try to kill it? Would it be better if we DIDN'T find anything, so that we wouldn't have the chance to corrupt and ruin it? Do you think people are inherently good or evil? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111544357493758266?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111544357493758266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111544357493758266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111544357493758266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111544357493758266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/05/questions.html' title='Questions...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111531618757399664</id><published>2005-05-05T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:03:07.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, can you believe it? It's finals. And there is so much stuff going on. And I'm kind of....well kind of suprisingly filled with trust. It feels good to have it again...its kind of like a warm blanket on a cold night. Snuggly. &lt;br /&gt;By 8pm I will be 1/2way done with my finals for the semester. Hard to believe, isn't it? Especially since most people haven't even started their finals. I find it a little hard to concentrate right now. Maybe it's the sugar from the donuts Blake and I had... I think it's just happy mode. I feel happy. I hope you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111531618757399664?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111531618757399664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111531618757399664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111531618757399664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111531618757399664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-can-you-believe-it-its-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111440264771196977</id><published>2005-04-24T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:17:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What to say? It's been awhile. I'm moving along. the little engine that could. New found love of Dave Matthews Band. its good for me. Not too angry sounding, plus I like the jazz instruments. Apparently I should d/l some Phish too. So i did, i just havent listened to it yet. I think my eyeballs are going to fall out of my head they hurt so bad. fucking headaches. they wont go away and i dunno why. it feels temporarily better when i shower. I think it might be the lights. i hate the lights here, they are so terrible. im glad im moving in june. i should be working on my 4 projects but i dont feel like it. my head hurts too bad. this song is really cool, it has trumpets and sax and everything. real musicians make me happy. not like these fake ass dont know how to play their instruments if they even have any bastards. AND theyre coming 9/5. which is awesome, but only if i get to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111440264771196977?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111440264771196977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111440264771196977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111440264771196977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111440264771196977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-to-say-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111362132604972998</id><published>2005-04-15T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:15:26.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha-HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&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/5806424-111362132604972998?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111362132604972998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111362132604972998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111362132604972998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111362132604972998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/04/ha-ha.html' title='ha-HA!'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111315570536556588</id><published>2005-04-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:55:05.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I say other than owie? :( And I'm such a fuck up. I hope this can be gotten past...and not in the bad way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111315570536556588?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111315570536556588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111315570536556588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111315570536556588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111315570536556588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-can-i-say-other-than-owie-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111198847234740458</id><published>2005-03-27T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:41:12.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh of happy* Things have been gonig well lately. I don't want to jinx it or whatever, but they really have. I've had a bunch of shit to do, but no stressing like usual, just go through and do it. It's quite bitchin'. It's like after a bit over a year and a half, everything finally realized how to function better. I even was kind of sick last week (only the cough remains) and that didn't even dampen my mood. It's fuckin great. I talked to my mom, she's cool with the moving in June, cool with the moving in general, so that's good too. La dee da, got stuff to do, that's it for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111198847234740458?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111198847234740458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111198847234740458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111198847234740458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111198847234740458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/03/sigh-of-happy-things-have-been-gonig.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111092423743370244</id><published>2005-03-15T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:03:57.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I guess it's time to give a real update instead of a random quiz post Spring Break has started well so far, Blake's was a fun time last weekend. Went to the med center yesterday, got some more cells to work with. There's always people there now, other interns and such, so that's cool. They're pretty nice, I just wish we had internet so I could do research there instead of having to do it at home. I've been able to spend lots of time with Jason since spring break started, that's been really nice too. His family is coming down from all over the place, so I get to meet all the people he's been talking about. I'm going to the rodeo with Kellie, Chris and Jason tomorrow, Maroon5 is playing, so that should be fun :) Overall, spring break is turning out well, don't want to jinx it, but it's been relaxing. I need to start studying organic for my exam next week, yeah I should do that...I'll prally start after I eat. MMM spaghetti! I remember now why I don't watch the news so much anymore. So much sad stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111092423743370244?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111092423743370244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111092423743370244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111092423743370244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111092423743370244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-i-guess-its-time-to-give-real.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-111086656072774613</id><published>2005-03-14T21:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:11:19.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a vote...</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a vote, so you should leave a comment and tell me if you agree or disagree with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Individualist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;color:#0000cc;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; number are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-111086656072774613?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/111086656072774613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=111086656072774613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111086656072774613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/111086656072774613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/03/taking-vote.html' title='Taking a vote...'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110945183399745737</id><published>2005-02-26T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T11:14:33.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Donnie Darko!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://images.quizfarm.com/1105247048Donnie_Darko_3.jpg%27" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Mindfuck&lt;/b&gt;. Congratulations, you scored Mindfuck. You've probably seen a lot of movies, and have grown to hate mainstream shit. You're looking for the movie that will leave you breathless, and with 21 questions to think about. Check out: Donnie Darko, Being John Malkovich, Pulp Fiction, Memento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mindfuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Sci-Fi/Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Drama/Suspense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Sadistic Humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mindless Action Flick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="55"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Romantic Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 1389=""&gt;Movie Recommendation.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110945183399745737?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110945183399745737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110945183399745737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110945183399745737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110945183399745737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/02/yay-for-donnie-darko_26.html' title='Yay for Donnie Darko!'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110827354957435896</id><published>2005-02-12T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:47:40.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not afraid of comments</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sitting here at home. at 11:30 on a Saturday night, doing homework. And I slowly begin to wonder where the hell people get these crazy ideas about how college is one giant party from. I guess maybe if I wasn't an engineering major or something it would be more party less work. Then I think about the future and where I will be compared to those people, and I guess I feel a little better. Maybe I'll bring some good to the world, instead of just some beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my Papa (dad's dad) today and, as always, he gave me his stay in college and do better than i did speech, but this time I felt kind of bad. Normally he says it and it's always the exact same thing pretty much, but he seemed so urgent and more frantic about it. It almost feels like he's holding on to things to see me finish...like thats one of the things he wants to see before he goes, especially since I would be the first one from his side of the family...well...both sides of the family to finish college. I hope that's not the case but I'm kind of scared about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the homework thing. I don't like numerical projects. Actually, I just don't like MATLAB I think. Like I can do all this stuff on paper...then they make me script it into some retarded project and I'm like "well, I can do the first half....dammit." Yep, it's teh suck. If anyone wants to help me, that would be GREAT! That is, if you know what you're doing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well back to the project I can't do....to, uh, not do it some more? Yeah, thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110827354957435896?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110827354957435896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110827354957435896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110827354957435896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110827354957435896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-not-afraid-of-comments.html' title='I&apos;m not afraid of comments'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110774868978413340</id><published>2005-02-06T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T19:58:09.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much time to post, but I thought I'd say a little something. Thank you to all who came to my party, it was so great. You guys made my birthday even more awesome than it already was. I'm so glad to have such great friends who can put aside petty differences for a little while and just hang out all together and have fun. It really meant a lot to me :) Oh, and special thanks to Blake, Jared and Jason for opening their apartment for me so I didn't have to have a crappy dorm party. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110774868978413340?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110774868978413340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110774868978413340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110774868978413340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110774868978413340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-much-time-to-post-but-i-thought-id.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110715773217364731</id><published>2005-01-30T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:48:52.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here at Jason's apartment, I've finished the work I need to get done, or at least as much of it as I am going to do, and I'm waiting for him to finish his thermo homework. So I'm thinking, kind of bored, but that's ok, I don't mind. Anyway, thinking. And then it occurs to me that I don't even really know what I'm thinking about. It's like I'm going through the motions of thinking without actually doing it. So of course, as I realize this, I actually begin to think. And I feel so gipped about it. I realized how much I actually do this; just kind of zone out and ignore everything that is going on, and how much I could be missing out on and I don't even know it. So I keep thinking...and what do I realize but that I'm doing it again. It's like my brain says "Fuck you Heather" and shuts off. Now what kind of person am I that I seem to be incapable of even internal thought, even if this is all I am focusing on. So I focus even harder. And then while I'm thinking and it seems to be working and I can actually begin to figure things out, my mind goes blank. I still know what I was thinking about, but it's like I can't figure out what to do with it. I'm not sure if I'm explaining this very well...it's like my mind has set up a "no pass" zone surrounding certain topics, protecting its fragile self from any more harm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to do about this. It's like, well, I can't even think of what it's like. That just proves my point even more. *sigh* I feel like I'm trapped in an abyss of, well, of nothing. Perhaps I've let myself go too far astray from "normal mental process"(?) and now there is no way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note I suppose, this upcoming Friday is my birthday. This I am actually looking forward to quite a bit, and Saturday even more. Hopefully nothing will ruin the chances of excitement and happiness there, I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110715773217364731?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110715773217364731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110715773217364731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110715773217364731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110715773217364731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-im-sitting-here-at-jasons-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110697658471269372</id><published>2005-01-28T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:38:45.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, just read it. It's good for your eyes.</title><content type='html'>Well, I was looking back at a few blogss ago (since I've only had 2 comments in the last like 7 posts -thanks &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/%7Etarmongaidon"&gt;adam&lt;/a&gt; and jyoti (whose blog address I can't presently think of :-/)- I don't have much else to look at) and I saw my post about being an engineer. I don't remember who said this to me a few days ago (or last week, whatever) but it stuck in my mind and I think it's true. People don't not make it in engineering because they are stupid persay; well maybe some, but I think a lot of people who actually want to be engineers don't make it because of their perspective. Whoever it was that I was talking to said that a lot of people who don't make it through engineering programs don't because they can't think like an engineer. I think I agree with this. Granted obviously that isn't the reason for everyone I'm sure. Some people really aren't smart enough, some people are too lazy, some people realize it isn't what they want to do. But a lot try to go through and can't. It's like there is a mental process that must be learned; of how to go about engineering. Only this learning must take place within oneself, it seems that it can not be taught, not even by the best of professors. This is what worries me about the upcoming generation of people in the workforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear from so many people about how they go through their classes so nonchalantly. Things like "I dunno, I wasn't listening" are just the beginning. There are so many blatant cheaters going through college that I am not only amazed but disgusted. I don't understand how these people can live knowing that one day they will (if God forsakes us all) be doctors or engineers (these are the main people I deal with and see) and they are blatantly cheating in every single one of their classes. Do you want a doctor who cheated in human anatomy? "Der, where's that dang appendix again? Hmm, maybe it's over here" *slices neck* How about a civil engineer designing a bridge for you that has no idea what stresses it can hold? "Gah, what was that equation again? Eh, no matter, we'll just build this bridge out of PVC pipe. It'll save us some money and maybe I'll get a bigger paycheck." I hold a lot of respect for the people I see going through school, and studying their asses off for their B+'s that should be A-'s if it weren't for the fucking cheating bastards who cheated their way better than them. And how the professors let them get by with this I really don't undestand. Ok so it's some fucking paperwork and a little hassle to make these students pay. Whoopty fucking doo. Putting these people out of an education is great for the workforce. We need more honest people to hold the jobs that should require honest and intelligent people. Oh and we need more shitty cheating kicked out of college bastards to work at McDonalds. The professors, by being too lazy to do anything about cheating, are only making things worse for the future. A future of uneducated, incompetent, highly paid workers who do absolutely nothing. And they can't be replaced because no one wants to hire someone who might have a slightly lower GPA but worked their ass off for it and knows their shit. Because that would make sense, and we can't do that now can we? &lt;a href="http://www.adidasjayc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; showed me this webpage by a band called &lt;a href="http://www.kmfdm.net/sty.htm"&gt;KMFDM&lt;/a&gt;. Hilarious, it was. But the more I think about it, the more it seems true. The general population of the US has no fucking clue about anything. But apparently, that's ok, we'll just somehow continue to be in power while paying non-Americans to do all of our work for us, putting our citizens out of jobs, fucking our economy, and making the rest of the world hate us. Because this is how to be "like totally super awesome" (ie a world power) Perhaps I'm a little out of touch with things, but isn't that how to make it where you depend on other countries for everything? People come over from India and are almost junior level college students their first semester here, because they've already learned all the shit we struggle to comprehend. Does that mean they are smarter than us? I'm not sure if it's that or they just decided to care a little more about their educations than fucking backwater-Arkansas-graduate-without-reading. But our educations here are SO much better. That's why if you go to medical school in the US and try to practice professionally pretty much anywhere in Europe, Asia or Africa, you get to go through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;another year of training. I don't think it's the medical practices that are too mcuh different; there are only a few ways you can shove a scalpel into someones stomach and expect them to survive. No, you know why this occurs? Because nobody fucking trusts US doctors. And why should they? All they are taught here is how to do the minimum for a patient and avoid a lawsuit while making enough to afford that new Mercedes Benz. Man, if you get the chance you should read up on malpractice lawsuits. Not the stupid frivolous ones that shouldn't be had in the first place; the real ones. You know how many surgical tools are left &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; patients because doctors forget about them during surgery? A fucking lot. How do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget &lt;/span&gt;about 3 clamps and accidentally sew a womans stomach back up with them still inside? Maybe this was a doctor who cheated his way through medical school. People say no one cheats in medical school because it's so competitive; I say that's bullshit. It's just like undergrad, as long as you aren't in direct competition, who cares if you help each other? Yeah, I think the patients will care, shitface. Perhaps you should think about that like doctors are supposed to instead of thinking about how big your paycheck will be after you rape some woman after anesthesizing her for a procedure you only pretend to do. And then she gets pregnant and you wonder why you're being sued. Jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110697658471269372?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110697658471269372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110697658471269372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110697658471269372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110697658471269372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/01/yes-just-read-it-its-good-for-your.html' title='Yes, just read it. It&apos;s good for your eyes.'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110661551627204563</id><published>2005-01-24T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:11:56.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I wasn't going to do the generic quiz thing, but then I saw this one and so I took it and it just kind of happened ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/fire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.&lt;br /&gt;You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elementquiz.html"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110661551627204563?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110661551627204563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110661551627204563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110661551627204563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110661551627204563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-i-wasnt-going-to-do-generic-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110638142382169369</id><published>2005-01-22T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T00:10:23.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate a lot of things. but not you, no not you. so much else, but i couldnt hate you. i also couldnt hate my blanket - its so warm and soft and its never done anything to make me hate it. i love my blanket. and my pink panther. because theyre always there for me when i need them. i need them now, and theyre here. so i will go to them now i dont want to keep them waiting - it might make it where they arent there for me when i need them. and i need them a lot so i have to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110638142382169369?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110638142382169369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110638142382169369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110638142382169369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110638142382169369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hate-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110594446359513038</id><published>2005-01-16T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:47:43.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What to say...it sucks that school starts tomorrow. I'm kind of pissed off about it, but maybe it will actually be good. I dunno...lots of changes to be made, such mentality change right now, i'm not sure what's going to happen this semester, its really up in the air. I think this might be the semester that determines whether or not I continue to be a biomedical engineer or not. Sadly, I don't know where else to go if i decide to change (or have to) I've spent so much time in this major, it would feel like a waste if i switched. I shouldn't be talking about school yet. I think thats the cause of all of this. I hate it i never want to go back i want to quit and do nothing. find some money on the street and buy my own island. I'll live on half and rent the other half to really rich people to pay for anything i need. i think its a really good idea, maybe there are some islands in Fiji for sale. everyone who's rich wants to go to Fiji right? i guess i'd find out when people started coming or not. well, i guess thats really all...if anyone knows of a way for me to learn without having to deal with school let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110594446359513038?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110594446359513038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110594446359513038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110594446359513038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110594446359513038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110541978450587528</id><published>2005-01-10T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:03:04.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, what to say. So much seems to have happened since my last update. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) most of it was in my head. My poor brain, it's been through so much trauma this break...so many different feelings and emotions...I'm glad things (or me, whichever) have calmed down a little...just in time for the stress of school again. Perhaps I do this on purpose; replace the stress of class with other stresses. I'm not sure why, it's not enjoyable by any means. *shrug* I think perhaps I need a vacation from my vacation. Maybe just a weekend trip to Fiji. Or maybe someone could bring Fiji to me? I'd like that too, if you can think of how, that would be great. There has to be a hammock and drinks in coconut shells with the little paper umbrellas, those are the only restrictions. Oh, and it has to be absolutely wonderful. Hmm. That's what I want for my birthday. The person who gets me this will be my ultimate permanent hero forever. Oooh, and I get to go to Cirque de Soleil the day after my birthday with Jason and his parents. That's freakin' awesome too. I'm really excited about it because from what I heard, it's AWESOME. And I get to see it with J, which is also freaking AWESOME. :-D *sigh* yay for stuff. Like trust. I feel like we're getting more and more of that everyday, which is cool because it's one of those things that is hard to repair, yet we're doing it. Pulling through. And not just sloughing through in knee deep mud anymore either.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry for the fluffy lovey stuff...well, no actually I'm not, but ya know, if it makes you feel better. I guess lyrics should come next, and what could be more fitting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not always rainbows and butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want"&lt;br /&gt;Maroon5- She Will Be Loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love that song. Also Counting Crows "Big Yellow Taxi." That's a cool song too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110541978450587528?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110541978450587528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110541978450587528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110541978450587528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110541978450587528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2005/01/hmm-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110421234674797518</id><published>2004-12-27T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:39:06.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting the fireworks</title><content type='html'>So Christmas is over, the presents all given and recieved, the food all eaten (except a little strawberry pie I'm hiding in the back of the fridge hehehe). I think I'm better off than I was before Christmas, in pretty much every way possible. It's amazing to me how just a holiday can make things better. Just the "spirit" of Christmas can bring a person from tears of worry and sadness to tears of joy.  This Christmas was kind of odd though. It felt like Christmas, but at the same time...it didn't. I really missed my Grandma this year...it's odd to me how she's been gone almost 3 years. It seems like barely 6 months ago to me... everything has been moving so quickly. I look back and my head is spinning at everything I've missed. There are so many more things I've wanted to do by now...I want to slow time so that I can go through and enjoy every beautiful thing that confronts me. I feel like I'm being shoved through a small hole and told that my only objective, my only focus, is BME. I am to have no life, no free time, no friends. I realized over the break that my best friend...the person that I talked to about everything up until college...that I hadn't seen her in 6 months. I found that ridiculous. I know that I'm supposed to be moving beyond everything, but... to leave a best friend behind? Sometimes I look at the path I am leading and wonder if anyone will even be there at the end. In 3, 5 ,10 years, will there be anyone there? I hope so. I've been wondering if the path I have taken is the right one for me. Should I really be an engineer? I mean, come on, look at me...do I look like an "aspiring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ENGINEER"???&lt;/span&gt;  I don't know what else I would do, but sometimes I think I'm making a bad choice. It's not a very good feeling. Being somewhere you aren't sure you want to be...with nowhere else you want to go... I know what I don't want, but somehow that doesn't narrow it down enough. I just hope I don't end up at the end of a dark tunnel with nothing surrounding me but blank faces and shattered dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110421234674797518?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110421234674797518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110421234674797518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110421234674797518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110421234674797518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2004/12/awaiting-fireworks.html' title='Awaiting the fireworks'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110361820895832441</id><published>2004-12-21T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:36:48.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this whole "break" thing...I don't think it understands what it is. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be a time between mass schoolwork in which I don't do too much of anything and just kinda sit around and relax and be happy. Well, the break decided to say "fuck you Heather". The first few days were good, but after that it's been filled with lack of sleeping, sleeping pill and anti-twitch cocktails to go to sleep and appointments. Oh, and I found out I'm anemic too. Apparently quite a bit so. That's why (up until a few days ago) I'd been sleeping so much I guess. So the lady told me some stuff to eat and some stuff to drink and etc etc etc, so that's gonna get worked on sometime too. I'm tired of dealing with things, I'm tired of things being my fault, I'm tired of being a terrible person, I'm tired of feeling bad, I'm tired...of being tired. Oh, and Merry Christmas. And if anyone wishes me a Happy Christmahanukwanzmekah I'll kill them. Stupid commercial. I think Blake might have been right, it's going to be the next damn Hallmark holdiay. If they don't sue them for stealing it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110361820895832441?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110361820895832441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110361820895832441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110361820895832441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110361820895832441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-this-whole-break-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110265717826158638</id><published>2004-12-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:39:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever seen that Christmas story where you have Coldmeiser and Heatmieser? And everything Coldmeiser touches turns to ice and everything Heatmeiser touches melts? Separate, they brought pretty much destruction...but ever wonder what would happen if they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; touched the same thing at the same time? Interesting question. Yes, this has purpose... I'm getting there. I think sometimes people don't see things like these. They see the small picture, the petty arguments, the stupid bad things, but don't look at what happens when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; combines. I do it too, and I really should stop. What I'm trying to say is, perhaps we should stand back and look before us, at what we have had part in creating. I know you're probably saying "oh god please don't say we should join hands and sing Kumbaya" No, that's not what I'm saying. All I'm saying is that as of late I think I have missed out on a lot of beautiful and wonderful things that have happened both around me and to me. I have taken words for granted, and only realized this when they were not spoken. I have taken small things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really do appreciate&lt;/span&gt; for granted, once again not realizing until they are removed. I miss them when they are gone, and once they return I cherish them so much more. People as well, though sometimes I don't act it...my apologies for this. I miss people a lot when they're gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110265717826158638?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110265717826158638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110265717826158638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110265717826158638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110265717826158638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2004/12/ever-seen-that-christmas-story-where.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110264242863385681</id><published>2004-12-09T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T17:33:48.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down 2 to go!</title><content type='html'>2 finals...over! just 2 more on Tuesday and I'm all done. About freakin' time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at home to see my puppy, she got home from the vet Tuesday with her heartworm stuff and this is the first chance I've had to come check on her. She's doing really well, which makes me happy :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all for now I guess. Going to Jason's Christmas party for his job tomara, that should be fun. :) I miss getting to do stuff like that, especially with him. It's a nice change :-D&lt;br /&gt;Then back to studying... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110264242863385681?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110264242863385681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110264242863385681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110264242863385681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110264242863385681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2004/12/2-down-2-to-go.html' title='2 down 2 to go!'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110239212706074223</id><published>2004-12-06T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T20:02:07.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down 3 to go!</title><content type='html'>So the orgo final. Over. YAAY! And, not to jinx it, but I think I did well. I hope so, I could use the A. Definitely. Next up...engi math. That one could be a bit more difficult, especially since everyone I know that I could study with in the class is...lets say "not doing so well." I wish I knew those smart people who sit in the front and always make A's. FUCK THEM. The assholes. &gt;:( But anyway, I have to do well on my physics final too, if I want the B or maybe MAYBE (slim chance in hell) the B+ that I'm wishing for. Stupid physucks. Grrr. Stupid of stupidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about all that's going on. My dog went in to the vet today for her heartworm treatment (that's the price for picking up a stray) but she's so worth it. She's the sweetest thing ever :) even if she doesn't listen too well sometimes. They said she can come home tomorrow or maybe Wednesday depending on how she is, but that so far she's doing really well. Poor pup :( I hope she gets to go home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110239212706074223?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110239212706074223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110239212706074223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110239212706074223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110239212706074223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2004/12/1-down-3-to-go.html' title='1 down 3 to go!'/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806424.post-110169354629287210</id><published>2004-11-28T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:59:06.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a song that I think explains things pretty well...Well I didn't find it really, I was just listening to the CD and was actually listening to this part instead of it being background music, and heard the words and...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I linger in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;Of alarm clock screaming&lt;br /&gt;Monsters calling my name&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay&lt;br /&gt;Where the wind will whisper to me&lt;br /&gt;Where the raindrops&lt;br /&gt;As they’re falling tell a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my field of paper flowers&lt;br /&gt;And candy clouds of lullaby&lt;br /&gt;I lie inside myself for hours&lt;br /&gt;And watch my purple sky fly over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say I’m out of touch&lt;br /&gt;With this rampant chaos - your reality&lt;br /&gt;I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare I built my own world to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my field of paper flowers&lt;br /&gt;And candy clouds of lullaby&lt;br /&gt;I lie inside myself for hours&lt;br /&gt;And watch my purple sky fly over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming&lt;br /&gt;Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming&lt;br /&gt;The goddess of imaginary light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my field of paper flowers&lt;br /&gt;And candy clouds of lullaby&lt;br /&gt;I lie inside myself for hours&lt;br /&gt;And watch my purple sky fly over me&lt;br /&gt;~Evanescence; Imaginary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own little world seems so inviting, if people saw it but for just a moment they'd want to take it away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5806424-110169354629287210?l=lilbluegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/feeds/110169354629287210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5806424&amp;postID=110169354629287210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110169354629287210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806424/posts/default/110169354629287210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbluegal.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-found-song-that-i-think-_110169354629287210.html' title=''/><author><name>*Heather*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258070217675314470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
