<?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-3268374</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:33:21.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>silent chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Anne     


&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 18     


&lt;b&gt;City:&lt;/b&gt; Avon Lake, OH     


&lt;b&gt;School:&lt;/b&gt; Hiram College     


&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Emo     


&lt;b&gt;Life:&lt;/b&gt; Sucks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75376727</id><published>2002-04-13T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-13T23:16:25.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEY EVERYONE - SINCE BLOGGER'S PISSIN ME OFF, I'VE GOT A NEW LIVE ONLINE JOURNAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE URL IS AS FOLLOWS: http://www.livejournal.com/users/silenceinchaos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out, ya heard? b/c i'm not using this one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, biznitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75376727?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75376727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75376727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75376727' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75351346</id><published>2002-04-13T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-13T01:49:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: bored out of my MIND&lt;br /&gt;Music: Pele - The Mind of Minolta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;General Information: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First Name - Anne.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair Color - poop brown.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair Style - spikey but girlie...i dunno how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye Color - blueblue&lt;br /&gt;6. Height: 5'5"ish&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend? - nope&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you have a crush? - i've given up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorites: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite Animal - ZEBRA'S!! anyone who knows me knows that i've skinned zebras to make my car seats so fun :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite Sport - if i HAD to, i'd say basketball&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite Color(s) - blue&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Friend(s) - my fab 5 (ally, joni, d, jess), mark, sarah (the shits to my giggles), sta-sta-sta-stacy wrona, katie, amiee, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. Best Friend(s) - everyone listed above.&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Song(s) Currently - Hot Rod Circuit : At Nature's Mercy&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite *TV* Quote - any incomprehensible thing that ozzy osbourne says, particularly, "sharon! i'm the fucking prince of fucking darkness! i can't have fucking bubbles!" anything from the simpsons. anything from friends.&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Store - pacsun (when i have the money)..thrift stores..&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Feeling - when you have everything together in your life (a.k.a. something i don't have right now)&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite Shoe - converse or doc's.&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite Scent - clean. rain. the beach.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do You Wear Make-Up? little bit of eyeshadow n mascara.&lt;br /&gt;13. Which is more important, personality or looks? personality. need someone that can keep up with me.&lt;br /&gt;14. What kind of personality do you like in a guy/girl? humor, sarcasm (to a certain extent), sweet, honest.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you move fast or slow in a relationship? i can't really answer that. depends on the person..&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your idea of the perfect guy/girl? someone who is constantly making me laugh, crazy, is honest with me, and knows just what to do to make me swoon (yeh, that's right. i said swoon). &lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever ask someone out? have before, don't see why i couldn't again..&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you prefer blondes or brunettes? - generally speaking, brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love, Life &amp; Friends: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the first thing you notice about someone? sense of humor, eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. When's the last time you cried? - bout 2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you want to be when you grow up? a child psychologist&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you want children? somewhere along the road, sure.&lt;br /&gt;5. How far have you gotten? this is a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like someone right now? refer to #11 in section 1&lt;br /&gt;7. Do they know? blah.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a best friend? ummm yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Within the last 24 hours, have you: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had a serious talk? yeh. with my momma (which is part of what made me cry..i hate spilling my guts to my mom).&lt;br /&gt;2. Hugged someone? no.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten along well with your parents? tried to.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fought with a friend? not in the last 24 hours, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like to give hugs? very much so.&lt;br /&gt;2. Give back rubs? i guess.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take walks in the rain? yeh, but only if it's warm out, too. then it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you ever have one of those falling dreams? unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;5. What is on the walls of your room? girlie wallpaper from when i was like, 7. various pictures and posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the last month have/did you: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink? - yeh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoke? - yeh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Drugs? - no&lt;br /&gt;4. Have Sex? yeh..regretfully.&lt;br /&gt;5. Made Out? yep.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go on a date? nope.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to the mall? yup. outlet mall..&lt;br /&gt;9. Eaten an entire box of Oreos? i ate 1/2 a box in a drunken stupor last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eaten sushi? no.&lt;br /&gt;11. Been on stage? not to my knowledge..&lt;br /&gt;12. Been dumped? yup.&lt;br /&gt;13: Had someone unfaithful to you? not to my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;14. Watched The Smurfs? no.&lt;br /&gt;15. Hiked a mountain? unless you consider the hills of hiram "mountains"&lt;br /&gt;16. Made homemade cookies? nope.&lt;br /&gt;17. Been in love? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More Questions: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you popular? what a dumb question..it's basically asking "how egotistical is this person?"&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you pretty? i duno.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite word to say? lately, it's been "fuck"&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite phrase to say? "sho 'nuff," "that really hurts the team.."&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you doing right now? thinking about how i have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;7. What song are you listening to? it started out with Pele, but now I'm listening to "The Anniversary - Hold me Tonight."&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you wearing? jeans, studded belt, nascar t-shirt. i won't go into descriptives bout underwear (sorry, fellas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preferences: Pick one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cold or hot? hot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lace or satin? satin.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blue or Red? blue.&lt;br /&gt;4. New or old? "worn-in."&lt;br /&gt;5. Rain or snow? rain.&lt;br /&gt;6. Give or receive? give. unfortunately, i like to give a little TOO much..&lt;br /&gt;7. Wool or cotton? cotton. wool is too itchy.&lt;br /&gt;8. Rose or Daisy? neither. stargazer lily.&lt;br /&gt;9. Private school or public school? unfortunately, i would have to say private school.&lt;br /&gt;10. Chocolate milk or plain milk? i hate milk&lt;br /&gt;11. Celsius or Fahrenheit? the one that i can understand without doing mathematical equations ..fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;12. Spring or Fall? spring. thank god it's finally getting here.&lt;br /&gt;13. Inny or outty? inny all the way. outty's are scary.&lt;br /&gt;14. Now or then? live in the now.&lt;br /&gt;17. English or Math? english (to an extent).&lt;br /&gt;18. Bath or shower? shower.&lt;br /&gt;21. Cursive or print? print. grr to cursive.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like surprises? only if they're good&lt;br /&gt;23. Paranoid or Cautious? i've been told i'm a worry-wart, so who knows..&lt;br /&gt;24. Heights or Crowds? neither. when i'm in crowds, i sometimes just start screaming to get people to move.&lt;br /&gt;25. Half-full or half-empty? i don't know lately..&lt;br /&gt;26. Top or bottom? .....&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you/Would you dye your hair? already have, wish to again.&lt;br /&gt;28. Speeding or running red lights? speeding. 2 tickets to show..&lt;br /&gt;29. Gold or silver? silver..gold=ecky.&lt;br /&gt;30. Bad habits? biting my nails. getting overly emotional. zoning out so i don't have to talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;31. Piercing? 2 in each lobe, 2 in left cartilage, belly button, tongue.&lt;br /&gt;32. Erogenous Zone(s)? lotsa places..you sick fucks.&lt;br /&gt;33. "Maybe" or "Mebbe?" uh..maybe&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you wish you'd done? been a plateau person.&lt;br /&gt;36. Fetish? nothing, really.&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have one of THOSE voices? uh...&lt;br /&gt;38. Jammies or naked? jammies. i usually get stuck with the flu if i sleep naked :(&lt;br /&gt;39. Neurotic or psychotic? little bit of column a, little bit of column b.&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you talk to yourself? all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.have.no.life.&lt;br /&gt;uncle update: not good. back half of heart isn't working at all now. could be just a matter of time :(&lt;br /&gt;grandma update: not good, either; little unstable. her birthday's on tuesday. i think i'll buy her flowers and visit for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75351346?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75351346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75351346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75351346' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75331703</id><published>2002-04-12T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T13:38:06.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Leftover Crack - Born to die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa do i have a list a mile long of what's going on. i'll share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) something's wrong with my blog, and i don't know why my entries are coming up blank. i'm getting really aggravated..grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) my job interview went really well yesterday!! i'm still gonna have to look for a part-time job for the summer, though..australia's gonna be $$$ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) i went to coach morrison's dedication ceremony yesterday at the all-star basketball game. it just made me remember how much i miss him, his pink suit, and his goofy jokes. i still can't believe he's gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) i fell asleep last night at 9:30. how lame is that. then my mom woke me up at 4:00 a.m. because she just got home. i was aware that my uncle (her older brother) was in the hospital 2 days ago...they thought he had another heart attack at the indians game. he's had 3 since then. he only had about 20% of his heart left functioning to start with from all the damage before. and now his heart's slowly shutting down. he's only in his 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) i have this really bad feeling that if something bad should happen to my uncle, my grandma's not gonna be able to handle it at all. since my mom told her he was in the hospital, she's been continuously crying. she doesn't even know the really bad news yet. i'm getting worried :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week hasn't been the greatest week of my life :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75331703?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75331703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75331703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75331703' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75275291</id><published>2002-04-11T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T01:08:53.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: tired&lt;br /&gt;Music: Hot Rod Circuit - At Nature's Mercy (live)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. i haven't even finished putting all my shit away yet. i guess i shoulda cleaned my room BEFORE i came home with more shit...whoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my job interview tomorrow morning *crossing fingers*..i'm sure it'll go alright, but i'm still a little nervous. after that, i've gotta head out to an "all-star" basketball game (?) with some of my old teammates from highschool on it, b/c they're having a memorial game dedicated to coach morrison. i have a feeling it's not gonna be a good time :*(  nonetheless, i've gotta go *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song. it explains a lot. 'specially right now. i'm emotionally drained beyond all recognition. i need sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75275291?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75275291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75275291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75275291' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75266364</id><published>2002-04-10T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T01:11:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: bummed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Mike's band playing 5 feet behind me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home now. half of my shit is moved from school back to here. and i've finished my finals for the 12-week (although my psyc one sucked ass..i'd rather not talk about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wanted to be with someone, but you knew that you just &lt;b&gt;couldn't&lt;/b&gt;? it sucks. they may think that what they're doing - not dating you - is the best possible solution. but when you go through it, it just plain makes ya feel like poop. it's upsetting, and it hurts, and more than anything, it's &lt;b&gt;frustrating&lt;/b&gt;, because you're used to being yourself around them, but all of a sudden you can't. you freeze up. you can't think of any other way to act other than distant. and there's no way around it. especially when their mind is made up. you're just stuck with a broken heart, a tear in your eye, and a sick feeling in your stomach. and you've gotta deal with it, one way or another. wouldn't life be so much easier if you didn't have to go through stuff like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75266364?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75266364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75266364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75266364' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75225765</id><published>2002-04-09T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T13:51:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: the gurgling of my stomach :/ ecky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel soooo sick to my stomach. fucking stress sucks. my communications exam was SO easy. i was pretty psyched about that. speaking of psyc, i went to my study group. it was pointless to waste my time. the professor didn't even show up like she said she would, and we basically just fucked around, pigging out on junk food and watching a movie. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm supposed to be down on 2nd floor to help take down our new lofts from sara's room. sweet. after that, study study study. as of 11 tomorrow, i'm done (at least with the 12 week). thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who here thinks breaking up through e-mail is lame? feel free, whoever you are, to give me your opinion. AIM- pocachoo11.  peace out.&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/3268374-75225765?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75225765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75225765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75225765' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75207138</id><published>2002-04-09T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T20:50:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Goo Goo Dolls - Here is Gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little nervous about my communications exam. oh well. i should do fine (hopefully). i'm more worried about psyc than anything, but hopefully that should go okay, too. i mean, jesus christ, i have a frickin' 4 hour study period tonight with one of my professors and everyone in the class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ANYONE. at least some people right now. i just don't. you piss me off, and i shut myself off to you. i build a wall. so you might as well stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitter..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75207138?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75207138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75207138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75207138' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75187470</id><published>2002-04-08T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T11:35:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Death Cab for Cutie - Company Calls Epilogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my format! holy shit! i never knew i could do that! pa-damn...no one is allowed to ask me how i did it, because frankly, i think it was all by pure luck. nonetheless, i think it looks fucking sweet (*ego boost*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty lazy. i woke up early, with intentions of prepping for finals, but all i did today was clean my entire room and pack up shit to move home. i'm such a procrastinator. my communications final is tomorrow at 1. whoops. looks like i'll be studying tomorrow morning, because i'm too lazy to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to my "plateau" phase. i talked about this with d. i &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; at the plateau phase a little bit ago. i've quickly reverted back to it, recently. i don't have the need or want to date anyone. the past couple of months have been too shitty for my liking; i'd be perfectly content living in a cave with simpsons on the tv, and music on my stereo. plateau...yeh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75187470?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75187470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75187470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75187470' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75162185</id><published>2002-04-08T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T09:39:22.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Dismemberment Plan - The Love War&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking love this song. it reminds me of primus in the beginning for some odd reason...rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on my work for finals last night to go to bed. i got almost 8 hours of sleep, which never happens. i think i'm the only one without a final today. but i've still got a shitload to do for preparations and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to my momma :( why do i have this sinking feeling that these next 3 days until my session break are gonna be hell? grrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;australian term for the day: "g'day mate. you are a blokey."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75162185?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75162185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75162185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75162185' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75151268</id><published>2002-04-07T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T23:57:49.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Piebald - Long Nights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a long night it's been. i think i'm gonna join the nunnery. 12 years of catholic school's gotta be useful for something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally finished my paper after working on it for about 7 hours today. it was a bitch. i had to take about a 4 hour break to vent and lose my mind. 3 more weeks of school...3 more weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's the worst thing you can do? make yourself totally vulnerable. tell someone practically everything you've been through. but only have it bite your ass in the end. i'm just gonna close myself off to the world for awhile. i've gotten nowhere by opening myself up to people. i've only got headaches and scars to show. i'm sure that the one person i really don't want reading this is, anyways. i don't care. i just can't help but feel used. i'm wearing a chastity belt from this moment on. i pity the fool that marries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.want.to.train.a.dingo.to.poop.on.people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75151268?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75151268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75151268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75151268' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75143594</id><published>2002-04-07T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T20:10:31.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Anniversary - All Things Ordinary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go away world, just go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75143594?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75143594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75143594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75143594' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75100717</id><published>2002-04-06T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-06T02:40:18.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;tonight blew &lt;b&gt;big time&lt;/b&gt;.  it was me, ally, josh, ben, cesarae, and diamond. we started drinking, and attempted to play a game of caps. we failed miserably. people kept talkin, so the game was abrupty finished, with the high score of 5. i didn't feel anything (and still don't). i should have just resorted to doing homework tonight..would have been more productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin to do lotsa homework tomorrow. it's quite thrilling, and i highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done nothing but download songs on my computer for like, the past 3 days. i've gone from about 20 songs to around 250. downloaded some more of the anniversary, the dismemberment plan, death cab for cutie, boxstep, braid, by a thread, tristeza, piebald, the promise ring, jimmy eat world, hot water music, hot rod circuit, saves the day, etc. etc. etc. they're very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's goin on in people's heads lately. i was zoning out earlier today, thinkin about that. i want people to tell me &lt;b&gt;straight up&lt;/b&gt;what they're thinking/feeling, because the last thing i want to do is resort to assuming what's going on in their heads. that method has screwed me over too much. i'm tired of beating around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is it that some people get in fights with their significant others about something that happened in their past. for instance, new boyfriend getting upset over girlfriend's ex who can't get over her. so the new boyfriend and girlfriend get in fights with each other about it. but yet, the new boyfriend is the one who always initiates conversations about the ex. if you hate him so much, why do you keep bringing him up, thus causing the problem to magnify when it's really nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't get people at all right now, and i find it nothing but frustrating.&lt;/b&gt; grrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75100717?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75100717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75100717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#75100717' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75092452</id><published>2002-04-05T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T20:20:22.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Anniversary - All Right for Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone give me something to do. it's friday night, and the campus is absolutely dead. i don't even remember it being like this for finals LAST 12 week...god this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know where anyone is.  i think ally went out with josh, jess is at her horse show in indiana, and as for d and joni, well...i've got nothin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'll be resorting to homework tonight :( this week can't get any worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-75092452?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75092452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75092452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#75092452' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-75061374</id><published>2002-04-04T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T08:14:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: The Dismemberment Plan - A life of possibilities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. but here i sit. i've been trying to call home for the past 20 minutes, and no one's picking up. i'm getting a little worried :/  oh well. hopefully someone'll pick up soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my presentation in communications today. it went really well; hopefully i can bring up my grade to an A in there. we'll see though, with my final on tuesday. not too excited about that, considering how the midterm went.  i also typed up my psych manuscript today (finally).  i'm pretty happy with it; it surprisingly didn't take me that long to write, and i ended up with 10 pages. rock. as for this weekend, the constant flow of homework continues. make up study guides for psych and comm, and somehow pull a 10 page research paper on weaponry in world war one out of my ass for fsem. grrrr i hate the end of semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my last australia meeting tonight. we got packets from our professor on normal facts of australia, and GET THIS. we got a glossary of aussie terms! apparently, testicles are "knackers," boobs are "knockers," sexual intercourse is "roots," beer is "piss," and dawn is referred to as "sparrow's fart." this is gonna be fuckin sweet, i can already tell! they also gave a ton of information on beers and alcoholic drinks. rock. i've already mapped out where the bars are gonna be around the area we're staying. hehe. plus, we're buying bikes while we're there! with baskets on 'em! one of the girls going asked if you could get a DUI on a bike...we'll just have to somehow conceal the 40's in the baskets. hehe. yay australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for right now, i think i'm calling it an early night. i desperately need some sleep after the week that i've had...and it just gets better on the weekend! *sarcasm* right. night, poopers.&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/3268374-75061374?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75061374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/75061374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#75061374' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11430327</id><published>2002-04-03T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-04T19:36:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Saves the Day - Shoulder to the Wheel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluestars.net/notsince/goonies.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bluestars.net/notsince/data.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11430327?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11430327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11430327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11430327' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11430260</id><published>2002-04-03T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T18:46:27.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the third letter in your name? First:N Middle: I Last: R&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the worst band you ever saw live? i'd have to definitely say weezer&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the name of a good chinese place in your area? i don't fluently speak chinese, so i wouldn't know. ask dave.&lt;br /&gt;4. what's on your feet right now? shoes. with mud on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brady Bunch or Patridge Family? brady bunch could kick the partridge family's ass. &lt;br /&gt;2. Johnny Rotten or Sid Vicious? too tough. both.&lt;br /&gt;3. Batman or Superman? superman tightie whities.&lt;br /&gt;4. Elvis or James Brown? definitely james brown.&lt;br /&gt;5. Beatles or Rolling Stones? rolling stones. eck to the beatles. 2 more to go damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How tall are you? 5'5"&lt;br /&gt;2. How many times did you sneeze today? zero. but twice yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;3. How do you do? don't ask me about my poo, please.&lt;br /&gt;4. How does the last book you read end? the old ladies both died.&lt;br /&gt;1. Will you have kids? hopefully not anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Will this be your last journal entry for some odd weeks? no.&lt;br /&gt;3. Will you enjoy the company of someone much older than you? grandma's are the shiznit. especially when they're old and senile. like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART ONE: Getting to know the real YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your screen name in&lt;br /&gt;a. 2001- pocachoo11&lt;br /&gt;b. 2000- pocachoo11 / bubblezebra11&lt;br /&gt;c. 1999- pocachoo11 &lt;br /&gt;d. 1998- i was a loser and didn't get the internet til my sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;e. 1997-  "&lt;br /&gt;2. Which are your favorite 3 journals to read? stuck in neverland, my thoughts..., and LJ entries&lt;br /&gt;3. When you look at yourself in the mirror, you say: why won't my belly go away??&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe how the music of your favorite band makes you feel: hopeful. optimistic. happy because i can sing-along.&lt;br /&gt;5. Surveys are the best tool for procrastination! What should YOU be doing right now? my psyc manuscript. looking over my comm paper. preparing for my comm presentation.&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you do while on the toilet? go to the bathroom. sometimes glance at stall stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART TWO: Entertainment and fashion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the shitty show that you watch alone in your room, secretely pleasured, but if you're at a friends house you just suffer in silence as they channel surf right by it? mama's family.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name an item of clothing/accessory that you really regret wearing: t-shirt clips.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were a cartoon character, what would be your never-changing outfit? probably a dress, because hardly ANYONE sees me in those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART THREE: Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the subject line of the best porn e-mail you've ever received? um. hardcore porn? i don't know; dave probably gets more of those than me ;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe your fantasy sex partner. tall, muscular, handsome, dominating, etc...anyone who gives me that warm fuzzy feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;3. Name a non-sexual activity that turns you on: playful wrestling. dancing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Best CD to make sweet love to: mix cds. i don't depend on just one cd alone.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell us about your love life: super :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART FOUR: Murder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name a person that annoys you: rush. tine. a certain person who talks about arafat and the middle east while trying to stretch to workout, and ends up falling over miserably.&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe their brutal murder. a knife, liposuction, a voice box transplant, and a peg leg.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name a person you like: dave&lt;br /&gt;4. Think about THEIR brutal murder: i would cramp up his leg, then dislocate his hip, which would make him crumble to the ground. then, i would tickle his armpits until he couldn't breathe     anymore.&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite serial killer? charles manson. especially when southpark portrays him as this guy with a good soul, and watching people actually get pissed off at it. i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;6. Someone is kicking a kitten in an alleyway. You hear its pained meows. The person kicking the kitten looks kind of scary. What do you do?:  keep walking. i hate cats.&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/3268374-11430260?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11430260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11430260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11430260' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11404470</id><published>2002-04-03T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T00:39:00.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SCHNIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the week from hell. i still can't figure out how it is that finals are next week, but i have a paper due in every one of my classes as well before the end of this week, AND i have a 10 page research paper due as one of my finals next week. this fucking sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, i've finished 2 out of my 3 papers so far. i'm a little ahead of schedule (hardly though). i need to go to hot shot's thursday night, because i'm sure as hell not doing anything this entire weekend, except remaining in the look-alike-jail-cell, otherwise known as my dorm room :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait til this 12 week is over. i'm practically counting the minutes, because this has got me so fucking razzled. grrrr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11404470?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11404470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11404470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11404470' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11333651</id><published>2002-04-01T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T00:58:00.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: waiting for counting crows, "colorblind" to download :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was alright. i ate my easter meal closer to 5, and left promptly after to come back to school. i spent about 2-3 hours unpacking clothes and shit i took home to wash, and then proceeded to pack up some things that i need to take home next wednesday, seeing as how i've decided to move home in increments since i have so much shit...my room seems a little bare now (to me, at least), but i guess i'll get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to get my passport after psyc tomorrow (technically today). and a new barbell for my belly button piercing. the ball at the top of my ring mysteriously fell off yesterday.... now it's just the point on one end that's poking the inside of my belly button and causing me much pain :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of yesterday, i hung out with sarah and shanna. we went to the valley to meet up with jim, brian, will, and 2 random girls..? it was good to see the people i knew, at least. then the girls and i went to denny's after, and stayed for about 2 hours, which was nice conversation to make up for lost time :) didn't really talk to anyone else too much this weekend..i was just kind of a loner at my house during the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to work on a poster right now for my comm presentation, and then it's off to the land of nod...a place i really haven't visited this past weekend :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a good note - i moved my hello kitty calendar to april, and..guess what? the theme country is australia! it says, "g'day, april!" with kitty scuba diving and the opera house in the background..*sigh* so cute.&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/3268374-11333651?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11333651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11333651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11333651' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11312225</id><published>2002-03-31T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T12:47:01.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Nirvana - Lake of Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fucking easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 11:30, and my mom's done nothing but bitch and nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is dave coming over? well i don't know why he isn't!" "well if people would have waken up at 8 like &lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt; did, maybe i could have had a little help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot.me.now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, someone save me from this hell. at the rate it's going, we're not eating til close to 4 now. i can't stay at home like this. i need to get back to school. or out of the house. or SOMETHING. save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11312225?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11312225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11312225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11312225' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11293094</id><published>2002-03-30T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T19:58:08.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;so.bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone give me something to do. or else i'll have to be forced to work on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11293094?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11293094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11293094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11293094' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11290036</id><published>2002-03-30T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T17:41:04.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Unwritten Law - Seein Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin new lately. pretty boring. nice weather is always a plus, but not when you're stuck in your house with nothin to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home early yesterday afternoon. got a haircut, and went with mike to apply for a job. slept from 5-8. went out to eat with momma and her friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with mike over to rye and grabski's house. drank a few, played video games, and listened to some tunes. got home around 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept until 2 today. sooo lazy. went to the library to pay my fines..whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 papers to write by this upcoming week. i've failed to start. damn me and my faulty, procrastinator-infected genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be going to a concert later at the grogg shop. boxstep is playing. we'll see what happens, tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11290036?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11290036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11290036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11290036' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11222743</id><published>2002-03-28T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T15:45:33.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;what a super day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past coupla days have been really gloomy, which has been affecting my mood. to those of you who i've gone a little berserk on, you know who you are, and i'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as for today, there'll be no bad moods for anne! it's beautiful! i woke up and almost immediately had a stupid smile plastered on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked out this morning, went to lunch with the gals, and registered for classes.  i got in for all my classes for australia, and got in my abnormal psyc course for the 3 week! rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much finished my presentation for communications; just have to make the visual aids now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 papers due next week, and i don't even care! i'm just so happy because...i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11222743?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11222743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11222743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11222743' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11191334</id><published>2002-03-27T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T19:10:27.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG! IS THIS WEIRD OR WHAT?!?!?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet/michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re Michelle Branch!  You’re the ‘girl nextdoor’ type of gal.  You’ve got a down-to-earth feel about you, and you’re not afraid to be original.  You’re still trying to find yourplace in life, but that doesn’t mean you’re not enjoying the trip.  Rich and famous?  Sure! But you’re not gonna let that go to your head. ;D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet/popquiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Kind of Pop Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet" target="new"&gt;Jonah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11191334?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11191334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11191334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11191334' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11147448</id><published>2002-03-26T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T15:53:52.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;this weather makes me gloomy. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't too thrilling. walked to nursery school at 9 a.m. only to find out that they're on spring break and failed to tell us..grr..on the brighter side though, i came back and slept for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked out last night...feelin it today. me and the girls worked out to "the grind" it was pretty fuckin fun. we worked out AND learned a dance to demonstrate at hot shot's. rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, pretty lazy. can't wait to go home this weekend. school's almost done. yippee.&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/3268374-11147448?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11147448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11147448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11147448' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11089859</id><published>2002-03-25T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T01:25:16.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my homework. i got a little distracted by the oscars. and working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, bitch. tae-bo. i'm kickin my ass into shape. the infamous burrows beer belly has taken its toll on me. joni and i have decided to not only work out every night, but we also printed out a picture of the food pyramid. healthy eating, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing me, it'll prolly last a week. but i'm hopin it'll be more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cold..brr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope my bitches know i love each and every one of 'em. jess, girl...boys can suck hardcore. but we still love ya lots, baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin to bed. schtuff to do tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11089859?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11089859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11089859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11089859' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11075522</id><published>2002-03-24T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T17:00:00.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;friday night was pretty awesome. i went over to bowler and partied with matt ashton and all the international students. they fucking rule! they're soooo fun to hang out with, and so full of life. i had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning i had to administer my experiment. it sucked, b/c i was really tired. and no one was on campus yesterday :( i was so lonely. so instead of doing homework, i slept. later, i went into town with joni and ally, and we got some mcdonalds. mmm. came back and got ready for the lambda party. it was pretty fucking rad. except that the cops showed up like, 7 times and wouldn't leave us the hell alone. i had one hell of a buzz goin tho, so it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm attempting to do my homework. it's not so bad. i don't know why i was freakin about it. but at this exact moment, i'm going to dinner. haven't eaten all day b/c of my hangover, and it's hittin me bad now. i'll wml.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11075522?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11075522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11075522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11075522' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-11020714</id><published>2002-03-22T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T21:14:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: David Gray - Please Forgive me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was ho-hum. thank the lord god i got an extension on my fsem paper until monday. and psyc kinda blew chunks, but at least we got out of class 10 minutes early. nice. then i went to the center for international studies and got my passport and int'l student id pics. they suck! i look like a tool, and it looks like my sweater is tucked underneath my bra...whatever. then later on, i did some laundry and cleaned the room. ally went home, so i'm by my lonesome, but i've got some sugar to back that up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my DRINK on tonight. yeh that's right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out of cigarettes. i'm out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPS FUCKING RULE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-11020714?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11020714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/11020714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11020714' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10998483</id><published>2002-03-22T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T00:53:59.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i need to seriously get some sleep. i'm fucking retarded. i don't organize my time well AT ALL anymore..not like i ever really did, but shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a rough draft due tomorrow for fsem. whoops. guess i should have done that. he's a dick anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't finished my problem set for psyc, either. that's b/c the fucker known as zack wasn't in his room all night like he said he'd be. we were supposed to work on it together, because i've only got like, 1/2 of it done. what a pig fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you sense my bitterness? that's right bitch. i'm tired, i'm PMSing, i'm behind in school work, and the only things i can think of right now are:&lt;br /&gt;     a) kent state going to the elite 8 in the ncaa tournament. FUCK YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;     b) australia&lt;br /&gt;     c) how i wish dave would get back so i could talk to him before i go to bed :(&lt;br /&gt;     d) how i plan on getting shitty ass drunk as early as possible tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of tomorrow, before i get my drink on, i'm supposed to get my passport and international student ID photo taken, then i have to schedule an appt. with the post office to actually get my passport, do my laundry (i'm out of underwear..uh oh), and somewhere in there, take a nap. i'm so bitter, i could...smoke another cigarette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10998483?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10998483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10998483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10998483' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10975407</id><published>2002-03-21T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T12:50:26.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i am so sleepy right now. i hung over in courtney's room last night with court, ben, josh and ally, and i also visited my sick, sick boy who was (and prolly still is) on his death bed :\  didn't go to bed til around 3..thank god for 1:30 classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i haven't done my reading assignment for that yet...shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite my recent frustrations with wicked, deceitful human beings, i've been doing ok. i got my correlational study back, and i got a 92%! woohoo! B+, here i come! and homework's getting better; i'm just gonna be busy tonight b/c i have to finish up some shit due tomorrow, and i have an australia meeting at 7:00. i hope friends isn't a new one; i don't wanna miss it :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to the conclusion that i don't care. i guess there are always gonna be other people in the world who have their own opinions of you and see things completely different from what you'd like them to see, but through and through, you find out who your real friends are. i've encountered a lot of...we'll say immature ways of dealing with problems in the past two days, and i'm not going to fall to that person's level and apologize 100 times over for something that i'm not even sorry for. this is me. i'm happy. so fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10975407?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10975407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10975407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10975407' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10922471</id><published>2002-03-20T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T01:14:12.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i.hate.the.world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided to go into hibernation for awhile. i've got a shitload of stuff on my mind, and being bombarded with work doesn't help. i've still got 30 pages to read in my fsem book for my quiz tomorrow, and i can't fucking concentrate. so here i sit, clearing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finding myself extremely frustrated with people and how they can be upset at me for something, but not re-analyze what's been going on around them with other people. why am i the bitch all of a sudden? i've seen and remembered things that have happened previously, but yet i'm the one being called on it and being put down for it. why? i thought everything was falling into place, and now it's just falling apart. i really can't deal with this shit on top of the bajillion other things i've gotta do. i'm so upset i could scream. but instead i cry. and try to hold in my feelings of bitterness. i can only handle so much before i break. you're all fading away. and apparently i'm the one to blame. you'd think this stuff would go away after highschool; gradeschool, even. it just gets worse, though. but rather than wallowing about it, i just get angry. and built up anger is not the best remedy. as a result of these recent confrontations, i'm going into hibernation for a couple of days. i don't have time to worry about this shit. i've got to get my shit together for school as it is. i should be out of my cacoon by friday for heavy drinking. if not, it just means i hate you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.you.all.&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/3268374-10922471?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10922471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10922471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10922471' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10886235</id><published>2002-03-19T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T00:39:16.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was awesome. went to florida from friday, and just got back earlier this afternoon.  it was sweet; good times had by all.  i really don't feel like writing out all the details of the adventures that went on this weekend, so i won't. all i have to say is that it was record-breaking heat in orlando the 2 full days i was there (90*), and i'm sunburned to the extent of a tomato. trust me - it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, well, my flight got in around 2:30, and i haven't done anything since. i've mostly just hung out with dave all day, which was nice :) tomorrow i've got an early and long day ahead of me, what with classes and shitloads of homework. peace, g's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10886235?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10886235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10886235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10886235' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10765817</id><published>2002-03-15T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T11:07:17.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A GREAT DAY FOR BASEBALL. yesterday was fuckin awesome. i slept over dave's the night before and had to endure the "walk of shame" all the way from the quad back to shitcomb. oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called area temps for a clerical job this summer, and i scored an interview on Thursday! Rock #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if that isn't awesome enough, i found out yesterday that i got into the australia trip! Rock #2!! i'm sooo listening to "men at work" the entire plane ride there. kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to hot shot's last night and got real shit-faced. i'm somehow hangin in there on only 3 hours of sleep, which sucks, but i'll deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, i'm busy as all hell. i've gotta go to community service and lunch in like, 10 minutes. then i have class, followed by some homework and then advising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after advising though, it's directly to the airport for me! rock on! florida! wooooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10765817?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10765817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10765817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10765817' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10698560</id><published>2002-03-13T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T12:50:19.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. fuck fuck. this day is lousy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to fsem and got my 2nd analytical essay handed back. i can't get a fucking grade above a B- on my papers. fucking sucks. and i was actually happy with that paper. comb-over asshole..i have a research paper rough draft due next friday..yeh, need lotsa luck for that piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out recently that the other girl in the car accident from our school died. and the 1st girl's funeral is today. this is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called my mom in florida. something to look forward to. 80 degree weather, sunny, and caribbean music is played by the pool. rock. 2 more days, beotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not trying to jinx myself, but my australia meeting last night was awesome. i think i'm good as gold for being accepted. he handed out a checklist of shit we need to bring.&lt;br /&gt;"SEVERAL t-shirts...enough underwear and socks to last 5-6 DAYS" fuck no! 12 weeks in australia?? i'm sure as hell not doin my laundry every damn week. fuck that shit. i think i'll find out today or tomorrow..hopefully by the end of the week :\ yay! 2 hour labs really suck. watch my head spin tonight from the hours of 5:30 til 2 a.m.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10698560?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10698560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10698560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10698560' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10668735</id><published>2002-03-12T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T16:23:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the ticking of the clock. so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently bored off my ass. i have to finish my psyc paper tonight. and make a presentation. and hand out some surveys for communications. and type a reaction paper to nursery school. and work on my journal for communications. and read for fsem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a meeting at 7 for australia. as if i haven't been anticipating the decision enough, the professor decides that he wants to meet all of us before making his decision. damn chach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, did anyone see/hear about hiram on the news/radio? real fuckin shitty ass way to get noticed in this damn state. i guess my momma, grandma, and aunt were freakin out yesterday when they saw it on the news...hell, i didn't even know about it; i was drunk. people are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay homework. even more, yay me for going to bed at fuckin 3:30 a.m. i'm a tool. but yay for west side story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10668735?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10668735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10668735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10668735' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10659067</id><published>2002-03-12T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T11:20:00.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;past coupla days have been pretty ho-hum. yesterday, the resuming of classes, sucked ass. but what can ya do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my grade back on my psyc test - 78%. i was actually thrilled to find out that's what i got. rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a lambda meeting last night; played caps right before, so i was there sloshed off my ass. went back after and drank a few more. shnoogans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa homework; don't feel like doing it. nursery school was pretty boring today. cept for VOLCANOS ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having mad chest pains the past day; i think i'm dying. (like always) :( it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10659067?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10659067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10659067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10659067' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10622360</id><published>2002-03-11T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-11T12:07:05.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;name: anne&lt;br /&gt;d.o.b.: september 21, '83&lt;br /&gt;location: hiram. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;religion: technically catholic; not gonna elaborate&lt;br /&gt;occupation: bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPEARANCE&lt;br /&gt;hair: light brown...red dye did jack shit for my hair.&lt;br /&gt;eyes: blue&lt;br /&gt;height: 5'6"&lt;br /&gt;figure: poop on figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STYLE&lt;br /&gt;clothing: thrifty&lt;br /&gt;music: emo, well...hell everything.&lt;br /&gt;make up: i duno, how do you define make-up? umm yeah, i wear it..?&lt;br /&gt;bodyart: just piercings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;wearing: jeans, hawaiian converse, blue long sleeved shirt, "leap for jesus" orange shirt.&lt;br /&gt;listening to: nothing :(&lt;br /&gt;thinking of: how i wanna be in florida NOW..how much work i have to do before then.&lt;br /&gt;feeling: sleepy. ecky. hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING YOU...&lt;br /&gt;bought: um....package of rolo and cherry coke&lt;br /&gt;did: talked to ally&lt;br /&gt;ate &amp; drank: easy mac and cherry coke (yesterday night :( SO HUNGRY)&lt;br /&gt;read: instant message&lt;br /&gt;watched on tv: EDtv (ok, a movie, but so what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER / OR&lt;br /&gt;club or houseparty: houseparty&lt;br /&gt;tea or coffee: tea&lt;br /&gt;high achiever or slacker: slowly but surely becoming more of a slacker everyday.&lt;br /&gt;beer or cider: beer&lt;br /&gt;drinks or shot: drinks&lt;br /&gt;cats or dogs: dogs&lt;br /&gt;single or taken: taken..?&lt;br /&gt;pen or pencil: pen&lt;br /&gt;gloves or mittens: gloves. mittens make me feel like i'm 2. unless they're super cool ones.&lt;br /&gt;food or candy: food&lt;br /&gt;cassette or cd: cd&lt;br /&gt;coke or pepsi: pepsi&lt;br /&gt;hard or mild alcohol: hard&lt;br /&gt;matches or a lighter: lighter&lt;br /&gt;sunset beach or the bold and the beautiful: sunset beach! i miss that show :(&lt;br /&gt;Rickie lake or oprah winfrey: neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU WANT TO...&lt;br /&gt;kill: no one, but spanks for asking&lt;br /&gt;shag: pee-wee&lt;br /&gt;hear from: my momma&lt;br /&gt;get really wasted with: mark's roommate, jimmy...haha&lt;br /&gt;tickle: dave b/c he giggles like a schoolgirl&lt;br /&gt;look like: me&lt;br /&gt;be like: me&lt;br /&gt;avoid: the bitches down tha hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;food: been craving pizza with banana peppers...i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;drink: cherry coke. or dr. p&lt;br /&gt;color: blue.&lt;br /&gt;album: too many&lt;br /&gt;shoes: converse&lt;br /&gt;site: jesus dress up&lt;br /&gt;dance: the sprinkler&lt;br /&gt;song: of the moment, if you know me at all, you'd know it's Michelle Branch: All you wanted&lt;br /&gt;vegetable: i like zucchini, but prolly potatoes or something.&lt;br /&gt;fruit: apple, watermelon, and cherries&lt;br /&gt;berry: raspberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON YOU&lt;br /&gt;touched: myself..? not like that, you sick fuck&lt;br /&gt;talked to: my momma&lt;br /&gt;hugged: dan&lt;br /&gt;instant messaged: kyle&lt;br /&gt;kissed: dave&lt;br /&gt;had a crush on: ummm david hasselhoff&lt;br /&gt;who broke your heart: lotsa people :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;eat: anywhere&lt;br /&gt;dance: anywhere&lt;br /&gt;cry: at my desk..in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;wish you were: a big city. or home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;IceCream: Ben &amp; Jerry's Phish Food&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: hawaiian cake..oooo or cheesecake + brownies = good concoction&lt;br /&gt;Candy: anything with chocolate. nerds. smarties.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: oooo lots to choose from..movie of the moment: a league of their own&lt;br /&gt;Channel: 15, 17, or 20&lt;br /&gt;T.V Show: simpsons&lt;br /&gt;Animal: zebras&lt;br /&gt;Country: australia!! (cross your fingers!)&lt;br /&gt;Brand of clothing: TILT&lt;br /&gt;Clothing Store: thrift store. or pacsun&lt;br /&gt;Band/Group: too many&lt;br /&gt;Theme: ?&lt;br /&gt;Song to a movie: "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta" from Office space&lt;br /&gt;Playground Equipment: jungle gym or spider dome all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Thing to Wear: clothes..?&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry To Wear: don't have fav. jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;Place To Be: anywhere but back at school :(&lt;br /&gt;Sport to watch: if i have to, basketball&lt;br /&gt;Sport to play: basketball&lt;br /&gt;Number: 11&lt;br /&gt;Flower: stargazer lilies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends? yep&lt;br /&gt;Loved somebody so much it makes you cry? unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol? yep&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs? yep&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law? duh&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home? yep..for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? no&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a test? yep&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped? no&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth Or Dare? yep&lt;br /&gt;Flashed someone? yep&lt;br /&gt;Mooned Someone? no&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't know? no&lt;br /&gt;Been on a talk show/Game show? i wish!!&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fight? yep&lt;br /&gt;Ridden in a fire truck? yep&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane? all the time&lt;br /&gt;Come close to dying? i thought so last week when i got the flu. it was more than likely my overexaggerating tendencies, tho.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on your Boy/Girlfriend? no&lt;br /&gt;Gave someone a piggy back/shoulder ride? yep&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a worm/mud pie? no...gross.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed Someone? yep&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean? yep&lt;br /&gt;Had a nightmare/dream that made you wake up? yep..had it yesterday and the day before, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS...&lt;br /&gt;The most embarrassing CD in your collection? not even gonna name em for fear of public ridicule&lt;br /&gt;Your bedroom like? at home, it's extremely messy. here, it's...messy.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing for breakfast? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing for lunch? salad.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing for dinner? salad. chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;What is your house like? poop.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite Restaurant? ?&lt;br /&gt;Your religion, if any? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;A Vegetarian?: nope&lt;br /&gt;A Good Student?: if i weren't such a procrastinator, i'd be doin better this semester..&lt;br /&gt;Good At Sports?: supposably&lt;br /&gt;A Good Singer?: i don't know; i've been told so, but i don't like to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;A good Actor/Actress? when it's in front of a mirror and i'm the only person in the room&lt;br /&gt;A deep sleeper?: depends.&lt;br /&gt;A Good Dancer?: i know how to work it like a freak&lt;br /&gt;Shy?: occasionally&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing?: most of the time, i try to be&lt;br /&gt;A good storyteller?: i can't lie. i'm horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10622360?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10622360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10622360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10622360' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10589848</id><published>2002-03-10T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-10T13:27:47.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: P.O.D. - Youth of a Nation (a.k.a.-horrible fucking song)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back at school. la di da. yesterday i went to lunch with my momma, amiee, and her mom. it was pretty kosher. then i went shopping with my mom at wal-mart and the mall. i love shopping with her :) it's once in a blue moon, but always an event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove back to school early yesterday evening and almost died at a rough estimate of 6 times. the wind was horrible and i feared for my life at many points. didn't really do too much last night; no one was on campus...oh yeah, except for dave ;) so we just watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up earlier this afternoon, and here i sit. ally just got back from florida about 2 hours ago. speaking of florida, i'm going this weekend. yay! my mom really wants me to stay until monday..i think i may. i'll just make up something about a wedding. or i'll bribe my professors with autographs!! nah...wouldn't work; they're all nerds. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still haven't heard about australia. 4 girls from here got in a car accident yesterday on their way home from florida, 1 died, 1's in critical condition, and the other 2 got out ok. scary :\ difficult to type. my nails are getting long. haven't bitten them in awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy day. hungry hungry hungry. grrr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10589848?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10589848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10589848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10589848' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10552700</id><published>2002-03-09T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T02:42:04.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;today was a BEAUTIFUL FUCKING DAY. i loved it so much. &lt;br /&gt;i woke up around 12:30, got ready and went to lunch with kate at subway.&lt;br /&gt;we hung out until 3:15 in the afternoon; it was awesome to see her and talk to her; it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i got back, i was hopin to enjoy the weather.&lt;br /&gt;but instead i got a call from ryan, who needed a ride to the avon lake/sheffield lake border. ey, i got 5 bucks out of it, so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;went back home. cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;sat. sat. sat.&lt;br /&gt;dave came by; gave him his bday presents :) yay for the cow! and don't spoon too much with bernie ;)&lt;br /&gt;went to denny's. all in all, eventful night. so very sleepy now. i go bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10552700?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10552700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10552700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10552700' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10552179</id><published>2002-03-09T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T02:11:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;this article was found in the avon lake press this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excuse me, your expiration date is showing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a reason why certain items we purchase have expiration dates. Items such as milk, eggs, cheese and butter.&lt;br /&gt;There's a point when these products get old, turn bad and stink. The expiration date is generally an estimation of when the product will be good through. After that-take warning, ingestion may result in disastrous affects.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there are way too many people, places and things that lack expirations dates and appropriate failsafes. These 'past dues' still wander the land, tormenting those of us forced to deal with their very existence. It's too bad we can't implement expiration dates on some of these people.&lt;br /&gt;We could start with &lt;b&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/b&gt;. Despite being only 20, Britney expired years ago. Twenty years ago, to be exact. Now, she's relatively easy to pick on. With comments like, "Yeah, well, like, I think my fans are, like, really cool," it's safe to say that Britney's not the deepest lake in Minnesota. But she makes her money as a singer, which would be okay if she could sing. Through her mouth. But making nasal noises does not qualify one as a singer, which essentially means that she managed to make $36 million last year alone by sporting six-pack abs and shiny white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Britney can co-expire with those boys' bands she's fond of hanging out with along with all rap artists who misspell their names.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen sista. amen. also: &lt;A HREF="http://www.imfanatic.com/drunksurvey.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M 125 PROOF.  HOW DRUNK ARE YOU?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10552179?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10552179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10552179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10552179' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10521593</id><published>2002-03-08T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-08T01:35:29.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;such a lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;the only time i went outside was to drop off a DVD at blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;that was at 11:30 at night.&lt;br /&gt;god i'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;attempting to do some homework now before i go back to school on sat. or sun. &lt;br /&gt;not goin over too well.&lt;br /&gt;lunch tomorrow with katie at 1:30 at subway.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm subway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out for that hip ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10521593?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10521593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10521593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10521593' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10502191</id><published>2002-03-07T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T16:00:40.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 2. sit. sit. sit. sit. sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day has been unbelievably unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna work on a gift now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10502191?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10502191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10502191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10502191' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10481685</id><published>2002-03-07T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T02:45:24.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;ah today was truly a good day. i woke up relatively early (12:45 - woohoo!) and headed out to grandma's house, where she told me adventures of her morning, and thinking that she was drunk ...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i subjected myself to attending midway mall, where i was surrounded by 14 year old parents, and 12 year olds making out in the doorways. truly a site i did not wish to see. i dropped off my application at pacsun, and was off to wal-mart, where i did a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back home, ate some ribs, and promptly left again shortly after to visit hiram (don't ask me why i visited my own school when i'm on break..) oh, yeah, to surprise dave! silly me :) the poor lad had no idea i was going to visit him, but damn was he surprised.  we chilled for awhile, watched a movie and chatted with some people who had also decided to stay there on their break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left around 11:30 and flew back home so i wouldn't fall asleep behind the wheel, and watched the end of "jay and silent bob strike back" with mike and his friends. i wish i could have seen all of the movie, but since it was a dvd, i got to see some kick ass deleted scenes; very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for tomorrow, i plan on doing some of my homework, *gasp* attempt to finish up some needed shopping, go with my mom during the evening to get our free 1/2 hour massages at lakewood massotherapy, and watch friends. such a wonderous web i weave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10481685?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10481685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10481685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10481685' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10429519</id><published>2002-03-05T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T20:15:02.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Someday I suppose &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today at 3. i'm such a lazy ass. i've done nothing all day. was gonna take a shower around 4:30, but remembered that i had no clean clothes, so i had to do my laundry first. finally i'm a clean girl. might be going out tonight with my buddy ryan. who knows. i'm kinda in a down mood for some reason; not sure why :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad just went out for chinese. i didn't order any. i'm not hungry. what's wrong with me? i'm &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; eating. messed up day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10429519?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10429519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10429519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10429519' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10422419</id><published>2002-03-05T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:48:53.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Radiohead - Wonderwall (acoustic cover)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap on a fucking crap stick. looks like i'm not going to florida. this fucking sucks. airfare's like, almost $500 per person. this blows serious chunks. first year in like, 10 that i won't be able to go. god damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this radiohead cover song making fun of oasis will cheer me up...probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10422419?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10422419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10422419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10422419' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10389714</id><published>2002-03-04T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-04T21:32:51.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Tristeza - Foreshadow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dave came over last night. ate some food, then rented "Requiem for a Dream." god, i love that movie. too bad it was the edited version :(  he left around 12:00ish. thanks for visiting me, babe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today at 2 when (brother) dave got home. talked for 10 minutes, then slept again til 4. still feel kinda shitty. thank god that according to my mom, strep is probably ruled out now. whoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched mike play some video games on PS2..sat around w/the band. getting ready to have my ears bleed now from the loudness of their practicing...oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10389714?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10389714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10389714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10389714' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10312096</id><published>2002-03-02T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T18:21:40.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Get Up Kids - I'll catch you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm at home. bored. don't know how i made it home; i was kinda in the o-zone the entire way. whoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt really shitty when i got home. took 2 tylenols, and slept for about 2 hours. woke up, and felt a lot better again...but was drenched in sweat :( ecky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate some ben &amp; jerry's (mmm) and now i'm goin to drink some chai tea, prolly followed by cherry 7up..mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for some home cookin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10312096?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10312096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10312096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10312096' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10301947</id><published>2002-03-02T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T11:53:51.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;WHOA so last night was a weird one. i went on a double date w/dave, and tom and his g/f to wendy's. we are truly livin the high life. :) i felt kinda sick, but felt better after i ate. so dave came back here, and we just laid on the futon watching tv...then we went back to his place, where we were plannin on getting shit faced. bad idea. i had 2 beers, and i had to stop b/c i started to feel sick again. i ended up getting the flu (?!) we went to bed around 12:00/12:30, and i woke up like, every hour because i had a monster fever.  i'm surprised fire wasn't coming out of my pores. so dave left for work this morning, and i still felt shitty, but i slept for about 2 more hours, woke up, and felt fine (?!) okay, maybe not perfectly fine, but a helluva lot better than before. all in all it was a really weird night, and i'd like to thank dr. dave for some tlc :) i'm goin home today..yay for spring break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10301947?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10301947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10301947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10301947' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10241359</id><published>2002-02-28T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T18:59:12.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SONG THAT'S BEEN IN ANNE'S HEAD FOR THE PAST WEEK: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch - All you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be like you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted everything&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to be like you&lt;br /&gt;And I got swept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that it was so cold&lt;br /&gt;And you needed someone&lt;br /&gt;to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;So I took your hand and we figured out&lt;br /&gt;That when the tide comes&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking slowly&lt;br /&gt;So hurry hold me&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;If you need me you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10241359?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10241359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10241359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10241359' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10240822</id><published>2002-02-28T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T18:44:52.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;lazy lazy day. went to my slumber party last night, stayed up til bout 3:30. it was nice :) i guess i'm the blanket burglar or somethin...sorry dave :( didn't wake up til 12. went to lunch, took a shower, then went to class (which was big poop). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned in my application today for australia :\ someone wish me luck!!! i need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of right now, i'm attempting to study for my psyc exam tomorrow. need a better grade than the last test, that's for sure. STILL nervous, but that's normal i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly not comin home til saturday for personal reasons :) gotta study now. i need cigarettes :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10240822?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10240822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10240822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10240822' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10206099</id><published>2002-02-27T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T21:07:09.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i've been workin my bum off today. i had peer editing in fsem, and thank god, i kicked my ass and just made the adjustments for my final draft tonight. don't have to worry about it til friday. yay! in psyc, we had a review session for the test on friday. i've been trying to make up a study guide, but it isn't going over too well :\ i'm still a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom faxed me the australia forms, so i've gotta turn them in tomorrow. hopefully i'll be able to go!! :\ i guess my mom told pops that she was faxing 'em, and he hasn't talked to her at all. what a poophead. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from lab, and got a nice voicemail :) got another nice call earlier tonight, and i'll be seeing someone nice hopefully soon :) slumber party in the quad. yay! amen for 1:30 classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching dumb and dumber. classic. finally stopped snowing. people yelling outside and playing. woe is me, i'll still have class :( 2 more days though, then spring break for a week. spring my ass. can't wait to sleep in my bed though :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of a lifetime: josh's impression of pee-wee herman -&gt; "I don't make monkeys; i just train em! haha!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10206099?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10206099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10206099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10206099' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10134189</id><published>2002-02-26T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T01:42:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm. bernie. 2 minutes. sugar. fat dance. short bus. purple cars. fight. smelly roommates. speech impediments. prisons. barns. monster cones. cleaning crew. twitching. retainers. spooning. shushy. cheeseburgers minus cheese. swell. armpits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting things happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10134189?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10134189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10134189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10134189' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10133977</id><published>2002-02-26T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T01:14:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to write my fsem paper. not going over too well. but it's not due til wednesday, so i think i'm on a fairly decent track. have yet to begin studying for my psyc test yet :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave 2 of my 3 teachers the recommendation forms today for study abroad. i hope i get in. that would be fucking rad. screw my dad. i wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was boring, nothing really exciting or out of the ordinary. after class, i called dave, and since it was such a pretty day today, we decided to get ice cream at DQ in Gville. it was nice :) we saw this giant saint bernard there, and this little annoying dog also. we tried to spoon with the saint bernard, but the owner was right there..i started petting the little dog, and the bitch knocked me over on the ground. damn dog. needless to say, it was a great day for baseball. we went back to his room and proceeded to be lazy for...4 1/2 hours? just sat and watched tv. super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i sit. waiting for him to call. he was supposed to take a nap for an hour and call me at 1. somehow, i highly doubt that'll happen, but one can hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10133977?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10133977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10133977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10133977' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10104484</id><published>2002-02-25T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-25T11:04:05.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;soooo tired. i've caught a cold. it's the devil. i feel like shit. like i have this huge piece of flem lodged in my throat (great, huh). it's ecky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night, amiee, dave, and harwat and i went to kent to see mike's band. the first 2 bands sucked ass hardcore, but (not to toot their horn or anything) ...of the innocent was awesome. they could only play 5 songs though; they got dicked over :( and cheshire was molested on stage. never again. we went to ali's apartment after the show and chilled there a little bit. didn't get home until around 3:30. was almost falling asleep at the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to brunch on sunday afternoon, and only ate a bowl of cereal, which didn't tide me over. so i went out to applebee's in solon with dave. came back, tried to catch up on some reading, and gave up. dave and i watched a movie instead. other than all this, nothing else is going on. except i've gotta stop this "going to bed at 3 a.m." bullshit. it kills me everytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper due wednesday..maybe i should start..? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10104484?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10104484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10104484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10104484' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-10047822</id><published>2002-02-23T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T16:56:31.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Moby - Play &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past coupla days have been alright i suppose. thursday i drank away my stress at hot shot's, and had all in all, a damn fun night. downfall = didn't go to bed til 3. i had to wake up for class, which sucked my nuts. finished off the rest of my manuscript after my first class, and turned it in that afternoon during psyc. found out i have a test next friday :( nervous, so i'm gonna study my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after psyc, i went into g-ville with ally and *dramatic music: duh duh DUUUHHHH* got my hair cut. all of it. long enough in front to put behind my ears, but short and spiky in the back. i was so nervous while i was gettin it done, and i kept lookin over at ally, giving her nervous glances and laughs the entire time. i love it though. it's so much easier to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amiee came up yesterday evening, and we've been hangin out a ton. i died her hair. it's kinda orange, so we're gonna put some darker red in it. we played a rousing game of caps last night, and ventured off to party in the quad and booth. the keg in the quad ran out an hour after we got there, which kinda sucked b/c i wasn't drunk.  i got in a fight with some dickhead who decided it was okay to make joni's younger brother drink a ton of shit (who by the way, ended up puking the entire night). thought he was gonna punch me. it was pretty funny. no one recognized me w/my new haircut, which was kinda funny to see their reactions. haha. i've gotten good reviews though, so it's alright. we kinda just wandered around on campus after that, and eventually came back to our room to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, amiee and i woke up, went to brunch, and took a road trip out to warren's goodwill and niles, where we just wandered around as mallrats. she did get a kick ass clifford the dog umbrella though. his ears flop all over the place. rad. we're going to mike's concert tonight in kent, and the band's supposedly chillin here afterwards, so it should definitely be an eventful night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10047822?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10047822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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airhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-10008648?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10008648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/10008648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#10008648' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9950627</id><published>2002-02-20T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T23:52:18.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;sittin in my room. trying to type my manuscript. failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;thinking about getting my hair cut tomorrow. if all follows through, i'll get over 6 inches of it cut off.&lt;br /&gt;SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin for the hairstyle mike's friend ally has.&lt;br /&gt;long bangs (kinda) in the front that i can put behind my ears.&lt;br /&gt;short in the back so i can spike it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm nervous :\&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have joni go with me to hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;need to finish this. must go out and drink tomorrow night. grrrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9950627?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9950627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9950627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9950627' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9932714</id><published>2002-02-20T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T15:26:05.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: humming of old computers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm in the computer lab in gerstacker right now. &lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be working on my correlational study right now, because it's lab period.&lt;br /&gt;but we're not really. alas, i am typing to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i don't get out until 4:45 :(&lt;br /&gt;i have to write my manuscript tonight. don't know what i'll write about.&lt;br /&gt;have to write a paper for fsem due on monday.&lt;br /&gt;lil sibs weekend is almost upon us.&lt;br /&gt;thank god. amiee! save me from hell!!&lt;br /&gt;i'll write more later. gotta work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9932714?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9932714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9932714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9932714' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9908149</id><published>2002-02-19T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T22:42:12.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;so i got an email today, along with everyone else on campus. for studies abroad. &lt;br /&gt;there's 2 trips for next semester: a 12 week to australia, and a 3 week to germany.&lt;br /&gt;i decided against australia immediately, because that's way too long.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm reconsidering. big time.&lt;br /&gt;applications are due on march 1st. i've already called my parents about it.&lt;br /&gt;now i just gotta pic up the other information and fax it on over to my momma.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can go. that would rule.&lt;br /&gt;i could hang out with paul hogan. and kangaroos. and drink Foster's.&lt;br /&gt;best part: toilets flushing the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;i'd never come home. for 12 weeks i'd be fascinated with the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...anyone wanna give me money?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9908149?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9908149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9908149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9908149' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9899770</id><published>2002-02-19T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T22:24:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;today was alright i suppose. nothin fancy, really. nursery school was pretty boring; the kids were kinda ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my communications midterm sucked ass. i didn't think i'd have to study since it was open book &amp; notebook. he had told us it would only be essay, so i figured i could bullshit, but i was wrong. there were true and false, fill in, and 8 short answers, and 5 essays. it blew. took me over 2 hours. and then i just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to run out to ravenna to fix my would-have-been-flat-tires on my car. went with harwat. good times. sorry to hear bout the stalker, harwat. psycho bitches aren't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta start on my write up for my correlational study. fun in a box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9899770?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9899770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9899770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9899770' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9850682</id><published>2002-02-18T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T12:17:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.internettrash.com/users/katherine/rayanne.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.plastikstars.net/mscl.html"&gt;Which My So-Called Life Character are you most like?&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think lard's my favorite food group." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy schnike does today suck ass or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9850682?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9850682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9850682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9850682' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9845302</id><published>2002-02-18T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T07:29:59.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;holy schnike. so i got back to school yesterday around 5:00 pm, and i immediately became bummed out.  i think because the weekend went by really fast, and i didn't wanna have to come back to school to deal with stupid schtuff.  also, i've realized that home is a big time comfort zone.  so yeh, yesterday evening really sucked.  as for yesterday night, well, it wasn't much better.  went to park my car down in the pit, checked my tire pressure, and found out that my tire lost like, another pound of air in an hour.  i'm gonna have a flat tire by the end of the week :( hopefully my dad can call roadside assistance or something and hook me up before lil sibs weekend.  i had to meet at 10 with my group for 215, and the person who royally fudged up on friday never showed up. go figure.  i guess she showed up an hour after i did.  hoser.  went over to harwat's room afterwards and hung out.  smoked a cigarette with nate and jimmy.  came back to my room aroun 12:30 a.m.  went to finish up my fsem homework, only to find out i was missing a source, so i had to bullshit and find one asap.  was up until 2.  it's now 7:30.  i have to go give a survey to the psyc 101 class.  this is gonna be a GREAT week.  i can see it now.  fuck!  i have a midterm tomorrow! (sudden realization, sorry). poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9845302?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9845302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9845302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9845302' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9784810</id><published>2002-02-16T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T02:38:37.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Wow. today was pretty much horrible. i woke up and felt like shit, so ally and i each took 2 zinc pills before class. she told me after i took them, though, that they can make you nauseous if on an empty stomach. we split a cookie, and i went to class. still felt like shit. after class, had to go with my 215 partner to administer a survey to another psyc class. we walked in, and i looked at her and told her i felt really sick. i ran to the bathroom and puked. :( then came back in and left. i didn't even go to my class in the afternoon. but surprisingly enough, i felt fine after puking. musta been the zinc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that ordeal, i come to find out that my partner fucked up our correlational survey. it was only supposed to handed out to those involved in a relationship. she handed it out to everyone in the class. now we have to throw out the entire fucking sample. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my room at 3 to go home, went down to the pit, and because the snow all melted, my car wouldn't back out. so i figured i'd try and turn it around, and drive through the service entrance. bad idea. my car got stuck in the mud. i had to walk all the way back to my dorm and get some guys to help me out. they made me feel like such a tool. i actually kinda started crying because i was so upset about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get home until 5ish, and i slept from about 7 til 9. hung out with mike and jeff, and then went to mike, rye, and josh's new house in lakewood. it's fuckin sweet. huge. plus, they're having a housewarming party tomorrow night with a keg. rad. going shopping with my momma tomorrow. should be fun. still have lotsa homework to do though, before monday :( so sleepy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9784810?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9784810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9784810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9784810' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9744792</id><published>2002-02-14T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T23:18:27.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Poop. this day kinda sucked. not because it was valentine's day, and i didn't have a valentine, but because i'm getting sick :( everyone on campus is sick. and of course, my body has to conform. bastard. today i mostly just went to class and the library. no biggie. i made a bday card last night for harwat. he's a love child, i guess..? hehe. finished up my boyfriend's in boxes for jess and joni. they loved 'em. then again, so did nadine from the convocation i went to tonight..:\  talked to my grandma earlier today. she may be old and senile, but god, i love her. she was so adorable, yakkin away from subject to subject. ally's coughing in the background. hope i don't get as sick :( my throat hurts, and my chest feels like a sumo wrestler is sitting on it :( the one weekend that i decide to go home in over a month, and i'm sick. go fuckin figure. right now, i'm trying to do homework. drinking tea to soothe the throat. i'm hungry..mm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9744792?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9744792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9744792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9744792' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9697322</id><published>2002-02-13T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T18:07:11.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Green Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was up and down. i was nodding off during both of my classes. i survived though. 2 more days til i go home. wooooooooo. i noticed something yesterday. this is the first time in awhile that i've been genuinely happy. the past 3 weeks of my life have been a living hell. i may not have seemed bad to all my buddies at school, but inside i was screaming. the stress was really starting to weigh me down. but yesterday i got my shit together, did a lot of school work, and furthermore, understood it. i don't know how, but that totally uplifted my spirits. it was so weird, and i actually feel sooo....great. i have a paper to write tonight, but i'm not even worried about it. i just have this huge burst of confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also had a sudden realization these past couple of days. i've finally reached that pinnacle where i'm perfectly content with not having a boyfriend. it's nice to be able to take time for myself and my friends. i'm totally cool with it. i told my friends that the other day, and it almost scared me, having actually said it out loud. after all, i was on a long streak there, with dating people. i'm takin a nice break for myself. as much as i joked about v-day coming up, i really don't even care. just another day. and i get to play with crafts. go me. simpsons - g/g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9697322?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9697322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9697322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9697322' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9674508</id><published>2002-02-13T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T02:52:37.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: The Strokes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought today would be shitty. found out this morning i have a C+ in psyc 215 :( nursery school = fun. we visited the post office. reminded me of mr. rogers. i checked my mail, and my momma sent me a box of chocolates for valentine's day. how corny :)  scored some free muffins from the helping mom at the co-op for the day. rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back and ate. went to class at 1:30. sucked hardcore. pop quiz on the handouts i never picked up over the weekend. luckily, he was just being a dick about it. no grade taken. yay. i have a mid-term in comm tuesday though :\  thought i was gonna lose my mind after class. a lot of homework to do before the weekend. luckily, i'm back on track. took a break, and decided to work on my secret gifts for V-Day. midnight trip to denny's in streetsboro with harwat and mark. snowing = bad anne-driving. i think i'm going to quit smoking. again. i feel like poop. just got back from denny's. i go sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9674508?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9674508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9674508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9674508' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9633419</id><published>2002-02-12T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T00:55:06.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Radiohead - True Love Waits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm comin down with something. or i'm losing my mind. i've had a headache at the same time like, the past coupla days. eye strain to the point where i feel sick. sucks hardcore. i promised myself i would get caught up with my homework this week so i wouldn't have to worry about it so much when i go home this weekend. so far, i guess it's goin alright. i can't wait to go home. i miss home cookin and drinking with mikey and his band. speakin of which, i talked to mike earlier tonight. hopefully his show gets booked at kent. if it does, that would be so kick ass. lil sibs weekend would rock. and even though he's not my lil sib, he's been mistaken for it before, which is good enough for me. it was cool to talk to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier, i was talkin to ally, and we were thinkin of how beautiful it was outside today. so we thought about tanning. but since we got a buttload of snow out here, we thought "hmm..it'd be a bit chilly.." so we agreed to get a giant magnifying glass and angle it on us so the sun could warm us. but with our luck, it'd probably fry half of the hair on our head. then we'd have really nasty comb-overs. luckily, a rogaine commercial was on later tonight, and we were reminded of future hope for us. don't ask me where my brain is. i think i lost it during the 2 hour marathon of 7th heaven. it was kickin. on that note, i'm going to bed. nursery school at 9 tomorrow. BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9633419?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9633419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9633419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9633419' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9622232</id><published>2002-02-11T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T18:09:18.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: DMB. i know, i know. i disappoint me, too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a lazy day. today was a lazy day. i think i'm finally realizing that it's ME that's lazy, though... no, now i'm just talking crazy. today wasn't too exciting. went to class, hung out with my girls, went to another class. the story of my life. incredibly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side of the day, ally and i decided to splurge. for dinner, we were craving some test-tube chickens. that's right. we took a trip to the nearest kentucky fried chicken. it was mighty tasty. in the middle of dinner, i said to ally, "hey, let's dip our biscuits in the honey bbq sauce." so i went first, ate it, and practically spit it back out. i screamed, "it tastes like, burning! like..what a fireplace smells like!" so ally tried it. her initial reaction wasn't too bad, but then she got this real sour look and her face and almost spit her biscuit out. right after that, she yelled, "well stick me in a corner, put a mantel over me, and call me a fireplace, mm k?" i guess you had to be there. much like most of my jokes with friends. but i almost pissed my pants. yes folks, it was just that funny. so here i am, sitting in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked with ally about ideas for her valentine's day with josh. no valentine for me though. i'm betting any money that my mom sends me something really cheesy in the mail. god i'm lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9622232?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9622232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9622232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9622232' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9591238</id><published>2002-02-10T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T21:08:59.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;headache...owwie...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9591238?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9591238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9591238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9591238' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9583127</id><published>2002-02-10T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T16:13:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: george clinton and the parliament funkadelics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was pretty sweet. i had inductions for lambda's at 6:30. wow, it was pointless. they told us to get dressed up n shit, and we were there for effin 20 minutes, tops. on the bright side, i got a green carnation, and a piece of paper that says i'm in now. gee, thx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to my room and slept for about an hour, then at 9:30, ally and i wandered over to the quad to begin 'around the world.' that game was so fucking awesome, lemme tell you. we all split up into groups..i was with ally, joni, and this girl amy. our first stop was iceland in courtney's room. we got there and each took a shot of ice 101 (mmm minty). then answered some trivia questions, and moved onto china in jen and laura's room. we had to pick up 3 gummy worms from this bowl with chopsticks, and eat them as fast as possible. i came in 2nd place (which is pretty good), so i thought i'd get a good drink. no. i had a shot of vodka straight. ecky. then we went to the caribbean, and i had a shot of captain morgan's parrot bay. mmm..after that, off to holland. we all bonged beers. first time for me, but i did pretty good :) ventured off to costa rica in jess's room. had to perform a decent mating call that their stuffed monkey would love, and then salsa dance. of course, i did mine and amiee's mating call, and then my monkey impression. i rule. ally and i pretty much won the salsa contest, so we got shots of 99 bananas. mmm..tasty. then we were off to ireland in josh's and drank green beer. yeah, my teeth looked ecky. finally, we took off to canada in harwat's room. i took a shot of whiskey in there, and that was pretty much it for around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following the game, i went upstairs to kurt and micah's where a bajillion people were. i only stayed for about 25 minutes, then we all got booted out. i went with dave over to the quad and hung out with him and some others until 4 a.m. all in all, a fun night. cept for the whole photocopying of body parts in the kennedy center late at night. whoops. it was pretty fun, but some people totally overreacted to it. what can i say. we were dunk and having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, a lazy day. i think i should probably take a shower now. i'm stinky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9583127?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9583127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9583127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9583127' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9553544</id><published>2002-02-09T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T14:25:39.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: nothing. my stereo's static-y :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. these past couple of days have been a blur...so thursday night, around midnight, ally, jess, joni and i all went to hot shot's. mind you that i had had 5 shots of captain morgan's before going to the bar, so i was feeling pretty good. we get to the bar, and i have a beer. then someone buys me a shot even though i said no. and i still drank it. jager tastes like poop :P  then i had another beer. i couldn't even tell you what happened on the way home or what we talked about. all i know is that ally and i came up to our room, and talked for what seemed like 10 minutes, but i guess it was 45 :\ so basically, i went to bed really late, and really drunk, and had class really early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even stay awake in fsem on friday, and in psych, one of my professors came up to me and asked me if i was okee. whoops. i told myself friday during the day that i wouldn't drink friday night. yeh, i did. it was skit night + revenge night against our bigs. ally and i made up a skit about josh and courtney; it was fuckin hilarious. everyone was dying of laughter, so we were pretty content. since it was revenge night and court and harwat didn't really have any $$, i let it slide, gave courtney a cowboy hat and ring to wear, harwat had to wear a REAL slap bracelet and a sign around his neck that was a pink construction heart with captain planet and 7th heaven in it, and i drank my cavassier all night. joni, ally, and i went to p.j.'s room in the quad, and he had his hillbilly friends over, cowboy hats and boots galore. in a drunken stupor, i was subconsciously trying to make fun of them, so i took p.j.'s lasso, lassoed it around court and p.j., and went ape shit when i did. i guess you had to be there to see the humor in it. :\ i had a long talk with jess d., joni's big. i stumbled back to my room, tried to help patch the schtuff goin on w/josh and ally, and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i've done absolutely nothing. the only productive thing goin on is my laundry, and lemme tell you - it sucks hardcore when you walk down 4 flights of stairs with a huge fucking laundry basket, and you have to get it done b/c you're down to your last pair of underwear and socks, and you get down to the laundry room only to find out, "oh! out of the 3 washers, all of them are taken. looks like i'll have to lug all my shit back up 4 flights of stairs, and come down in half an hour! lucky me.." i'm not bitter. joni's getting me mcdonald's. mmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9553544?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9553544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9553544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9553544' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9501625</id><published>2002-02-07T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T22:22:49.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Godspeed you Black Emperor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was actually alright.  class sucked because i had to turn in my paper, but it wasn't too bad.  i got to sleep in (yay!), so that was probably the best part of the day.  i slept a lot...i was really worn out, so i took an hour and half nap. very nice. then i woke up and watched tv from 7:30 - 9:30.  as of this moment, i'm downstairs on 2nd floor in mark's room, doing some shots of captain morgan's rum.  mmmmm...captain morgan's.....so good.. around 11, i'm supposed to leave here and head out to hot shot's with ally, jess, and joni. it'll definitely be an adventurous night, because we all have had beyond stressful weeks.  i need to celebrate the fact that i, for once, have no homework due tomorrow. thank the lord. i really have nothing else to say. just that i'm trying to get a group of people together for my brother's concert at kent on the 23rd. so far, it looks like a lotta people are interested, so i'm pretty psyched. i'm sure that if i don't write more tonight in a drunken stupor, then i'll have somethin more to write tomorrow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9501625?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9501625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9501625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9501625' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9469667</id><published>2002-02-07T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T02:23:15.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: All star benefit remake of Marvin Gaye's, "What's goin on" ....god this song sucks.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artconspiracy.com/cgi-bin/user_images/eatyourcookie/brothergeorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am George Christ, brother of Jesus.  Although a little on the bitter side, I still love my mom and take care of my environment. I am also notorious for running around wearing only socks on the weekends. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/goth/outcast/quiz.html"&gt;What Jesus Would You Be?&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/3268374-9469667?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9469667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9469667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9469667' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9466029</id><published>2002-02-06T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T23:57:37.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;last night, after my emotional breakdown to my mom, jess, and joni, i just talked online with some of my buds and chilled out a lil bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*surprise* *surprise* guess who i talked to? jake..?! yeh, it was weird. i haven't talked to that kid in a month and a half. and even better, it was a good conversation. we weren't ready to claw each other's eyes out or anything like that. always a plus (+).  it was mostly small talk, but it eventually got a little more in-depth, and to tell you the truth, it was pretty cool.  but i would never date him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't that bad, surprisingly. the fab 5 is gettin really stressed though, so we're all gettin a lil bitter and snippy, but it's all good. just another rough week in the village. i had my fsem and psych 215 + lab today. i thought it would blow chunks. but since we were in the library for fsem, i just finished up my journal writings for communications. and psych was actually kinda fun. my group completely changed our correlational study to something 100,000,000,000x easier.  following lab, i went immediately to dinner, and came up here to start on my communications paper. yeah, it's due tomorrow. i'm such an effin procrastinator. damn me. i didn't REALLY start til around 7, and i just finished it. i don't even care anymore. this week has just already sucked the life outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, i turn in my paper tomorrow, and i have nothing else due for the rest of the week. looks like i'll be partying tomorrow night to relieve some stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to amiee a lil tonight (sorry for cuttin you off, budday. i had to talk to someone) and my mom. and the joints in my fingers have been going berserk lately. they're spazzing or somethin and makin my fingers move when i don't want them to. stress, i think. i'm scared. i think i'll go pee now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9466029?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9466029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9466029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9466029' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9426050</id><published>2002-02-05T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T23:22:12.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Radiohead - Banana Co.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.couplandesque.net/boredom/lloyd.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couplandesque.net/boredom/johnquiz.htm"&gt;Which John Cusack Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9426050?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9426050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9426050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9426050' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9416671</id><published>2002-02-05T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T18:47:54.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;what a shitty past couple of days. sooooo i thought today would be awesome because it's campus day and we don't have any classes. but no, it's sucked hardcore. last night was pretty much a campus wide party to celebrate the 'no classes' thing. i had a lot to drink. i talked to jimmy. i don't know what's going on anymore. i was up until fuckin 4:30 last night, and had to wake up at 9:30 for community service. i was still drunk when i woke up. yeh, that sucks a big one. i came back and took a 20 minute power nap, then went to brunch. after brunch, i came back and slept from 12:30 - 4:15 in the effin afternoon. my entire day was blown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a shower and went to dinner with the fab 5. out of the 5 of us, 4 of us are seriously ready to just go berserk. to see everyone else upset makes me more upset about stupid shit. my head's about to explode. i've got a monster headache. i have to practically re-write my effin fsem paper, because my teacher's a cock and didn't return his peer editing to me until today. it's due tomorrow. goddamn chach. i have a paper due thursday. haven't started it. oh, but that's right. i'll have time to write it tomorrow, since ya know, i have lab until effin 5 in the evening. school is seriously startin to get me down. it can suck my left nut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna sleep. everything goes away when i sleep. granted, it's still there when i wake up. but all i've had the urge to do today is crash on my futon for the entire day. i need to listen to some music before i shoot myself in the effin head. grrrrrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9416671?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9416671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9416671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9416671' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9352503</id><published>2002-02-04T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T01:09:41.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;sooooo....haven't written in a coupla days. school is kickin my ass, but i'm gettin back on track. the first week of pledge week is now over. many a night were filled with me in a drunken stupor. surprise, surprise. onto the second week. went over to saxson's house to watch the super bowl today. i got really bored, really fast. stayed until right after halftime, and then i left.  luckily, i finished my paper which is due in fsem tomorrow. probably the worst paper i've ever written, but thankfully tomorrow is only peer editing. campus day is on tuesday, which means (woohoo!!) no classes! there's a campus day lock-up goin on, and basically, you send in the name and dorm room of the person you want whisked away to lock-up. they get one call to bail them out, and they have to be bailed with either $ .50 or 1 canned food. give ya one guess who i'm sending to jail for being a dick. score. man i'm smooth. talked to ryan on the phone tonight, an old buddy from gradeschool. was pretty rockin. talked to my brother online. he's got a show in kent on the 23rd. kick ass. just so happens to be little sibs weekend, so i've got amiee coming up. hopefully the band'll make their way out to my farm school afterwards. as for everything else, well. it's just there. kinda poopie, but there. i'm trying to deal with a bajillion things, but nothing seems to be going my way lately. and i'm tryin to keep my chin up, but it's gettin a little harder every now and then. can we say um..deja vu? i think so. unfortunately. i didn't think i'd have to go through this shit again, but it's already happened, and i'm left here in a shitty mood, with a bad attitude towards the opposite sex. i'm goin to bed now. hopefully i'll blow off some steam while sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9352503?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9352503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9352503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9352503' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9352270</id><published>2002-02-04T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T01:01:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: selena (yes, the movie's on, too)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetcherrie.com/main/interact/rbquiz.html"&gt; &lt;img src="http://203.134.64.103/acidstar/thomaward.gif" border=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You and Thom Yorke are a match made in heaven!. You're both quite shy, but highly intelligent and creative people. You might be described as being a wallflower at parties, but it is probably because you're so deep in thought! Music is a huge part of your life and you prefer to experiment with different genres of music, rather than sticking to the same thing, which makes you a perfect couple!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score! at least i can have a make-believe boyfriend! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9352270?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9352270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9352270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9352270' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9298224</id><published>2002-02-02T04:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T01:12:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;i'm stoned, drunk, and bitter towards anything with a penis. tonight was pretty damn good, nonetheless. I took a nap for 3 hours, and then had greek games down in the field house. i had 2 really large glasses of wine right before, so i was feeling pretty good. only problem: delta chi lamda (our) had to sing a song (as did the rest of the greek groups), about our club, so we sang one that went to the beat of "like a virgin" by madonna. of course, since i'm fairly decent on the buzzing meter, me and courtney (my big) decided to roll around on the ground just as as madonna did during her mtv vma performance. it was pretty fucking awesome though; people loved it. delta chi lambda's ended up getting 2nd place, so we won a blender (whoohoo!!) after greek games, i played power hour for a little bit, then went over to kurt and micah's. went downstairs and talked to jimmy. jimmy was a dick, so i went back upstairs, drank a beer, and smoked a bowl. then i caught up with nate and g, and we made a 3 a.m. run to hardee's the next town over. my stomach's about to explode, but it was damn good food, so it's alright. as for jimmy, nate's supposed to talk to him tomorrow because he's pissed that j's been acting this way towards other girls previously besides me. boys suck and they just don't get it :( i'm sure i'll write tomorrow while drunk, as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9298224?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9298224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9298224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9298224' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9211790</id><published>2002-01-30T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T18:40:44.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;so today sucked ass, but i'm making it through somehow. jimmy was in a really really bad mood last night, and kinda seemed to be takin it out on me :( i got upset and left, but i guess things are okee now..? i'm confused. anyways, i didn't get much sleep last night, and i had class early this morning. really shitty. i couldn't stay awake (like usual). then i had methods, immediately followed by lab, but my teachers decided to combine the class and lab, so i had 3 hours straight of work to do. i didn't get out until 5. i was ready to gouge someone's eyes out. violence? yes please, k? thx. as for right now, i've got homework to do. followed by a meeting. followed by drinking. followed by prolly more drinking. followed by...drinking. followed by seeing jimmy. followed by sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9211790?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9211790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9211790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9211790' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9188580</id><published>2002-01-30T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T02:32:05.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;today was alright. but man, tonight blew hardcore chunks. fuckin' a. people piss me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9188580?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9188580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9188580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9188580' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9147891</id><published>2002-01-28T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T23:32:41.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;well, started pledge week tonight. i have to admit, it was a lot of fun. i found out that my 2 bigs are courtney and mike harwat. since courtney was at work, harwat kinda started his thing right away and gave me a mr. t necklace and told me i have to wear it. it was a little bland though, so i threw a pink construction heart behind it :) started the scavenger hunt immediately. i was in a group with ally, mariah, and kyle. we kicked ass and won!! we got chocolate covered pretzels and a sort of "get out of jail free" pass that we can use against our bigs. other than that, not too much has been goin on. everyone's already drinkin' with their bigs, but i'm all by my lonesome. i'm sure the fun'll REALLY start tomorrow (hopefully). as for the homework situation...yeh...don't know how i'm gonna handle that this week. but luckily i get out of my classes early enough so i can work like mad and then party later. i've gotta get some sleep. my kids need me at nursery school tomorrow bright and early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9147891?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9147891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9147891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9147891' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9112703</id><published>2002-01-28T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T00:29:42.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good. I began my night last night by drinkin a few brews with kyle, then we headed to kurt and anthony's for a kickin party that lasted about 4 hours straight, and too many damn people in one room. I must admit: I was extremely hammered (when am I not though?) After the party, Anthony and I went down to ground Booth and sat in the lounge watching TV. If anyone would have come in they would have either a)laughed, or b)run out screaming, because we looked like zombies starin at the damn box. Jimmy came in after about 10 minutes; must admit, I was pretty damn happy because he had gone home the day before and I didn't think I'd see him for awhile. Anyways, we hung out, and I ended up sleeping in his room for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came by this afternoon, and I took him into G-ville to celebrate his birthday today (the big 5-5). I was gonna take him to Top Dog, the best hot dog place in the world. But it was closed for the day. To express how pissed I was, I started sayin, "what the fuck? fuckin' a." Now, I don't swear in front of my parents. So as soon as it had processed through my brain what I had actually said, I smacked my hand over my mouth and just looked at my dad. He thought it was pretty funny, thankfully. We ended up going to celebrate his birthday at Dairy Queen (what can I say; I'm poor). It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back, hung around for a little while, and went over to Jimmy's. We watched "Shrek," and then went to his IM floor hockey game at 9. They won :) Went back to his room afterwards and just chilled watchin tv. I've got class tomorrow morning at 9:30, and I REALLY don't wanna go, seeing as how I skipped the same class on Friday. This is gonna suck. I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9112703?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9112703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9112703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9112703' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9100330</id><published>2002-01-27T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-27T16:57:43.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. K? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;First Name: &lt;/b&gt;anne&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Middle Name: &lt;/b&gt;elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Last Name: &lt;/b&gt;burrows&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Hair Style: &lt;/b&gt;um. brown. and sometimes straight.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Eye Color: &lt;/b&gt;blue.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Height: &lt;/b&gt;me thinks 5'6".&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Location: &lt;/b&gt;Home - Avon Lake. Currently - Hiram. not that big of a difference between the two. oh yeh, except for the whole "civilization" thing Avon Lake's got goin on.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Birthday: &lt;/b&gt;september 21, 1983&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Zodiac Sign: &lt;/b&gt;virgo.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?: &lt;/b&gt;yesum.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Do you have a crush?: &lt;/b&gt;um. jimmy? isn't that the same? i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorites&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Animal: &lt;/b&gt;zebra.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Sport: &lt;/b&gt;um. sports are for losers. unless it involves drinking.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Color(s): &lt;/b&gt;blue.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Friend(s) Offline: &lt;/b&gt;okee, i know i'm a loser who's online all the time, but i don't like to actually talk to people online.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Friend(s) Online: &lt;/b&gt;refer to above answer.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Song(s) of the Moment: &lt;/b&gt;My Sundown, Jimmy Eat World.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Movie Quote: &lt;/b&gt;"You want a little advice? Well here's all you need to know: classes, nothing before 11, beer, it's your best friend, you drink a lot of it, women..you're a freshman, so that's pretty much out of the question, we have a car? someone in your hall will. find 'em and make friends with 'em on the first day." ~Droz, PCU~&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Store: &lt;/b&gt;sanrio. if i had an urban outfitter's out here, that would be one too. Unique. Salvo Army.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Feeling: &lt;/b&gt;knowing you have people who truly care about you. my clothes after i've ghetto washed them. my after meal cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Shoe: &lt;/b&gt;my doc's.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Scent: &lt;/b&gt;as of late, chicken wings. and jimmy's room.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Do You Wear Make-Up?: &lt;/b&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Which is more important, personality or looks?: &lt;/b&gt;personality.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;What kind of personality do you like in a guy/girl?: &lt;/b&gt;humorous, sweet, outgoing. crazy at times. have to keep up with me.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Do you move fast or slow in a relationship?: &lt;/b&gt;i duno. i'd guess i'm slow.?&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;What is your idea of the perfect guy/girl?: &lt;/b&gt;someone who is appreciative. will give their all. funny.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Would you ever ask someone out?: &lt;/b&gt;already have. :)&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Do you prefer blondes or brunettes: &lt;/b&gt;brunettes, thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love, Life &amp; Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;What is the first thing you notice about someone?: &lt;/b&gt;their eyes. smile. when i try to remember if i drank or smoked with them before.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Whens the last time you cried?: &lt;/b&gt;um. december 22nd i think.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?: &lt;/b&gt;child psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: &lt;/b&gt;no. except for jimmy when he wears my bear cub hat and claims he's an ewok.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Do you want children?: &lt;/b&gt;i'm apparently not allowed to have or be around children because of my dead baby jokes. :(&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;How far have you gotten? &lt;/b&gt;in reference to what. i'd rather not disclose that information.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Do you like LOVE someone right now?: &lt;/b&gt;um. yeh, that's pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Do they know?: &lt;/b&gt;refer to above answer.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Do you have a best friend?: &lt;/b&gt;i have many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Within the last 24 hours, have you..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;b&gt;Had a serious talk?: &lt;/b&gt;i was drunk. but yes. it still counts.&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;b&gt;Hugged someone? &lt;/b&gt;considering i was wearing my garfield sweatshirt that says 'hugs and kisses accepted..' yes.&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;b&gt;Gotten along well with your parents?: &lt;/b&gt;recently.? not really. but i just took my dad to dairy queen today for his birthday. i'm poor.&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;b&gt;Fought with a friend?: &lt;/b&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;b&gt;Give hugs?: &lt;/b&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;b&gt;Give back rubs?: &lt;/b&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;b&gt;Take walks in the rain?: &lt;/b&gt;it's no drunken tobodying. but yes.&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;b&gt;You ever have that falling dream?: &lt;/b&gt;unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;5: &lt;b&gt;What is on the walls of your room?: &lt;/b&gt;tons of shit.  I &lt;3 beer poster. calendars. pictures. charlie brown. spare change. radiohead. pink floyd. schtuff.&lt;br /&gt;6: &lt;b&gt;When you chew gum, what kind?: &lt;/b&gt;winterfresh.&lt;br /&gt;7: &lt;b&gt;Do you use chapstick?: &lt;/b&gt;as of late, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the last month have/did you..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Drink?: &lt;/b&gt;are you kidding.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Smoke?: &lt;/b&gt;please tell me you're joking.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Drugs?: &lt;/b&gt;negatory. haven't in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Go on a date?: &lt;/b&gt;um. kind of. we went to hot shot's with a group of people. that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Go to the movies?: &lt;/b&gt;the royal tenenbaums. GO SEE IT.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Go to the mall?: &lt;/b&gt;unfortunately. i try to stay away.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Eaten an entire cow?: &lt;/b&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Been on stage?: &lt;/b&gt;at hot shot's in drunken stupor's.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Been dumped?: &lt;/b&gt;nope. i did the dirty work.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Had someone be unfaithful to you?: &lt;/b&gt;yeh. it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Watched The Cosby Show: &lt;/b&gt;he's wearing a 'cosby sweater'.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Hiked a mountain?: &lt;/b&gt;um. no.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Made homemade cookies?: &lt;/b&gt;well. i ate cookie dough with ally straight from the container today. tasty.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Been in love?: &lt;/b&gt;in the past month, no. except for my dog. and two ton the sumo wrestler in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More stuff..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Are you popular?: &lt;/b&gt;popularity is a socially transmitted disease.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Are you pretty?: &lt;/b&gt;don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Do you have your own phone line?: &lt;/b&gt;i have my cell. but i don't really use it.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;What is your favorite word to say?: &lt;/b&gt;chach. chode (until some bastard stole it from me). poop.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;What is your favorite phrase to say?: &lt;/b&gt;"cuz you know what happens when you mess with the big dog: *WOOF WOOF*" "I'm retarded."&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;What are you doing right now?: &lt;/b&gt;NOT doing my homework. *wink* *wink* i mean. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;What song are you listening to?: &lt;/b&gt;nothing. if i were listening to music right now, it'd either be coldplay, dmb, or get up-kids. because that's what's in the stereo.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;What are you wearing?: &lt;/b&gt;khakis. chicago fire department: kids division t-shirt. little boys brown jean jacket. doc's. white socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9100330?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9100330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9100330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9100330' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9080530</id><published>2002-01-26T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-26T21:58:09.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Kyle's horrible singing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking. Of course. Kyle and I bought an 18 pack of bud light, and are waiting for time to go by a little faster so that we can head downstairs to yet another party on campus. "My baby? Where's my baby??" (Ralph Wiggum). Random quote, sorry. So last night was pretty good. Party hopping around campus with Joni and Jess was fun. Random quotes by Joni for the night: "Dood, you'd think with all these clothes on my floor that I got some nooky or something...no...I'm just a slob." "Jess, you had me at the goats." I guess you had to be there for them, and you also had to be drunk...but it was pretty fuckin funny, nonetheless. Today I went into town with Mark, and we went to Subway. After I came back, well..I sat on my ass for 4 hours (although it seemed a helluva lot longer). But I watched the Goonies, so that was entertainment in itself. :) Well, I'll prolly right more later, when I'm real good and drunk. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9080530?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9080530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9080530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9080530' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9060599</id><published>2002-01-26T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-26T01:48:36.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;holy shit. i am drunk. it is nice. but boring. i wish jimmy didn't go home tonight. :( i feel lonely. looks like i'll be snuggling by myself for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9060599?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9060599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9060599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9060599' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-9051043</id><published>2002-01-25T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-25T18:44:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Coldplay &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is a Constitutional Amendment being proposed that will ultimately ban homosexual marriages/civil unions and possibly domestic partner benefits in the future. It is being pushed through Congress quickly so as to make as little noise as possible. There's so much else in the news right now, that the amendment is not being noticed. This petition is being organized by a second party -- it's NOT an "add your name to the bottom and forward" sort of thing. You must go to the site itself in order to sign the petition. Please pass this along to your friends and family. By doing so, we can convey the message that the Constitution is about human rights, not just "religious rights". PLEASE READ, SIGN, AND FORWARD ON &lt;br /&gt;Oppose the Federal Marriage Amendment Petition http://www.petitiononline.com/0712t001/petition.html &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fucking sick is our government. Assholes. Someone needs to set their minds straight, because this narrow-minded homophobia bullshit is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Yesterday was an alright day. I was swamped with homework, but said 'fuck it' after awhile and went out to Hot Shot's. Let's just say that I was pretty hammered by night's end... I got back to my room around 2:30 a.m., threw some shit together, and slept over in Jimmy's room. I was supposed to wake up for my 9:30 class, and I did at 8:00. The problem though was that the power went out on campus during the course of the night, and while contemplating on whether or not I should go to class, I fell back asleep (whoops). At least I can blame it on the power outage! Hehe. I woke up around 11, went back to my room, finished up some homework, and went to my other class. Then I came back here and napped for an hour. Naps are good. I like naps. Tonight I'm plannin on going over to Miller and partying with the Miller boys. I'm surprised at myself that I'm gonna be drinking tonight, considering how last night was...wait a sec, no I'm not!! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-9051043?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9051043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/9051043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9051043' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8995421</id><published>2002-01-24T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T01:54:24.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Techno Music from American Pie in the background (the part where Jim attempts to strip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College can blow it out its ass.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could possibly hate school more than I do right now. &lt;br /&gt;I've been bombarded with shitloads of homework today. My quiz in FSem was a total bummer. Nothing but bullshit for my answers. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the library for 2 hours and couldn't stand being there anymore, so I stayed in Jimmy's room for a couple of hours. &lt;br /&gt;I just want the weekend to come.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to drink.&lt;br /&gt;I just want all this work to miraculously be gone.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to spend the night in Jimmy's room, because I don't have class til late..but he hasn't called me back :(&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to watch this movie. Band camp. ecky.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to curl up on the futon and eat my Girl Scout cookies.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to drink.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8995421?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8995421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8995421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8995421' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8954564</id><published>2002-01-22T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T22:31:09.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. 2nd day of nursery school. I couldn't tell if one of the kids was trying to hook me up with himself or his dad...either way, ecky. Highly enjoyable, nonetheless. Had class at 1:30 for 2 hours, and it was quite boring, but I managed to make it through. Following class, I attempted to work, but that was a big fat "no go." Went to dinner and met up with Joni and D. Jimmy and Nate came by later, so I sat and chilled with them, then went back to Booth to pick up my notebook from Kyle's. Went and spent some time in Jimmy's room...it was nice :) Unfortunately, he had a buttload of homework, but I just went to my Greek Council Symposium. Greek Week starts next week; I think I'm gonna die. I have soooo much homework to do in such little time because I'm a fucking procrastinator, but I guess that's one of those lessons you just have to learn the hard way. :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8954564?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8954564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8954564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8954564' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8936742</id><published>2002-01-22T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T12:28:32.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neasentra.com/tenenbaums/tenenbaumsquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.neasentra.com/tenenbaums/ethelinequiz.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am Etheline Tenenbaum. Who might you be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Tenenbaums. What a fucking awesome movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8936742?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8936742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8936742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8936742' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8921999</id><published>2002-01-21T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T23:26:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five CDs from your collection that you will never get tired of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Get-Up Kids : Something to Write Home About&lt;br /&gt;2. The Weakerthans : Left and Leaving&lt;br /&gt;3. Radiohead : The Bends&lt;br /&gt;4. Wax : What else can we do?&lt;br /&gt;5. Incubus : Make Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four things you'd like to learn: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How to train my stomach to handle cafeteria food without my butt exploding.&lt;br /&gt;2. How to delegate my time efficiently, rather than procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;3. How to make 'O' 's from my cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;4. Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four beverages you drink frequently: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Beer. &lt;br /&gt;3. Dr. Pepper to get me pumped to drink beer.&lt;br /&gt;4. Water (for those hangover days from drinking beer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four tv shows that were on when you were a kid: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gummy Bears.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Popples.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fraggle Rock.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eureka's Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four tv shows you watch now: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. 7th Heaven reruns at noon, in between my classes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Clueless, after 7th Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four places to go in your area: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A farm.&lt;br /&gt;2. A farm.&lt;br /&gt;3. Garrettsville, but only for cigarettes. &lt;br /&gt;4. A farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four things to do when you're bored: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sit on the futon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch TV while sitting on the futon.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play on computer.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep on the futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four things that never fail to cheer you up: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Midgets. &lt;br /&gt;2. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four Closest Friends: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy. Katie. Sarah. Amiee. The Fab 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four Closest Friends of the Opposite Sex: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark. Kyle. Mike's band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three Crushes (Past/Present) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy in sweatpants. Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four DREAM guys: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Stamos (Uncle Jesse era minus mullet). Zack Morris (SBTB era). Scott Baio (Chachi era). Corey Feldman (pre-bad movie decisions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four DREAM girls: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 20 years ago... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 10 years ago... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in 3rd grade. With Mrs. Knurek. Fat bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 5 years ago... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hated people in gradeschool.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was about to start highschool not knowing anyone.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was a chach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 2 years ago... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a junior.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was still a chach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 1 year ago... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a senior.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had a different boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was still a chach, but with better taste in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sat on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;2. I slept.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't stop eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8921999?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8921999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8921999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8921999' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8912359</id><published>2002-01-21T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T18:09:08.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;My days have turned into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself sitting on my futon all day because I'm so fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;Homework? Pshaw. Who needs that. &lt;br /&gt;I need a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Ally, Joni, and D come back tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god. This was the most unproductive weekend of my life.&lt;br /&gt;At least when I'm with them, I can make midget movies and the like.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8912359?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8912359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8912359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8912359' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8886315</id><published>2002-01-20T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T22:28:29.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: New Radicals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 10:30. This is what I have done today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2:30) - shower&lt;br /&gt;(3:00-5:00) - nothing&lt;br /&gt;(5:00) - trip into town to buy myself some mc d's and cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;(6:30-8:00) - sleep&lt;br /&gt;(8:00-10:30) - attempted to read for class. gave up. flipped the tv station between "Cocktail" and the Golden Globes&lt;br /&gt;(now) - nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond lazy. And I'm proud, damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8886315?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8886315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8886315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8886315' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8872477</id><published>2002-01-20T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T12:56:52.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Scooby Doo Theme Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez Louise I'm behind. This weekend has been pretty good so far. The 18th is the official day for J and I...hehe. The entire day on Friday was devoted to my International Day of Sleep. I slept for quite awhile; damn, did I need it. Friday night, I went to Jimmy and Nate's room, and we played 3-man with Richie, Adam, Andrea, and a couple others every now and then. It was a blast, but I got stuck being the 3-man about 2 or 3 times :( Then we all went up to Anthony's room and chilled there for a bit, then Jimmy and I came back and slept here on the futon. On Saturday, we woke up around 1:30, got ready, and left for my house to drop off a couple of things and for J to meet the 'rents. It went fairly well, and dinner was great :) We got back to Hiram around 7:15, watched Swingers, played some Laser Tag, went to Anthony's, smoke and drank a little, and called it a night. As for today, well..we just woke up about 1/2 an hour ago. We're both more than likely gonna work on our homework today so we can party tonight or whatever; we'll see. And I need a shower because I'm an ecky girl right now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8872477?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8872477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8872477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8872477' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8792178</id><published>2002-01-17T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T16:39:18.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Radiohead - Pyramid Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I watched "Monty Python's: The Meaning of Life" with Jimmy. That movie is sooo hilarious. *Note to self* - never be with Jimmy after 2 a.m...he gets too goofy :) Today was a pretty lazy day. Even though I didn't get to bed until 3:00 a.m., I luckily had a later class today. I set my alarm for 10, but passed back out on the futon until 12:30. Whoops. Class was at 1:30, so I didn't get to eat at all, and now my tummy is grumbling :( Ally's leavin tonight for her ski trip to Vermont for the weekend...it'll be lonely for awhile :( Unfortunately, I have to drive home sometime this weekend to drop off the wrong book I ordered on ecampus. God, that place sucks. I also ordered another book (the day before xmas eve), and I still haven't gotten that one. Assholes. Anyways, so I'm not lonely on the 2 hour roundtrip, I think I've conned Jimmy into goin w/me (should be..fun?) hehe. As for right now, I'm just chillin and listening to some tunes (like normal). I'm out of cigarettes. Think I'll go to dinner. Then the gas station. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8792178?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8792178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8792178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8792178' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8762236</id><published>2002-01-16T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T18:44:47.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Radiohead - High and Dry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin in my room, trying to do my homework, but I can't concentrate at all. I know I didn't embellish too much on last night, but yeh, it was awesome :) That's all I can really say. I woke up for my 9:30 class today, and it was HORRIBLE. I couldn't stay awake, and when I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; awake, I was just daydreaming, so it was kind of a waste. I'm surprised I made it through the day today at all; my body's kinda shutting down on me due to lack of sleep. I had psych today, and then a lab, too, so it wasn't much fun sitting for virtually 3 1/2 straight hours. There was an auction in the Kennedy Center earlier, so we had some FINE food there. It was mighty tasty. The quote of the night thus far is when I was eating some bbq chicken, I just picked it up and ate it with my hands, you know? So Joni goes, "I could never eat it like that...it'd be like..eating a dead bird." Jess, D and I all just looked at her, laughed, and said, "JONI, IT'S CHICKEN." I guess you had to be there, but it was pretty hilarious. Saw Jimmy during dinner and talked with him for a little bit. I'm supposed to go to his room tonight to watch a movie, but with the way I've been the past coupla days, I've warned him that I'll prolly just fall asleep. No class tomorrow until 1:30, so at least I get to sleep in :) That's it for now...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8762236?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8762236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8762236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8762236' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8740529</id><published>2002-01-16T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T02:53:36.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I started my nursery school volunteerism earlier today. It was soooo awesome. The kids are not only adorable, but hilarious as well. I can't get enough of 'em. It kinda sucks though that I'll only get to see them once a week, but it'll have to do. My Communications class went fairly well, although I have a lot of reading to catch up on :( As for earlier tonight, well.....I went to Hot Shot's with the new boy (Jimmy..yes, I'm using his name now), to celebrate Josh's 21st birthday. All I have to say is that it was an incredible night, with hopefully many more to come in the future with the boy :) It'll be sweet dreams for me for quite awhile *giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8740529?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8740529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8740529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8740529' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8704301</id><published>2002-01-15T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T00:43:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Nothing. Ally's in bed. Just the fan humming.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a little behind, b/c this'll post for the 15th, but I'm still livin in the 14th. Last night (Sunday) was a great night. I ended up talking on the phone earlier in the afternoon to this amazing person. Talked for a little over an hour, just about basic stuff. He was sick though :( so I told him I'd bring him chicken noodle soup, and our midget movie to give him a good laugh :) I ended up missing him by 2 seconds, because he had to go study, so I left him a note, and he ended up leaving me a voicemail apologizing and said he'd take a rain check :) Talked to him later on last night, and went out to watch him in his first IM floor hockey game. Got back to his room and talked from about 11:30 until 2:30 a.m., and then I remembered I had class at 9:30 (whoops). So we called it a night. I woke up for my usual routine, went to classes, and found myself not able to concentrate at all. I was daydreaming too much about our conversations and couldn't focus on the Hundred Years' War or different types of variables in experiments. I talked to him earlier this evening for an hour again, and we've got plans to go to Hot Shot's tomorrow night together. Should be fun :) I went shopping at Goodwill in Warren earlier with Ally, and got some nifty shit. I even found a glo-worm, but I don't think it was sterilized, and it probably had children's urine on it or something. Ecky. Then we went to a bookstore, and I stocked up on my Berenstain Bear's collection for the future. Later on tonight, I went out with Jess, D, and Ally to a bar in Kent to see one of Jess's friends do his comedy routine. Considering it was his first time, he was pretty good, but they cut him off too short :( I felt bad. Went to Wendy's, found out they didn't have Frosty's, and noted that Dave Thomas would be rollin in his grave if he heard of no Frosty's at his restaurant.. Was supposed to make a cameo appearance in the boy's room tonight just to see how he was doing, but he wasn't there :( And I kinda felt like a chach callin and havin his roommate pick up, but it's alright. I'll just have to wait to see him tomorrow, I guess. There's just something about him that makes me really want to get to know him. I can't put my finger on it. He's actually interested in &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;, not superficial schtuff, He likes to talk, but he's shy at the same time. He's sweet. He cares. Someone must be thinkin of me up there with the big guy, because this hasn't happened in a loooooooooong time for anne. As Jess said, "You deserve this!" Looks like tomorrow's gonna be another day of not paying attention in class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my one hour psych course at the nursery school tomorrow. From what I've heard from the boy, it's great, but I'm nervous for some reason (why I'll never know. How old are kids in nursery school again? right..) I've got that from 9 - 11, and then Communications from 1:30-3:30. From then on out, I have a feeling it's just gonna be anxiety and nervousness until nighttime arrives, and then I'm on my own :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8704301?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8704301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8704301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8704301' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8657164</id><published>2002-01-13T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T15:28:00.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.badsheep.net/zingy/radiohead/thebends.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;A HREF="http://www.badsheep.net/zingy/radiohead/radiohead.html"&gt;Which Radiohead Album are you? Quiz.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was definitely um..adventurous? We started off our night by going to the basketball game at 7:00. The boys played Wittenburg, and of course, by the time halftime arrived, the score was something along the lines of: Whittenburg - 5 billion, Hiram - 10. That's our sports for ya. We left disappointed at half time, and me, Amiee, and Ally chilled in our room for a bit. Around 8:30, we started to get ready for Studio 54. Our room was ransacked with shit because it was decided that 6 people would change in our room, and leave all the clothes strewn about...Everyone dressed in...different apparel. I had on my zebra skirt, black tank top, zebra jacket, and 'fuck me' boots, amiee was dressed as Barbie (or baby spice..whichever) by wearing a pink dress with a barbie polo shirt over it, ally was wearing 70s pants and a tank, and meanwhile, Jess had on a black tank, red skirt, and blue spandex...? She looked like superman, minus the whole 'underwear on the outside' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the party around 10:30, were admitted in by the bouncer, and began drinking immediately. I downed 3 beers and a jello shot, and saw a guy walking around with nothing but speedo bottoms on, with condoms taped all around it (quite disgusting..). Meanwhile, someone else came in and did a striptease, and we decided we'd had our share for the night. We came back to Whitcomb, and went to a party the floor below us. Meanwhile, Joni brought back random girl A, Theresa, and let her pass out on our futon, where she proceeded to puke sometime during the course of the night, but it's all good. Nothin some Shout wipes and disinfectant can't take care of. The party downstairs was pretty awesome nonetheless, despite a few unplanned mishaps and fights. Everyone in my room woke up at 8:30, and I rolled over and slept til 11:15. I've been trying to clean my room all day today, but my efforts are pretty shitty, plus, I've got a ton of homework to do, so we'll see how it goes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8657164?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8657164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8657164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8657164' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8634304</id><published>2002-01-12T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-12T16:45:54.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music: Elliot - Calm Americans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for Saturdays. Yesterday was insanity in itself. I ended up not going home, and I'm soooo glad that I didn't. At 5:00, Ally, D, Joni and I all went to dinner, and immediately started talking about the MTV special on Thursday night, "True Life: I'm a little person." We laughed about it for 2 hours straight. We even went out of our way to use Jess's video camera, since she went home for the night, to film a day in the life of a midget and midget exercising. It was a classic video, but of course, can be easily used for blackmail. I guess you had to be there to see how crazy we were gettin about it...Then from around 7-11, Ally and I sat on our ass's in our room because there was nothing going on on campus. Eventually, we ventured down to the 3rd floor and were boozin for quite a period of time. We showed everyone the midget video (why, I'll never know..), played a game of caps, made some phone calls around 3:00 a.m., and called it quits for bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up today until 12:30, and Ally left me a note that said she had left at noon and would be back later tonight. The best part is the ending, "P.S. - 'I had trouble tying my shoes cuz my arms are too short! Ahhh! I'm frustrated!'" I guess you have to understand our whole midget schpeel. D's new boy interest is up for the night, and we're planning on corrupting him like no other. Jess and Ally are comin back around 5, and my bud Amiee's comin up for the night, as well, so it's one helluva girl's night out. Headin off to the mens basketball game around 7:30, followed by the possible studio 54 party, but we'll see how everyone feels. As for what I've done today, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I'm almost TOO bored, but I guess I just have to get used to it like first semester. Maybe I'll hear from J.A.? Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8634304?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8634304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8634304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8634304' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268374.post-8606768</id><published>2002-01-11T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T15:20:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. Yesterday, I had my sound and lighting debut in KC Ballroom. Boy was I wrong in my assumptions of what it would be like. I'm used to working with theater lighting and all that jazz. This was like, dance party lighting: disco ball, strobe light, etc. I was there for 5 hours setting up and doing whatever, but I was mostly just standing around. I'm the only freshman, and for the first 2 hours, the other people involved made me feel like a tool who didn't know what the hell they were doing. That pissed me off. On a brighter note, 3 of the people are in the tech-theater, so I talked to them for awhile once they got the sticks out of their ass. No one showed up to the open mic/karaoke, and frankly, I don't blame them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to my room around 10:15, hung out, and then went to Hot Shot's with Josh, Ally, and Tara. I told myself earlier yesterday that I wouldn't drink because I had class this morning at 9:30. Whoops..I didn't quite follow through with that the way I had hoped. I had a mixture of shots and beer, and by the time we left I was feelin pretty good. The atmosphere was insane; extremely loud and horny. I looked around me and there are people gettin on top of each other like it's the last day on fuckin' earth (pardon the pun). The highlights of the night were many though: *Ally's quote - "Are you about to puke? Cause &lt;b&gt;I AM&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Why don't you smoke another joint?!" *My heart-to-heart with Courtney, and *My great convo on life with Saxson. It's amazing the things you say and do when you're hammered, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally made plans to go home for tonight because I promised Al that I would see him in the Joe's show. I have no drive though; it's been a long week with classes and all, and I'm in no mood to make the 2 hour roundtrip drive....plus my car sucks. I think I'm just gonna chill on campus tonight, and wander aimlessly for a party. As for tomorrow, a lot's goin on. Having a girls' slumber party in room 417 (my room) with ally (well, she lives here..), jess, joni, and possibly amiee. It should be a blast. Maybe we'll go to the studio 54 party in Bowler. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for everything else going on in my life right now, it pretty much sucks some serious balls. I hate 2 out of my 3 classes, and I wish the teachers much harm for making my 2nd semester shitty thus far. I've only got about 4 more months though. I'm almost done. I've just gotta keep telling myself that :( Damn this is a long entry. I have no life. Boys suck. Okee, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268374-8606768?l=emochick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8606768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268374/posts/default/8606768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emochick.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8606768' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233805681660943838</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></entry></feed>
