<?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-6530389</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:42:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//__Blurred Vision__</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog...yadda yadda</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6530389.post-112605413243507162</id><published>2005-09-06T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:48:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long delay</title><content type='html'>SORRY SORRY SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started and I became engrossed in the morbid rapture that is homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'm sorry. I'll be saying sorry until the day I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-112605413243507162?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112605413243507162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112605413243507162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112605413243507162' title='long delay'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-112362741084824966</id><published>2005-08-09T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:43:30.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACA!</title><content type='html'>Leaving for Indiana for three days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-112362741084824966?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112362741084824966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112362741084824966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112362741084824966' title='VACA!'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-112303013067502250</id><published>2005-08-02T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:48:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dt</title><content type='html'>Saturday was fun. I x3 Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was fun, except for the second half which involved driving through Gary and Englewood in a Lexus. The Chicago Skyway is a joke, so not as fun as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was another fun day. Lin is pretty.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a horrible person. I went shopping three days in a row. I bought stuff all three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working with my mom a couple days this week and I'm volunteering at the childrens' museum on Friday. Then Chrissy's party on Saturday, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I totally redid the concept of my story...remember my story? I think it's better now. Last night I also learned that people suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find a link to my new story in the content. Read and review...or I'll hunt you down and eat your babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-112303013067502250?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112303013067502250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112303013067502250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112303013067502250' title='dt'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-112230949851055111</id><published>2005-07-25T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:38:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot</title><content type='html'>So...hot...outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer was perrrrfect! This summer is too hot. I guess it's better, though, because you can go swimming without freezing. But today it's supposed to storm! -clappter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a special announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Self Dignity&lt;br /&gt;2/15/1989-7/21/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I got a MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to console myself on Saturday. After much deliberation on what my plans would be, I ended up seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Christina, Beth, and Danielle. I laughed and laughed. Some of the jokes were surprisingly sophisticated and we came to the conclusion that the movie(s) and the book contain layer upon layer of social criticism. The man sitting next to me laughed like he had a balloon stuck in his throat, which added to the hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we ate at Noodles &amp; Company, then walked around for a bit. I had to take Danielle home because she couldn't stay over. Christina and Beth followed me home, then we went to Blockbuster and rented "Ghost World" (very funny) and "Butterfly Effect" (disturbing.) I also made them watch Napola, which they loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy and I have decided to somehow send a package to Berlin in the hope that it finds a place in the hands of Max Riemelt. How do you send packages to Europe? Is it expensive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-112230949851055111?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112230949851055111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112230949851055111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112230949851055111' title='hot'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-112173135024190435</id><published>2005-07-18T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:02:30.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hp 2</title><content type='html'>I finished HBP in a total of 15 hours (not all together) which beats my goal of 2 days, or 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk about yet...not everyone has finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; get interrupted though. On Sat. I had to go with my parents to this like...barbeque thing in the middle of nowhere. I can proudly say that I am cityfolk, or suburbiafolk? I was not made for the country. Not at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a reading day. Thank god. But I had to go to my grandma's house and it was too loud to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I get my top braces off on Aug 22nd!! -claps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you were wondering, my playlist's going crazy so I'm trying to fix it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-112173135024190435?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112173135024190435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112173135024190435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112173135024190435' title='hp 2'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-112153475248735607</id><published>2005-07-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:25:52.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hp</title><content type='html'>OMGZ OMGZ OMGZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so much fun! I x3 downtown Naperville!! The little kids were so cute, we saw some playing land quidditch! Everything was transformed into something from Harry Potter and we walked on the Riverwalk too. Chrissy and Lin were dressed up and people kept stopping them. Christina and Theresa went to the Mugglenet party, but "it didn't live up to standards" so they decided to go to the Naperville one, but it was after we left. Christina dressed up like Lucius and Theresa dressed up like Snape. I want to see pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooo hot though, but it cooled down a little bit in the evening. We ate at Noodles and then had some ice cream at Cold Stone. The lines were so long...so many little screaming children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left, we came back to my house and watched the 3rd movie. Then at about 10:30 I took Danielle home and got back at about 11:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a reading day. Tomorrow is a reading day. Don't talk to me...don't call me until Monday. I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be finished before you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-112153475248735607?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112153475248735607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112153475248735607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112153475248735607' title='hp'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-112092931798491472</id><published>2005-07-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:52:28.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im baaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;//EDIT: 7/12  New Layout!!//&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! Early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that I refuse to sleep with cockroaches and I DID NOT pay like $900 to live in a prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall never speak of this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to drive anywhere now! YAYAYAYAYAYAY! Yesterday I drove all around with Chrissy and Kelly and we watched "Napola" finally. It was so good and I x3 Max Riemelt and Jonas Jagermeyr. I also bought some lovely sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to a Sox game with my family and tomorrow we're going shopping in Indiana. Shopping....shopping....shopping.....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting all the layouts now and I'm adding some more content. If you have any suggestions on content (anything you'd like to see up) just leave a comment or e-mail me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my comments are broken again. It doesn't show the right number. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER NEXT WEEK! OMFGZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-112092931798491472?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112092931798491472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112092931798491472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112092931798491472' title='im baaaack'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-112032831346735819</id><published>2005-07-02T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T11:18:33.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zoooom</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leave again tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise was a lot of fun. The staff members were from all different countries, so it was hard to understand them. Our waiters were from Croatia and Bulgaria. They were good waiters...I miss them. :(  I ate sooooo much lol. There was even a midnight buffet, but I guess that's how you do it in the South. There were A LOT of people from Florida and other southern states. I've had enough honky tonk to last me a lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....OH! I got my driver's license before I left. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my friends. We must meet when I return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: SORRY about the hold up on layouts. Life's been a bit busy lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-112032831346735819?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112032831346735819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/112032831346735819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112032831346735819' title='zoooom'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111928973173419802</id><published>2005-06-20T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:18:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sicky icky</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Edit 6/24: I didn't want to make a new post for this, but I'm leaving tomorrow! Don't miss me too much! : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! YAY! Chrissy's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; leave in 5 days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend sucked. I was sooooo sick on Saturday. I slept most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I wandered around aimlessly with Mary and we left a note on Chrissy's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I saw The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with my friend Danielle. It was &lt;em&gt;ok.&lt;/em&gt; A bit corny at times. AND. I. GOT. MY. HAIRCUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, like I mentioned, was a day of nothing. I felt so sick and I have no idea why. I did watch a movie at night; Hotel Rwanda. It was a great movie, but really sad. I would reccomend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a family day, considering it was Father's Day. We just went to my aunt's house, she had a bbq. My little cousin attacked me and got Pepsi in my hair. When I got home my &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; cousins were there to drop off a present for my dad and then I went with them to get ice cream. When I got home I watched The Aviator which was really good but really long. It finished at like 2:30. I'm like Chrissy now...a creature of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have FIVE DAYS to be with you guys!!! I won't see you again til like...July 14th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111928973173419802?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111928973173419802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111928973173419802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111928973173419802' title='sicky icky'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111868316443203661</id><published>2005-06-13T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:19:24.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wweeee</title><content type='html'>This weekend was fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to my friend Danielle's party, which was a supernatural tour of Chicago.  I got so scared. I think we found a dead hobo under a bridge. I couldn't sleep that night. : / Oh yes, and Christina found a metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I had my cousin's baby shower. BABY, yay! After, I was supposed to get my hair cut but the place was closed. :(  Then I just went with my cousins to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith which was actually really good and funny. I got home at like 1:30 and I was real tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went shopping and then to my grandma's. After my grandma's a different cousin came over and we watched The Notebook. It finished at like 1:00 and I couldn't sleep until like 3:00 cause I drank a Mountain Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer is being taken away! From June 25-30th I have a cruise and then from July 3-12th I'm going to Puerto Rico for this hispanic leadership thing, but I guess it's fun! I'm gonna miss you guys. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my HAIRCUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111868316443203661?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111868316443203661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111868316443203661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111868316443203661' title='wweeee'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111775679916536966</id><published>2005-06-02T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:50:26.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;//EDIT: NEW LAYOUT!//&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This layout is starting to bore me, lol. I might change it after finals next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reeeaaalllyyy stressed out right now! I just want school to be over :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; immature people! People suck so bad. Why are we assholes? I really wish I knew what went on in other's people heads cause some people just act like idiots. I'm sooooooooooooo glad tomorrow is the last day I have to see them for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and why are so people so afraid to stand up to other people? And why is everyone trying to be so cool? People suck suck suck. You SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha...hopefully &lt;em&gt;you people&lt;/em&gt; aren't reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111775679916536966?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111775679916536966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111775679916536966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111775679916536966' title='ugh'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111669769692809227</id><published>2005-05-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:08:08.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: NEW LAYOUT!! Ha...I had the other one for what? A week? I like this one; it was inspired by Rilo Kiley's "Portions for Foxes." Hope you like it ! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...whoa...whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skldhfioewrbjlewhguikj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the um...choas...of the last post, let's try to keep our comments civil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have issues with someone, please deal with it IN PERSON. My site is not here for you to use. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was very...tired. I just want school to be over. TWO WEEKS UNTIL FINALS! Yesterday I went to talk to a nun, because I needed one more service hour. She was very...um...fiesty? I liked her scooter a lot. She was old. I also went shopping with Chrissy and Kelly. Star Wars, everywhere, Star Wars. Why? I ate cookies this morning and Star Wars was on it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111669769692809227?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111669769692809227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111669769692809227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111669769692809227' title='issues'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111594356095924396</id><published>2005-05-12T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:22:56.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTHONYYYY</title><content type='html'>ANTHONY IS GOOOOOONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. If he doesn't make it here, he's a shoe-in for the European market. They'll like...eat him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate Carrie so much, but I can't. I stil don't like her though. I guess it's cause Carrie's like girl-Anthony in a way. I can't watch them when they sing together. It's too much...Aryaness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hate Bo. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new nusance: MySpace. I hate it more than I hate Bo. It's so dumb, for lack of a better term. I can't describe it myself, but I found someone can. It's amazing. You must read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So my question is: Why does everyone have a MySpace? I mean, people obviously don't write in them. I've seen MySpace sites where people pretty much have a total of zero posts. However, they do have a plethora of seductively posed self pictures, as well as 6534235634362 people on their Friends list. Of course, these so-called Friends cram each others comment boxes with useless comments such as "wut up! lol, you are sooo hot!" and "lol, lol thanx 4 the add, talk to you soon." Then never actually talking to that person again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on the pictures. It is so incredibly obvious that these MySpace camera whores are taking pictures of themselves with an outdated digital camera. It's great how these phonies like to try to pull a "sexy" face; the thin lips tweaked into a pout, the poorly cut bangs eating the face, half of the arm that is outstretched and holding the camera. What's even better is when people take pictures of themselves in the mirror so that the flash reflects off their greasy foreheads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111594356095924396?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111594356095924396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111594356095924396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111594356095924396' title='ANTHONYYYY'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111516615971627300</id><published>2005-05-03T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T17:22:39.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa!</title><content type='html'>Ah! I haven't posted in a little bit, too much going on. Time moves sooooo fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to the movies with Christina, Sonia, Theresa, Lauren, Mary, Sabs, and Gen. We saw Boogieman. It sucked. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to Champagne to see my cousin dance. It was fun, but the drive was long and we got a little bit lost. I couldn't get my t-shirt.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had to go to school for Youth Initiative training. It was long and meh. Not fun, not boring...just meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Anthony doesn't go home tomorrow. It's his birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111516615971627300?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111516615971627300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111516615971627300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111516615971627300' title='whoa!'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111436492562662176</id><published>2005-04-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:48:45.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>victor</title><content type='html'>Friday I had no school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to McDonald's and to the movies with some people. I'm too lazy to type out names, but I'll include Christina. She sat next to me during the stupid movie and we sang the Three's Company theme song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was fun. She taught me secret Neo-Nazi codes while we were going down Archer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my little cousin's birthday party. He was born on 4/20. Ha. It was rather amusing. The clown started talking to me. I hate clowns. Chrissy is a clown. She makes balloon bikes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold. There were flurries. I feel so confused right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to stay home because I feel weird, but I don't kno if I will. My mom wants to go shopping and when I go shopping I tend to want things and I don't think she'll buy them for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note...new layout!! Almost everybody got a new layout this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-brrrr-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111436492562662176?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111436492562662176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111436492562662176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111436492562662176' title='victor'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111375762604261962</id><published>2005-04-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T10:07:06.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver!</title><content type='html'>I just realized how much I really like musicals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went to get a facial and the lady hurt me. That's not supposed to happen. When I came home my eyes hurt A LOT because she got stuff in them so I couldn't go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a cleaning day in the morning and "Oliver!" in the evening. It was really cute and I liked it. The seats weren't too bad either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sister's Confirmation and I get to watch my little cousins while everyone's at church! They're so cute, I'll take pictures so you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone's running around and lunch is here...so bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSY MAKE NAVY PIER WORK FOR US!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-or die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111375762604261962?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111375762604261962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111375762604261962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111375762604261962' title='Oliver!'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111317074433038014</id><published>2005-04-10T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:05:44.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>project</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was better. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went to Chrissy's. We swapped cd's and watched the Sound of Music. I got to hear the song Anthony butchered last week. I really thought he was gonna go home. I mean, every week Simon says something horrible to him and he looks like he's going to cry. He's only 19, so maybe he can't handle it all. American Idol is gonna kill him and he's already died once. Why again? WHY?! Maybe, just maybe, he'll improve this week. -crosses fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was supposed to be a project day, but I ended up shopping with my mom. Today is project day. I just finished my poster and now I'm working on what I'm going to say when I present. Ihe topic I randomly picked was the history of Spain from the beginning to 1492. Lucky me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to sneek a new layout in! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's inspired by the the song "The Dreamclub Murders" by Dead Poetic, who's in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go "work" on my project...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111317074433038014?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111317074433038014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111317074433038014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111317074433038014' title='project'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111266770524909362</id><published>2005-04-04T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:21:45.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amusing</title><content type='html'>This weekend was...amusing...to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize now with all of my heart, but I'm going to do a Chrissy. It is the only way to do this post justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: It was a bit rainy and gross outside, but I was happy because that's my favorite. Around 5:00 Mary came over and we made puppy chow and smoothies. Then we ate our puppy chow and drank our smoothies while watching Finding Nemo, which is the best movie ever made. Getting the ingredients for said chow and smoothies was a bit...scary. It's bad when your steering wheel gets stuck. Very bad, remember that children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: The lady who cleans cut her foot with glass. Woopah. I had to clean, a lot. After the cleaning I went to the mall with Chrissy and Lin. Well...we went to the Lexus dealership, then to the **CITY** (Lin's house), and THEN to the mall. We didn't really spend much time in the mall to tell you the truth. We went to a craft store and spent most of our time in there. It was fascinating. After shopping in the craft store we went outside to wait for our rides. I WILL get my license soon, I swear to you! While we waited I laughed a lot and then we started the Sidewalk Symphony. When I got home my sister decided to have fun and she moved my furniture around. She is 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Homework. I had to do a lot of homework. So much homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I hate 13/14 year olds, a lot. I remember when having a Blog/LJ/Xanga/MySpace was an "OMG! You're such a LOSER" thing. Now it's suddenly "cool". People suck so much. These infantile children are using the internet for evil and I feel pity for them when I see their Xangas or whatever. They talk about their problems freely like people really care. Why can't they get REAL friends like people they can actually TALK to because complete strangers aren't made for that. They also post like...child porn of themselves, it's utterly disturbing. Why are they trying to act like they're 20 when they're JUST 13. Do you know what happens to people who don't live a full childhood? They turn into Michael Jackson. So have a nice life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished another chapter of my story, so it should be up on the site soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111266770524909362?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111266770524909362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111266770524909362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111266770524909362' title='amusing'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111221313701380297</id><published>2005-03-30T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T12:07:52.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>I'm back everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was lovely and fun. The weather was perfect and it's not too bad over here, which is good. I think spring is starting to burst through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really as tan as I usually am, because we did a lot more "exploring" this trip. I loathe long posts with a passion, so I'm not going to tell you every detail of what we did. It was a lot of fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xs.to/xs.php?h=xs22&amp;d=05133&amp;amp;f=building.png" target="_blank"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://xs.to/xs.php?h=xs22&amp;d=05133&amp;amp;f=flowers.png" target="_blank"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://xs.to/xs.php?h=xs22&amp;d=05133&amp;amp;f=pool.png" target="_blank"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://xs.to/xs.php?h=xs22&amp;d=05133&amp;amp;f=sunset.png" target="_blank"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://xs.to/xs.php?h=xs22&amp;d=05133&amp;amp;f=waterfall.png" target="_blank"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://xs.to/xs.php?h=xs22&amp;d=05133&amp;amp;f=yelapa.png" target="_blank"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are of the building and some are pictures of Yelapa when we walked to the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, NEW LAYOUT! I couldn't help it, sorry. I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Anthony doesn't go home today. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111221313701380297?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111221313701380297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111221313701380297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111221313701380297' title='im back'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111118288142376797</id><published>2005-03-18T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T13:54:41.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so bad</title><content type='html'>I'm such a sucky updater. I always tell people to update or I will delete their layouts and here I am updating every 100 years. It's not like I don't go online, I go on like everyday. I guess I'm just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself a new layout because I have layout ADD. I can't stay with one too long or I'll go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty boring, nothing except St. Patrick's day but I don't celebrate it.  Yesterday I made time for my speech for the first time and I got speaker of the day. Tonight I'm spending some quality time with my cousin Becky because my sister has two volleyball games and my parents are going to some concert by some man named Juanes...this should be interesting. Maybe I can recuit Chrissy, if she doesn't have plans. She's a busy girl. Too busy, yes Chrissy, you are too busy. your life should be devoted to ME!!! Ha...ew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a BUSY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave on Tuesday for lovely Puerto Vallarta!! YippEe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111118288142376797?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111118288142376797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111118288142376797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111118288142376797' title='so bad'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-111058121554649895</id><published>2005-03-11T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:46:55.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best ever</title><content type='html'>Today was officially one of the best days ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up my speech and said "mushrooms" instead of "marshmallows" and I laughed and laughed oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony is in the final 12!! But so is Constantine...ew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina lost her voice and she sounded like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Fairly Odd Parents in geometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party in Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot and now I feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I had to hug my religion teacher...I don't even hug people I really know that much. It was the weirdest thing ever and I never want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, all is well in the world. No more word war! It came to a peaceful end. Yay for communication!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-111058121554649895?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111058121554649895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/111058121554649895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111058121554649895' title='best ever'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110988888576182462</id><published>2005-03-03T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T14:28:05.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>squawk!</title><content type='html'>Ah! No posting in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week AI was amazing. Anthony was wonderful! I hate Mario...I can't stand him...-shiver-.&lt;br /&gt;Bo sang a song about a whipping pole and he looked a bit like Jesus. Scott looked like a melting scoop of neopolitan ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Constantine....oh, Constantine. I thought his kind were extinct. He was squawking like an ancient bird of some sort. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened this week...but the stuff that did I'm not going to post up here because it's private and I'm not a freak. And if you want to know, then you're a freak. I just hope these issues get resolved in a...peaceful...manner. I'm going shopping with Chrissy and Lin on Saturday! Yes, Chrissy, I have real shopping to do. Brace yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110988888576182462?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110988888576182462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110988888576182462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110988888576182462' title='squawk!'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110927359044362754</id><published>2005-02-24T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:33:10.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's safe</title><content type='html'>I'm sick!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home right now because I didn't feel well this morning and I got to stay home from school! yaY...kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched American Idol last night and I swear I was clinically dead for about two seconds because I thought Anthony was going home. If he goes home I will be very, very sad. I've read all this crap about him on message boards...people and their weirdass theories. He is not a Commie...though the thought is amusing...spreading the evil of Communism via song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is NOT a clone of Clay Aiken. Clay looks like a freakin pixie...and he runs around like one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs17.xs.to/pics/05084/anthony.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Anthony next week guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...incase you didn't already know, Ryan Seacrest is an asshole. I felt like punching him last night for that whole "Judd, you're out" &lt;em&gt;thing. &lt;/em&gt;It was horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in God's foresaken hell is wrong with Britney Spears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs17.xs.to/pics/05084/weirdbrit.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new video makes me feel like I've been transported to a land were the mystery of Eurotrash and all things annoyingly Japanese have combined in one full-blown effort to kill me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Sims 2! It's a lovely game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110927359044362754?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110927359044362754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110927359044362754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110927359044362754' title='he&apos;s safe'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110850724310074732</id><published>2005-02-15T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T14:40:43.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday pt 2</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday! yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank all the special people that made it a wonderful birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to wear my uniform today or do any work in school because it was sophomore retreat day. The retreat was...um...w/e. I really don't understand it. We get into small groups and all act like we're friends when we're not. It's supposed to promote unity, but nothing's gonna change. The assholes will still be assholes...they were born that way. Sometimes I want to bop a lot of people on the head cause they're such idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy that I'm friends with great people, because they're not idiots and they're not assholes and they're just down-to-earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to you, if you were born today too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110850724310074732?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110850724310074732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110850724310074732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110850724310074732' title='birthday pt 2'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110824583996868068</id><published>2005-02-12T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:03:59.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all shiny</title><content type='html'>I put up a new layout...incase you didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I like it because it's chaotic and not my "norm", but it might grow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babysitting the best babies ever today and Cathy is gonna help! She's bringing Angela with her after they go see the -gag- Jesse McCartney -gag- concert. He's doing a mall tour I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and looked around my room. It was horrible, crap everywhere, so I cleaned it. That was a big mistake. I just finished right now and I never want to buy ANYTHING ever again. I found the craziest shit in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is all new and shiny now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110824583996868068?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110824583996868068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110824583996868068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110824583996868068' title='all shiny'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110800790779725840</id><published>2005-02-09T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:58:27.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ashes ashes</title><content type='html'>Today is/was Ash Wed. Lent starts and I have to give up something for 40 days. I still don't know what that's gonna be exactly. Whoops....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to eat all veggies and fish today because it's a fast day and no meat allowed! My mom was gonna make this awesome steak stuff, but we have to wait until tomorrow. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass today was soooo funny because they actually messed up and said "asses" instead of  "ashes". I laughed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change this layout and I made three over the weekend, but I'm not sure which one I'm gonna use. I also updated my story, so if you have a chance PLEASE read it and PLEASE review! THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days til the BEST DAY EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110800790779725840?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110800790779725840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110800790779725840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110800790779725840' title='ashes ashes'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110749274246739329</id><published>2005-02-03T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T09:33:31.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tutor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Edit: There was some confusion about reviewing the story. You scroll to the bottom and hit the drop-down menu and change it to submit review if it's not already on that option. YOU DO NOT have to be a member to review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Chrissy's birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blurred--vision is officially ONE!! yaY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my little tutoring buddy today. His name is Jose and he likes to speak Spanish. That's why i'm his tutor, lol. He's real cute and pudgy, but super smart for a 4th grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hyper cause I have no school tomorrow! Oh, I FINALLY posted the first chapter of my story. Click &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1825330"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out! PLEASE REVIEW if you read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyper hyper HYPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110749274246739329?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110749274246739329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110749274246739329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110749274246739329' title='tutor'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110721625588717860</id><published>2005-01-31T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:36:24.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Edit: I decided to do away with the books/movies section because it was boring me, lol. If you liked it I'm reaaall sorry! I also added a link to Brandon's Xanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is blurred--vision's 1st birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've had this piece of crap site for a year already. It feel like just yesterday I found out what HTML was...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! Chrissy's birthday is on Thursdaaaaaaaaaayy!!!! yaY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Kelly a new layout, Adam Brody of course! Oh...and Christina (C) moved back to her LJ because Blogger was acting all funny. I changed her link, so make sure to check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna thank EVERYBODY who helped give me over 8,000 hits! I &lt;3 YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm out of song ideas lol, so if you want a special one just leave a comment**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110721625588717860?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110721625588717860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110721625588717860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110721625588717860' title='birthday'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110651610529375705</id><published>2005-01-23T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:35:05.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>I added something neeewww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having one song play, I thought I'd give all of you the option of picking the song you want to hear (or hearing nothing at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is click on the link to hear my playlist, but it's a pop-up so if you have a pop-up blocker remember to hold the ctrl key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a song you want me to add, just leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110651610529375705?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110651610529375705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110651610529375705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110651610529375705' title='new'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110627313071999027</id><published>2005-01-20T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:05:30.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reeaalll quick</title><content type='html'>This is a really short post...I have to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Speech class, which is actually fun and I'm not so scared of it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are in Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's reaaaaalll cold and I'm hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110627313071999027?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110627313071999027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110627313071999027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110627313071999027' title='reeaalll quick'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110556893204636316</id><published>2005-01-12T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T14:31:01.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Spanish exam today. Easy...SO easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have -gulp- English and health...health is easy, English...is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must study, study, study!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't posted my story yet, cause I don't feel like the chapters are totally complete. I'm a retard...maybe I'll get to it soon. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took me to Wal-Mart today after she picked me up from school. I got a lovely little...room smeller thing. I won't call it an air freshener, cause it doesn't freshen air. It just pumps more crap into it. Whatever it is...it smells like vanilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on Sunday I watched Spiderman 2. That movie sucked. It was so bad I wanted to cry, cause the first one was so good. Tobey was good in Seabiscuit, but he sucked in this one. So did Kirsten Dunst or w/e her name is. It just sucked, sucked, sucked. I was mad! They tried to be funny and it was stupid...they tried to be dramatic and it was so horrible it was funny. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**New layout for &lt;a href="http://homietheclown.blogspot.com"&gt;Christina&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/6530389-110556893204636316?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110556893204636316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110556893204636316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110556893204636316' title='exams'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110513524717658109</id><published>2005-01-07T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:01:57.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR...belated New Year...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a year since I started this site!! On Feb. 2nd!! Woohoo!! I can't believe it's lasted a whole year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school's back (we went back Monday and had a snow day yesterday...lmao) and I'm freaking out yet again. I have semester exams next week and I didn't study yet :/...I did get my research paper back! I got a 95% which is amazing because I was expecting something between 85 and 90, so I'm relieved. My group also presented our geometry project today, which started out bumpy but ended smoothly. I had a mini panic attack there...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to spend all weekend studying! Lucky me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow I get to help my mom pick out dresses for the inaugural ball. My parents are gonna leave me all aloooone while they're gallivanting around D.C. Lmao, I just hope I don't get a lot of homework that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! I finished TTC! It's done! It's actually not a bad book. I liked it, but you have to read the WHOLE thing because Dickens drops clues everywhere. I almost cried at the end...almost. I almost cried at the end of The O.C. yesterday too! That was a great episode...so funny...&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/6530389-110513524717658109?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110513524717658109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110513524717658109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110513524717658109' title='new year'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110434909583965254</id><published>2004-12-29T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:39:22.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aH</title><content type='html'>Christmas break is almost GONE! This is not cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I was never on break, it's going so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went shopping with Chrissy, Kelly, and Beth...that was a lot of fun, except my feet hurt now.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Christina while I was there! I bought four things, well five but I'm returning one. There are so many sales right now, it's insane. One of the department stores we went to has almost nothing left on the walls, which are usually covered with clothes. To my surprise, they put an H&amp;amp;M at this mall and I was upset because I could've exchanged a pair of jeans I got for Christmas...they didn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really weird this morning. My room was really hot and my stomach hurt. I think it's cause of a bad dream I had. I always get weird dreams, but I think this one was from the greasy pizza I ate at the mall...and that...cheesecake. It wasn't exactly, um, good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glued to the news stations...I'm turning into those people I hate. The ones who only watch the news cause something bad happened. Yesterday, before I left, I was watching CNN's coverage of the earthquake in S. Asia. News anchors are scary. It's like they &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to scare the crap out of you. They kept talking about how massive earthquakes happen in "clusters" like the hurricanes during the summer and how we should be expecting more earthquakes. Craziness!! I do feel bad, though, for the people who died and the people who survived, lol. I want to donate money...I think I'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to donate, go &lt;a href="http://mercycorps.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Giving frees us from the familiar territory of our own needs by opening our mind to the unexplained worlds occupied by the needs of others."&lt;br /&gt;-Barbara Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110434909583965254?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110434909583965254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110434909583965254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110434909583965254' title='aH'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110365858290128647</id><published>2004-12-21T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:49:42.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>break</title><content type='html'>I am NOT sick anymore! -claps- I'm sooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout, if you didn't notice! Yesterday was the DAY OF LAYOUTS, I made so many layouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on break now, which is wonderful. No homework! On Sunday I saw "A Series of Unfortunate Events", which was awesome and uh...-gulp-...better than PoA. I think I'm gonna read the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th, 2005!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HPHBP! I'm pre-ordering it now! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a car! I'm so excited, I drove everywhere on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is almost here!!! yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At times the world may seem like an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe us when we say that there is much more good in it than bad... and what may seem like a series of unfortunate event might, in fact, be the first steps of a journey."&lt;br /&gt;-A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110365858290128647?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110365858290128647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110365858290128647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110365858290128647' title='break'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110331880997915680</id><published>2004-12-17T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T13:27:32.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER</title><content type='html'>It's OVER. ALL OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more chemistry project, no more English paper. Gone. Gone. GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have two weeks of pure nothingness to recuperate myself, free from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W O N D E R F U L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was soooo much fun! Christmas! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new layout, I just have to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I can't "rant" in here because certain people look at this and I don't think they would appreciate the "ranting words". Plus, it would make more sense to "rant" in the place where the need to "rant" originated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me liberty or give me death!"&lt;br /&gt;-Patrick Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110331880997915680?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110331880997915680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110331880997915680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110331880997915680' title='OVER'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110280629850977600</id><published>2004-12-11T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:53:59.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wowie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[EDIT: I added a "Music" section. I really don't know why...I just liked the little album cover graphics. They make me smile. Stop judging me....lol.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been quite a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that it's one more week until winter break!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation, I hate school. I have so much homework and so many projects to do...but I guess I give myself the stress cause I wait until the last minute. Oh well...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all aloooone!! My parents have a Christmas party and my sister has a birthday party and I have homework that I'm supposed to do...but you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change this layout, but I don't know what I want next. I think I'm gonna keep the way it's set up and just change the graphic/theme and the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's all for now! Chrissy, where are yooouuu?! lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110280629850977600?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110280629850977600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110280629850977600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110280629850977600' title='wowie'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110229199803808725</id><published>2004-12-05T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T16:13:18.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>Oh my God people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I converted another person to Blogger. I'm spreading this crap like the freakin plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the lucky victim? My sister, lol. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.sparkling-radiance.blogspot.com"&gt;Amanda's&lt;/a&gt; blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home the whole entire weekend because of this stupid damn cough. It won't go away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added some more content for you people! Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooOoo happy because I got my progress report from school! I have an A- in English right now, but that's bound to change so I'm basking in the radiant glow of that grade while I can. It's amazing how much one letter grade can raise your GPA. Without the A in English I have a 4.54, with it I have a 4.72. I wish I could keep it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring here...lol...sometimes I wished I lived closer to my friends. I want to move!!! Granted it'll still be the suburbs, but they won't be lonely. I promise you now that I will end my life living in a big city. Chicago, New York, even freakin London...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no story.... -saddness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them."&lt;br /&gt;--Bill Vaughan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110229199803808725?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110229199803808725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110229199803808725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110229199803808725' title='omg'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110218784510596719</id><published>2004-12-04T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T11:17:25.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still nothin</title><content type='html'>I'm still sick. I think I have a terrible sickness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't post my story either because Christina won't tell me what mistakes I made! GRRrrR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did convert another person to Blogger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoohoO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my cousin...&lt;a href="http://justletme.blogspot.com"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 her layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110218784510596719?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110218784510596719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110218784510596719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110218784510596719' title='still nothin'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110194320079760858</id><published>2004-12-01T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T15:20:00.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny stuff</title><content type='html'>I dislike school with a passion, but sometimes it can be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, during English, my teacher was going though a box of file folders. Then he suddenly became all flustered. Why? Because there was a bug in said box. He flipped the box over it get the bug out and it was a little itty bitty spider. He said he thought it was a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you kinda had to be there. It was hILarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, again...In chem. we went to the computer lab and played with a molecule program thing. It was boring, but fun. I made molecules dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...today. In geometry, during our test, my teacher started laughing. It was a rather boisterous laugh so it caught everyone's attention. That laugh eventually escalated into a snort. It was the funniest thing I've ever seen a teacher do. I wanna see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's just full of funny this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post my story yet. :(    I can feel your dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I did add a new link! Visit &lt;a href="http://pimpin-ducks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle's &lt;/a&gt;blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Special Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psshh...I'd cuddle with that.&lt;br /&gt;--Catherine Raineri&lt;br /&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/6530389-110194320079760858?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110194320079760858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110194320079760858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110194320079760858' title='funny stuff'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110158187874989673</id><published>2004-11-27T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T10:57:58.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sicky</title><content type='html'>I'm siiiiiick!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a cold or some illness in the cold family. It's really gross. I hate the sound of coughing, it makes me cringe. Ick. It really sucks too, cause I've been sick the entire Thanksgiving weekend and I can't do anything! You'd think it would be a perfect time to work on layouts, but I have ZERO inspiration right now. I made one for &lt;a href="http://www.homietheclown.blogspot.com"&gt;Christina&lt;/a&gt; and one for &lt;a href="http://burning-soul.blogspot.com"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;, but they're just my usual work...I guess, lol. I did write a whole new chapter for a story I'm writing. You can check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com"&gt;fictionpress.com&lt;/a&gt; when I put it up, probably tomorrow or monday. If you read it, please review cause I's like to hear what's good about it and what need improvement. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks - I got the sun in the mornin' and the moon at night.&lt;br /&gt;--Irving Berlin&lt;br /&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/6530389-110158187874989673?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110158187874989673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110158187874989673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110158187874989673' title='sicky'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110022041237746514</id><published>2004-11-11T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T16:46:52.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson</title><content type='html'>For some reason I feel like today I had some kind of breakthrough. I saw life for what it really was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lesson, one that I thought I had already learned...but apparently it just clicked today. I feel like I just stepped out of myself and looked around at everything. I noticed how stupid and superficial teenagers are and I noticed how people in general judge everyone and everything.  Life is too damn short to do that and if people actually took the time to look around them and see that other people have feelings too this world might actually be an ok place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the corniness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illumines it&lt;br /&gt; --Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110022041237746514?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110022041237746514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110022041237746514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110022041237746514' title='lesson'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-110012793460853846</id><published>2004-11-10T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:05:34.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible</title><content type='html'>I'm a horrible person...I shouldn't have the privilege to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was yelled at by Christina at lunch today for not posting, so here I am. You see, it's not that I don't have anything to say...I do...but I just don't have the time to post it and whenever I do the info is outdated and irrelevant so I don't.  I don't want to be the person who doesn't post for a week and then gives some long ass day-by-day overview of the ENTIRE week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God....it's Wednesday. I'm such a retard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, BUSH WON!!! I know this is just a little bit late, lol, but I'm happy. The day after the election I was listening to the radio and the hosts were making stupid comments. One thing they said was " Did you notice that Kerry won all the states with the big cities? I think that only those states should count in the election because they're the only ones that matter", and people are STILL making a big deal about Bush winning. HE WON, get over it...there's nothing you can do to change it.  He won the electoral vote and popular vote so take your "vote or die" t-shirt and stick it up your ass.  Most of the celebrities that wore the shirt didn't even register to vote.  I guess it just proves that America isn't stupid enough to be persuaded by a bunch of people like Paris Hilton and Ashton Kutcher, thank God.  All the celebrity Kerry pimping scared me off.  I don't want the media to take ANY part in who gets to be my president. Do you know how Hitler brainwashed people? The media...propaganda videos. Another thing that bothers me is how Europeans are all in a tiffy because we were "stupid" enough to reelect Bush. He's not YOUR goddamn president, so shut the hell up. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also lost all respect for Eminem as a person.  He's a disrespectful  asshole and a media whore. Yeah, you live in America and have freedom of speech but your rights only go so far until you start to infringe on the rights of others.  I have a right to feel comfortable and safe and Eminem....his music doesn't do that. Especially when he goes as low as to put out a propaganda single so close to the election. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dwell on things you can't change...lol...I should take my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this layout. I &lt;3 the duckies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn as if you were going to live forever.  Live as if you were going to die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt; --Mahatma Gandhi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-110012793460853846?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110012793460853846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/110012793460853846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110012793460853846' title='horrible'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109882810021998247</id><published>2004-10-26T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:01:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fixed</title><content type='html'>You can comment again! yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that it deleted all the old comments :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to say at the moment...maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.&lt;br /&gt; --Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.georgewbush.com"&gt;Dubya&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/6530389-109882810021998247?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109882810021998247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109882810021998247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109882810021998247' title='fixed'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109875256741635922</id><published>2004-10-25T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T18:06:28.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>It's official, the world will now end because I have finally posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna go through the details of my life that you so unfortunately missed out on, instead I am going to focus on more pressing issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I said Chrissy's toilet paper was silky is because mine is bouncy and spongey, so hers feels silky because I'm not used to it! Oh, and the whole battering ram thing...well...thats is unexcusable I guess. The streamers were right there!! Confused? LOTR Trivial Pursuit &gt; Question &gt; Answer &gt; Battering Ram &gt; Streamers &gt; Head &gt; Couch &gt; Slam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson...you are a fake liar. I despise you with an unending passion you media whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know about the stupid comment thing not working...I'll fix it asap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an honest man."&lt;br /&gt;--George Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.georgewbush.com"&gt;Dubya &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/6530389-109875256741635922?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109875256741635922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109875256741635922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109875256741635922' title='wow'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109701515753519192</id><published>2004-10-05T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T15:25:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flip!</title><content type='html'>I can't sit in a chair like a normal human being. On Saturday I flipped over and took the keyboard with me. The song "Lean Back" deserves to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to say. Some funny stuff did happen but I don't remember it...and I don't want to tell you. I'm not gonna tell you every detail of my life. I probably don't even know you. This is just for when you feel like laughing...its comedy for the priveleged. Only some will understand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Cathy's birthday! yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRANDON MOVE TO BLOGGER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109701515753519192?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109701515753519192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109701515753519192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109701515753519192' title='flip!'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109633731428840984</id><published>2004-09-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:08:34.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ew</title><content type='html'>I feel ashamed. For about a week I completely forgot I had this site. It's like I'm an abusive parent or something. It's pathetic really....don't pay attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny things happened at school and if I could remember them I would tell you, but I can't. My geometry teacher did have a "grrr" fit today. Literally "grrr"...she went "grrr".  That woman is a psychotic lump of abnormal joy. She reminds of Ronald McDonald in the sense that she's all over the place emotionally. It might just be me, but whenever I see Mr. McDonald's statue I think of an emotional disorder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm getting an A in everything except English because my English teacher is a beast. But we love him anyway. I hate school. I really do. I *dislike* most of the people there too. It's not that I'm depressive or introverted...they just MAKE you hate them. It's kind of sad really. I would've gone to a public school, but those kids could probably kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my second day of behind the wheel driving!! TWICE and no one is dead! You know who's stupid? Other drivers...they're all stupid. They all make life harder for you because you have the stupid driving school sign on your car. The reason it's there is so people can keep an eye out, but instead they create compromising situations. Bastards. All of them. OoOhH! There was one particular young man who thought he was super in his car with his brain-numbing rap music and 13 yr old girlfriend in the passenger seat. The noise was making the street bounce and his little girlfriend thought she was the shit with her 20 yr old boyfriend. Illegal is only fun until you get caught you little whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Road Rage! "Grrr!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added more crap to the content. Find your merry way to the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109633731428840984?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109633731428840984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109633731428840984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109633731428840984' title='ew'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109529749474395714</id><published>2004-09-15T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T18:18:14.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always</title><content type='html'>I have one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, whenever I say something that may fall upon the ears of the bastard that runs our lives does he finally listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I'm gonna go on hiatus cause I don't have enough time for this stupid website and now, I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only when I threaten that people listen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have soooo many layouts!! I'm making so many layouts...I'm like a layout whore and a layout pimp at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cause I'm talented. I'm freakin talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff on Sat. yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my comment service!!! It's supid...It's dumb...It's useless!! But if I change it I will lose all of your lovely luvlies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pointless post. I should really do some homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109529749474395714?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109529749474395714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109529749474395714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109529749474395714' title='always'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109519611483725285</id><published>2004-09-14T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:08:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of going on a short hiatus while I sort all my school stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is taking up too much time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW LAYOUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109519611483725285?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109519611483725285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109519611483725285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109519611483725285' title='time'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109400356298791037</id><published>2004-08-31T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:52:42.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>Blogger was being stupid and it wouldn't let me post, so now you get the idiot's version of what I was *going* to put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school. School is a bad place. I get homework. Homework is an evil thing. Christina is silly with her Jesus juice. I love Sharpies. I want to have a Sharpie fashion show. Where is Chechnya? Is that how you spell Chechnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for evil homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109400356298791037?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109400356298791037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109400356298791037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109400356298791037' title='stupid'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109357172992662609</id><published>2004-08-26T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:55:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>I'm in the middle of this mound of busyness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my busyness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to go away. Sorry I'm using and idiotic way of writing today, but you'll have to suck it up and wait until Saturday...or tomorrow, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freakin hate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109357172992662609?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109357172992662609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109357172992662609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357172992662609' title='busy'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109302938351292317</id><published>2004-08-20T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T12:17:13.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/music/musik09.gif" /&gt; No Such Thing, John Mayer &lt;strong&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pen pal from another country. I don't know why, maybe because I want to learn about other cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy and Lin started school today...so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a lot of fun. I think Chrissy put stuff in our food because we went crazy. A lot of memorable quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people write "fawk" and "rawk" ? It's not cute. How is misspelling a word cute? It makes you look like an idiot because you can't spell two of the easiest words in the English language. If that's cute to you...well...you need to reevaluate your life a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109302938351292317?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109302938351292317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109302938351292317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109302938351292317' title='fawk'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109294201211283704</id><published>2004-08-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T12:01:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa</title><content type='html'>Whoa...school starts on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the summer go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days were very busy. On Tuesday I went downtown and did some shopping. I &lt;3 H&amp;amp;M. It was a lot of fun. On the way home it started POURING and we had to catch a train at 7:30 leaving from Union Station which was like 5 blocks away. We decided to take a cab. On the way out the drivers like: "Be careful. Don't get wet." I wanted to smack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I helped my cousin move stuff into her new apartment, so we drove to DeKalb (she goes to NIU) which was a lot of fun. Later, we picked up my other cousin (her sister) from school. It was her first day of High School...she hated it. I mean, no one really likes their first day, but once you get used to it it's fun. No matter how much you hate some of the people you go to school with, you'll miss them when it's all over. Not everyone is gonna like you, but being around different kinds of people helps you to grow as a person. Just be yourself and then you'll know who your real friends are because they'll like you no matter what. TAKE HONORS CLASSES! THEY'RE GOOD FOR YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I'm being all preachy-like...ick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I think I'm going to Chrissy's for a reading party. Yeah, I know, but we have summer reading to do and she starts school tomorrow so this like our little last hurrah. I'm making the hats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two new favorite songs. "She will be Loved" by Maroon 5 and "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton. They make me feel sad and happy at the same time. *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...this post is so...nice and happy. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109294201211283704?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109294201211283704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109294201211283704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109294201211283704' title='whoa'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109267563932869415</id><published>2004-08-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:25:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terror</title><content type='html'>Terrorists are crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad, sad world when &lt;a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2004-08/16/content_365827.htm"&gt;terrorism&lt;/a&gt; starts to interfere with Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to wait LONGER for the next movie there will be hell to pay!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid...just because Warner Bros. is an American company. Jesus Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Why does everyone hate America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a happier note: HBP excerpt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not going to TELL you what the excerpt says (like you don't already know) but I will tell you how to figure it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see, highlight the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black"&gt;Go to www.jkrowling.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black"&gt;Click on the hair band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="background:black"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black"&gt; Open the door.&lt;/span&gt;There is a light switch level with the windowsill about 3/10th the way across the open doorway. Click madly until you find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black"&gt;The dartboard combination is 713.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black"&gt;The safe combination is 302723.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are saying that the door isn't open in certain language versions, but the Eng. version worked last time I tried. They were also saying that it doesn't work in some countries...it worked in the US last time I tried. &lt;der&gt;Knock yourself out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109267563932869415?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109267563932869415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109267563932869415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109267563932869415' title='terror'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109253946021372038</id><published>2004-08-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T20:13:18.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arg</title><content type='html'>I saw The Village yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, unlike many people who saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because they don't understand it, or maybe it's just me. I mean, I didn't think Shrek 2 was funny at all. I didn't laugh once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something else I hate. People who get a Xanga because everyone else has one. Xanga sucks ass and your Xanga is the worst. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a crap that it's four o'clock in the morning and no one else is online for you to talk to. What the hell are you doing online at four in the morning? Don't you sleep? Are you some kind of blood sucking creature that preys on the virtual blood of the other idiots who don't sleep? Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Chrissy sleeps at four in the morning and she has insomnia. **Chrissy props!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I offend you? I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get a Xanga because everyone else has one. Me, I just use my blog to help me practice my HTML skills but I happen to have somewhat interesting and amusing things to say unlike the people who don't have ANYTHING to say so they write a sentence at four o'clock in the MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think my blog is stupid...it is. I really do hate it, but I'm complicated so I still write in it. Maybe you hate it because you don't understand the psychoticness behind it. You never will, don't try. Never come back here again or you will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...don't you just feel peachy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109253946021372038?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109253946021372038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109253946021372038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109253946021372038' title='arg'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109236091862956900</id><published>2004-08-12T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T18:37:05.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy</title><content type='html'>That last post didn't blow over too well with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will not apologize. I am a hater...a pessimistic hater...love it or leave it. Some people find it funny and endearing because I am just a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say sorry...but...I will say that I love Europe and I want to go there in the future at I time when I am not hated and there is no threat of me dying. I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; France. I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Spain. I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Germany. I&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; everyone else...(I'm American, I'm no good with geography...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go throw up now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O gosh. It returned. On the way home from McDonald's I saw the damned &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; Cutlass that stole my hamper...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added hatelistings people!! Because that's the kind of fucker I am!!! They're under the extra fl's because I thought having them on the main page would offend some people. Look at me, always thinking of &lt;em&gt;you. &lt;/em&gt;There's something wrong with the page though. I don't feel like fixing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Friday wif Mel!! yaY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Mel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to watch the Cone Zone. Especially if you live in Finland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109236091862956900?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109236091862956900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109236091862956900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109236091862956900' title='oh boy'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109233180116161323</id><published>2004-08-12T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T10:30:01.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foamy</title><content type='html'>I am pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Foamy cartoon...can I watch it? No...it won't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That furry little bastard is a genius, I swear. "I will kill you all..nothin you can do about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you haven't noticed or if you're just plain stupid, I added some more stuff for you people just incase my posts aren't enough to satisfy your need for entertainment. You can look at the lyrics to my favorite songs. Don't email me with your stupid requests...and I added a page of my original quotes. The link does not say "quotes" it says "awesomeness" because my words are awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the other Christina...C...yesterday. I miss our little nonsense conversations. She knew what the awesomeness was dammit!!! I also talked to Chrissy. I'm sad, yet somewhat glad that I missed your party...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go eat at McDonald's today! yaY! Like you people care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Olympics rage!!! Why does the world hate America?? There's a reality show in Mexico where they make people eat worms for a green card. I think we should close our borders and make the Europeans eat worms to get in. And screw Canada too...beh..blurgh...moodiness...oopsie. But England is okay. The only thing good about France is the language...if you couldn't tell by my titles and such. That's it, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the American athletes to be less...celebratory...if they win. It will upset the other countries. Beh. The other countries should be upset because they lost, not because we're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee...Conan Hates my Homeland...that man is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 the Cone Zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not apologize!!!!! I half-mean everything I say! :P&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/6530389-109233180116161323?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109233180116161323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109233180116161323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109233180116161323' title='Foamy'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109223807053342961</id><published>2004-08-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T08:27:50.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>icons</title><content type='html'>Okay, so now the images are up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the icons on the fl page are still down, but they should be back up this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good with limits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109223807053342961?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109223807053342961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109223807053342961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109223807053342961' title='icons'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109217285989720733</id><published>2004-08-10T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T14:20:59.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr</title><content type='html'>I put up a new layout.  A perdy layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you see it? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over my usage limit today...blah...blah...blah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host I usually use for my images is down so I decided to use a different one. It has a limit. I went over that limit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!! I wish you could see the layout!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too spazzy to tell you my Missouri story. I'll post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her friends are playing "court" in the garage. I think it's the weather...but I do like the cold and cloudiness. I don't know why...&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/6530389-109217285989720733?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109217285989720733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109217285989720733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109217285989720733' title='grrr'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109209872195206632</id><published>2004-08-09T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:45:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>howdy</title><content type='html'>Howdy y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pauses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tries to kill herself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-speaks in every accent she knows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-returns to normal pessimistic Chicago-born self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen I have returned unscathed...well a tad sore...from central Missouri!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I even say I was leaving? Oppsie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like telling you my story now, I have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that the hickness scared the crap out of me, but I am fine. I'm a fighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**NO ONE MAKES FUN OF MCDONALDS YOU FAT HARDEE'S ADVERTISING PEOPLE!! THAT'S WHY UR ALL F-A-T!! U CAN TAKE UR THICK BURGERS AND SHOVE 'EM UP UR ASSES CAUSE THAT'S WHERE THEY END UP ANYWAY!! bitches...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...I luv McDonalds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109209872195206632?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109209872195206632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109209872195206632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109209872195206632' title='howdy'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109155924687735640</id><published>2004-08-03T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:54:06.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>I would like to report a stolen hamper. Yes, a hamper. Now...it's beyond my realm of understanding, but someone decided to steal a hamper out of my garbage can yesterday. Stop judging me...I'm not insane, I saw it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the story of "THE HAMPER" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hamper had been around for awhile, since I was child. It lasted a good 15 years with us until that horrible day when it was accidentally left in the garage by my sister. She had taken it out to prop up her friends' nails while they were giving each other manicures. That weekend, while my father was taking the garbage to the curb, he spotted the little white hamper. He figured that we left it there to be discarded and dumped it with everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...to the scene of the crime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking out my bedroom window yesterday and I saw an old red Cutlass drive pass and then reverse. The man driving it stopped infront of our garbage can. I saw a little girl get out, go up to the garbage can, and take our little white hamper. She shoed it to her dad and then they drove away with it. Arab mother f******...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a good hamper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MICROSOFT! I LOATHE THOSE NERDY B******* WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY BEING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put a &lt;em&gt;trial &lt;/em&gt;version of Microsoft Office on my computer. Guess what? It ENDED!!! No more word, excel, powerpoint, works...not until I buy it. So we spend like over $1000 on a PC and they can't even give us the freakin Word...I really need it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calamity will ensue at their offices...those bitches...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109155924687735640?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109155924687735640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109155924687735640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155924687735640' title='Stolen'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109147769110382506</id><published>2004-08-02T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:15:38.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Military Monday</title><content type='html'>Today...I feel fully rested. As you all know, I passed Driver's Ed. and therefore I am free to spend my summer in a vegetative state, the right of every American teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you poor souls out there who are unable to attend Driver's Ed. classes -cough-Chrissy-cough- I have made a very pleasant discovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Corny drum roll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister stumbled across the &lt;a href="http://www.kiddlegames.com/flash/driving/drivers_ed_learn_to_drive.php?play=1"&gt;Driver's Ed. Game&lt;/a&gt;, yes...game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda stupid and NOTHING like real driving, but you must remember that you are a vegetable until the end of August! Wasting time is top priority here people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cars...why do fancy/nice/high-end cars make people act like idiots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, my dad was driving us to my little cousin's birthday party and we were in Naperville/Plainfield territory. There was like old man in a white convertable with his wife. He kept looking over at my dad's car (he bought a Lexus like two weeks ago) with this nasty look on his face. Then the b****** (friendly website, sorry guys) sped up and tried to cut my dad off; he was shaking his head and stuff. I just sat back and thought of different laughing sounds I could make when his metal crap box exploded. Maybe he should try deflating his ego a bit...the gases would just fuel the fire. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that, but it happened again yesterday on the way to my Grandma's house. Polish man in a red Plymouth...what is a Plymouth? I don't mean anything by pointing out the Polishness, but we were in Justice. (If you don't know about Justice, just ignore that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finished...no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Military Monday on the history channel; a.k.a: Hitler Monday! No matter what progam is on they manage to mention &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; in one way or another. It is on in the background...blah blah- Japanese imperial government-blah blah blah-war-blah blah-Goering-blah-Reich-blah blah blah blah blah-S.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I just change the freakin channel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the honor of Hitler Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;German Phrase of the Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fliegenkuhe werden an Ihnen bose muhen, wahrend Sie Zeitschriften lesen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I can't do the special characters, live with it....**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does Napoleon Dynamite look semi-funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a reason why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Dynamite:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I have all your equipment in my locker. You should probably come get it cause I can't fit my nunchucks in there anymore. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109147769110382506?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109147769110382506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109147769110382506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109147769110382506' title='Military Monday'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109114106643030201</id><published>2004-07-29T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T15:44:26.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new again!</title><content type='html'>Hee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout! -dances- New, new, new!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, sound the trumpets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished Driver's Ed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...dinner...practice...bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109114106643030201?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109114106643030201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109114106643030201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109114106643030201' title='new again!'/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109096066266898802</id><published>2004-07-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:37:42.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mary...I forgot your username and password. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please call me or something...cause I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy!!! Do you want a new layout yet? Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was funnnny! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall does something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really should be a support group for friend abuse. (Yeah, you know what I'm talking about Chrissy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy Neopet cards so I could get a rare item code, but I didn't want to spend like $7 on a couple pieces of paper to get something that doesn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy...I made a new layout...maybe I can hold off another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chrissy the following is for you:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;German Phrase of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tod zu den stinkenden Tomaten! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109096066266898802?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109096066266898802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109096066266898802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109096066266898802' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109060449176248952</id><published>2004-07-23T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T11:02:18.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/music/musik09.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Bright Lights, Matchbox 20 &lt;strong&gt;]&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sie riechen wie eine flaumige Karotte!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee...fuzzy carrots...I think... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Christine, I am NOT German. I NEVER&amp;nbsp;was German. I NEVER plan to be German. And I DON'T want to be German. I am not your Nazi aunt, lol.&amp;nbsp;You silly little girl with your silly little thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRRYYYY!!!! Let me change your layout PLEASE!!! Where are you Mary?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my permit today! Permit yay!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies too! Going to the movies with Danielle and Carolyn and I don't know who else!!! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my German thing was offensive. Don't take it personally...I'm not talking about you specifically. Is your name there? Probably not. (And it's "Chrissy" Christine from Chicago. She's Polish not German. So it's not you!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109060449176248952?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109060449176248952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109060449176248952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109060449176248952' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109052824926083192</id><published>2004-07-22T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:30:49.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downtown on Tues. for my Mom's birthday. We went to Millenium Park and walked around Navy Pier. We saw the Cloud Gate thing....it looks like a giant silver bean...not worth $46 million. What about the lightning, I mean yesterday and today were picture perfect examples! Thunderstorms from hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible! Power out everywhere! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo...stupid rain!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109052824926083192?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109052824926083192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109052824926083192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109052824926083192' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-109026675470499211</id><published>2004-07-19T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:52:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official. I am a layout whore. I can't stay with the same layout for more than a week. :x&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this one though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-109026675470499211?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109026675470499211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/109026675470499211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109026675470499211' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-10897505104750847</id><published>2004-07-13T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T13:32:41.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/music/musik09.gif"&gt; Come Dig Me Out, Kelly Osbourne]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Book Six title!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you probably already know, the title of book Six is "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A added a lil poll to see what people think! Vote vote vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-10897505104750847?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/10897505104750847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/10897505104750847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10897505104750847' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108957287199175207</id><published>2004-07-11T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T12:07:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry about the long delay...been very busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started driver's ed!!! yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I went downtown to the Shedd Aquarium and Water Tower Place for shopping. It was a lot of fun and it was only like 60 outside so the weather was perfect. I went with 2 of my aunts and my cousins. We went to see a movie too...The Stepford Wives. I wouldn't pay to see it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!!! I had a panic attack on the way out of the theater. I have this phobia, I guess, of going down really high escalators and there was this HUGE escalator to go up to the theater, so...yeah...you get it. It was not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my parents had a party for my sister (she turned 13) in the backyard. A bbq type thing. It was fun, but hot. At night we watched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Never ever again. I...it was...ugh...bad. It was really really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're taking the leftover steak that my dad didn't grill to my grandma's house. I think we're gonna watch fireworks at a fest, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the layout? I don't really like it...the children scare me, but w/e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diver's Ed tomorrow! I have to wake up at 8:00. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108957287199175207?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108957287199175207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108957287199175207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108957287199175207' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108897125031860102</id><published>2004-07-04T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T13:00:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.navyjack.info/i/clipart/50-star.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you're American...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the fireworks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108897125031860102?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108897125031860102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108897125031860102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108897125031860102' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108873450495687051</id><published>2004-07-01T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T19:15:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just seen the scariest &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before in my life have I seen something so weird. It's an insult to the English language...ick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's this lady my parents know. She owns a penthouse in the building we stay at on vacation. She's not &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; but she's not a spring chicken either so I'd say...late 40's. She used to say hi and stuff on AOL but she stopped talking to me. Then I saw her sn on my buddy list and decided to check her info. BIG MISTAKE! I don't want to get in trouble or anything so here's just a snippet...you'll get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Martial Status: Single and horrrny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...ick...ick...ick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...sorry about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went with my two cousins and my sister to eat lunch at Subway. We had to walk and there's this shortcut, but you have to cut through someone's front yard. Well, not really, it's just a space in front of the person's house; I don't think it's their property. Kids take this shortcut all the time, but today was our oh-so-lucky day and right when we were going to cut, the lady who lives there pull into the driveway. After a long period of decision making and awkwardness, we decided that my sister and little cousin should go first to see if the lady was looking. They went pretty far, but she was looking out the window and gave them the bad little children finger wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had to walk with my older cousin to the orthodontist and on the way there this stupid lady driving a little bus almost killed us. We were already walking across this entrance path thing and she just keeps going. Aren't bus drivers supposed to be &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; drivers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I spotted a magazine page on the sidewalk. I looked down and there was a lady. I looked again and the lady was naked. How lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking now that I could've put like a booth around it and charged people to look...maybe? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you had to go through that. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108873450495687051?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108873450495687051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108873450495687051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108873450495687051' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108870150433155042</id><published>2004-07-01T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T10:05:04.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got time to upload some pics from my vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here one of moi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.xs.to/pics/04074/meguana.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...they're real...my parents made me do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There rest of the pics are  &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/morsmordre15/pv.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108870150433155042?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108870150433155042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108870150433155042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870150433155042' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108862673666206968</id><published>2004-06-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T13:18:56.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 2 3 5 6 7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to do the Salsa...taking Salsa classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy and the guy acts like we all know the stuff already. If I knew how to do it...then I wouldn't take the class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream last night. I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/band/landing/currahee.html"&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/a&gt; Monday night and I guess it was stuck in my head because I had a dream about it. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really scared the crap out me. It was one of those dreams where you die and you can feel the pain but you wake up without a scratch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where I was in the dream. I heard people talking in different languages. German...Polish...Russian maybe? I don't know, they pretty much sound the same to me. I remember running and bumping right into one of the actors from the show and next thing I know, I'm being thrown into the back of a truck by someone I've never seen before. The dream gets really fuzzy...like I can't remember if parts are really from my dream or just stuff I've seen on T.V. Before I woke up, I remember walking in a line, being put up to a wall, and then being shot in the head. The dream felt like forever but only 15 minutes had passed since I last woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to stop watching WWII shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Chrissy added a poetry page! Check it out, she's a really good writer!*** &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108862673666206968?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108862673666206968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108862673666206968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108862673666206968' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108854702472210882</id><published>2004-06-29T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T15:10:24.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just done something horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I swore to myself I would never do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went back on -gulp- Neopets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I know...but it was calling to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually only a summer thing anyway. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108854702472210882?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108854702472210882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108854702472210882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108854702472210882' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108853369466970480</id><published>2004-06-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T11:28:14.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added a book/movie list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna add more soon, but I have to go right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a real post later. I was just explaining the list for those of you who are um...a bit slow today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108853369466970480?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108853369466970480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108853369466970480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108853369466970480' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108845633519305588</id><published>2004-06-28T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:19:38.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/music/musik09.gif"&gt; Auf Achse, Franz Ferdinand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people eating my FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are taking my cookies and chips and soda! They are eating my summer food!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-excitment-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit websites!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;navigation&gt;&gt;links&gt;&gt;mary&gt;&gt;chrissy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to an orthodontist appointment...I shall return!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108845633519305588?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108845633519305588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108845633519305588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108845633519305588' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108828118072746046</id><published>2004-06-26T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T13:19:40.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hurry hurry! Party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108828118072746046?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108828118072746046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108828118072746046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108828118072746046' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108818562832632203</id><published>2004-06-25T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:20:54.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/music/musik09.gif"&gt; Tonight and the Rest of My Life, Nina Gordon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baaaaaaaaaaccckkkkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a WONDERFUL vacation! It's sad to be in cold Chicago! I didn't leave beaches, palm trees, and 90's for coldness! It's insane...end of June and its in the 70's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To Danielle: Sorry I wasn't here for your party but I got you presents from Mexico!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post some pictures ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might make a WWII layout next...it's a new obsession...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108818562832632203?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108818562832632203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108818562832632203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108818562832632203' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108707699765504673</id><published>2004-06-12T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:21:18.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/music/musik09.gif"&gt; Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how much crap I have in my closet. I was sorting clothes to pack for vacation and...wow...there was some ugly stuff in there. I still have to finish though. I'm reaaaalllyyy excited! Beach, fun, sun, palm trees, sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I added a bunch of crap for you. A phobia list and a website name list. Knock yourself out...but both are uncompleted...gimmie time! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108707699765504673?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108707699765504673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108707699765504673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108707699765504673' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108698374793794591</id><published>2004-06-11T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:21:55.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/music/musik09.gif"&gt; Pieces of Me, Ashlee Simpson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially freeeeeee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird...not having to worry about homework and studying. What is wrong with that?? Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some of the best watches! They're fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.watchshoppe.com/kool/photos/rock_roll_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the watches are fun. Want a watch? &lt;a href="http://www.watchshoppe.com"&gt;Punch it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about something stupid. I want to order a custom t-shirt online. Hee...that would be so gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey where'd you get your shirt."&lt;br /&gt;"Online!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs s'more-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had another thought. (Why am I thinking today?) Remember those annoying avatar doll things that EVERYBODY had on their poorly designed now-you-can-put-together-your-own-little-whore websites? I saw one today. It was horrible...It took me awhile to figure out where they came from. (&lt;a href="http://thepalace.com/"&gt;The Palace&lt;/a&gt; for those of you in the dark) It's a really tragic story actually...how these mini whores came to be. You see, once upon a time there were these really fake, anthropophobic people who decided that they would make these pixelated dolls to embody everything that they're not. So they made a little chat room where they could meet other people like themselves and they could all revel in their body image issues together!!! I mean...the doll might look hot, but you could be talking to an old ugly fat man. And for someone to think that an imaginary pile of pixels is hot, that's messed up to begin with...It's kinda like those people who are in love with anime characters. wtf is that? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108698374793794591?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108698374793794591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108698374793794591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108698374793794591' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108690785530834527</id><published>2004-06-10T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:51:53.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Pieces of Me, Ashlee Simpson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been two hours late for final exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid 294 was closed, so traffic was a little...congested...this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my first final and barely made the second one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing? All my teachers were treating me like my parents died. It was just a tad scary...Maybe I looked somewhat frazzled??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frazzled. I just want school to be done with! -mumbles incoherently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY! One more glorious day!!! This time next week...I'll be in Puerto Vallarta!!! yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't make any stupid mistakes on my exam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108690785530834527?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108690785530834527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108690785530834527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108690785530834527' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108682074401101338</id><published>2004-06-09T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T15:39:04.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no time for music!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the new layout? Yes you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me til Friday and then I'll be free to post and change layouts as many tmes as I want! Just two more days of finals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my school the only one still opened?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108682074401101338?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108682074401101338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108682074401101338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108682074401101338' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108603532066709468</id><published>2004-05-31T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:22:31.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/music/musik09.gif"&gt; Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...the grillin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made some more templates and put them on blogskins. You can find my skins &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me.php?userid=50797"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in Chicago's been insane. My dad wanted to paint the deck but the rain is evil and insane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108603532066709468?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108603532066709468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108603532066709468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108603532066709468' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108587142694341762</id><published>2004-05-29T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:22:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/music/musik09.gif"&gt; Medicine and Gasoline, Lucky Boys Confusion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the layout! Made by me, finally! I realized how much I missed making my layouts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin Victor is here. He's a genius...really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get and pics I'll post them, but for now this is all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very...boring...day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER: 13 DAYS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108587142694341762?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108587142694341762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108587142694341762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108587142694341762' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108510426025180875</id><published>2004-05-20T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:51:00.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-dances happily-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our gym doughnuts!!! He brought the doughnuts!! I ate a doughnut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Dunkin's Donuts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some really funny stuff happened yesterday and I was going to post it, but I didn't have time. My mind is laughing, but I can't seem to remember what it's laughing at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe that the 13/14 yr old children who lived in Indiana in 1888 were smarter than us. :( They took tests...oh, they were horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember feeling very awkward in history class yesterday. (it's last period, so it gets remembered...the other classes are envious...) Why? I heard my teacher talking about smashing knee caps into little pieces and crushing those pieces into pieces til they're the consistency of flour and then baking them into bread. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one last thing to say. Yes, Cathy, I stole it from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think milkshake song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pokemon bring all the nerds to the yard, &lt;br /&gt;and they're like, I wanna trade cards,&lt;br /&gt;damn rite, I wanna trade cards,&lt;br /&gt;I'll trade u....but not CHARIZAR!&lt;br /&gt;lala la la la.....the nerds are singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's spectacular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also &lt;3 *c*'s version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:49:10 PM): me and my friend mulletard made up a song to milkshake about a fat kid named marvin whose really a biatch&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:49:11 PM): it goes&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:49:17 PM): marvin brings all the boys to the yard&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:49:24 PM): and they're like "he's as big as a barge"&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:49:29 PM): damn right he's as big as a barge&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:49:34 PM): you can ride him but he has to charge&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:49:40 PM): la la la la la marvin's fat&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:49:45 PM): la la la la la you're a penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next comment perturbed me so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:50:10 PM): isn't it "fetch"&lt;br /&gt;evilskittlez15 (8:51:08 PM): -cringes-&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:51:23 PM): lol i saw that movie&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:51:28 PM): it wasn't as gay as i th ought it would be&lt;br /&gt;evilskittlez15 (8:51:28 PM): isnt it good?&lt;br /&gt;evilskittlez15 (8:51:32 PM): its funny&lt;br /&gt;so sid and nancy (8:51:42 PM): cuz they pin point the bitches exactly&lt;br /&gt;evilskittlez15 (8:51:47 PM): YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*c* says funny things! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108510426025180875?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108510426025180875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108510426025180875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108510426025180875' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108493025793142110</id><published>2004-05-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:39:36.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two in one day! Oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to accept the fact that I will never live down the "snapz yo azz" incident, so I've decided to have fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took C's advice and went to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com"&gt;urbandictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; to help my slang impaired self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C...I found more than words of a rappish nature! I found actual words, ones that SOUNDED like English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flatulence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defined as a gaseous or sometimes solid emission orgionating and blown from the anus that causes an adverse reaction from anyone in the vicinity. See Fart, or Bust Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bobby was flatulent that night and scared away the ladies."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to find weird things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn skippy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An assertion, usually used with yes or ya to emphasize some point made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person A: Didja see that fight on the corner? That chick got stomped, that's brutal. &lt;br /&gt;Person B: Ya damn skippy that shit was brutal, I think the whole block stomped her ass&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding nemo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male rite of passage; to locate the clitorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sally: my boyfriend's terrible in the sack." &lt;br /&gt;"Betty: he's only 11- he's probably needs help finding nemo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Media manipulation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the media controls the news via print and television, restricting what people have access to therefore controlling public opinion, what you dont know might just hurt you! &lt;br /&gt;or, &lt;br /&gt;the less you know the more you believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also extends into the movie making business which is controlled by small groups over many generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe americans unfortunatly suffer from media manipulation. Europeans had a much different coverage of what happend to the fourth jet on Sep. the 11th.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, the site had its share of blings, fizzles, and sexual references. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shivers- fo shizzle -shivers-&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/6530389-108493025793142110?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108493025793142110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108493025793142110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493025793142110' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108492739587318727</id><published>2004-05-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:19:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the orthodontist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I had an appointment last week so I didn't go. My mom rescheduled it. Seems innocent enough, but no! Nothing ever works out the way I think it will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Part I&lt;br /&gt;I only had $5 for lunch so I was just going to buy soup. I get in line, wait, and finally it's my turn. The cafeteria lady opens the...soup bin (?)...and takes a chunk out of some semi-solid goo. Soup of the day was potato. This "soup" looked like mashed potatoes with carrots and green leafy-like vegetables in it. A pukey beige mixed with some orange and green...not very um, appetizing. My silly solution: why don't I just buy something else? That's what any normal person with half a brain would do, but it would probably work out in those cases. I go into the snack line and I have no choice but corndogs. I go to get mustard...no mustard. Ketchup...a glop or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;After I finished eating my "lunch" I decided to work ahead for my History class because I had no other assignments for homework. I read the whole first section of the next chapter. I even highlighted and took notes, which felt very weird. I go through all of my weirdness for what? I go to History and then I'm told that no, we're not doing chapter 19, we're starting chapter 20. Yes, I did all of my work for nothing. (ha ha laugh now, you know who you are...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably thinking about how this might relate to anything. It is just a little background of this week so far! Two whole freakin days! Oh, and it kinda relates to today how? CliffNotes version:&lt;br /&gt;-catapult/no catapult?&lt;br /&gt;-phone on/phone off&lt;br /&gt;-playing a little game of hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;-daddy where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did a spell check, yes I spell check for you people. This...machine...is telling me that CliffNotes is wrong. Its genius solution? Type Gallivanted instead! (If the words are still spelled wrong...blame the machine...yeah, the machine...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"I will word process all of my notes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108492739587318727?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108492739587318727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108492739587318727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492739587318727' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108448896674115250</id><published>2004-05-13T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T15:56:06.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Spanish teacher called us turds today. I want to know where schools are getting these teachers from. Psshh...turds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human beings...most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that when tornado season comes along storms become top stories on local news channels. Like yesterday, all the news stations were giving reports on the video of the beheading in Iraq. Was this certain network channel giving the same report? No! I got to hear about storms and tornadoes over and over and over again. Then on Tuesday the FOX affiliate by my house gave a list of the most tornado prone towns around Chicago. Where was my town on this list? In the top 10...lucky me. I just think it's weird how Plainfield and Naperville are further down on the list when my town hasn't had a tornado in the 15 years I've lived here and those towns have some almost every year...Then a couple weeks ago there was a tornado in Joliet I think. It was on the news for like a week. It's ironic how the weather report is always like close to end of a news program and now its a top story. If I wanted to hear about the weather and how it changes SO drastically every 5 seconds I'd watch the Weather Channel. Hee...Local on the 8's! They should have a super duper local forecast when it's 8 o'clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108448896674115250?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108448896674115250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108448896674115250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448896674115250' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108432093788892116</id><published>2004-05-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T17:15:37.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallelujah! I've returned to the homeland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me celebrate with a new layout! Yipee! [Credits on the side...had no time to make my own, yes, it's sad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer issues have been holding me back, but no! I always win in the end...&lt;br /&gt;With the help of magical wires, miracle disks, and books as thick as Anna Nicole Smith (pre Trimspa of course...) I have returned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't post more, but I've become addicted to American Idol...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't like the show. (say crap and die.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; leave you with one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yZ U gOtZa CuM uP iN hErRe AnDz FuXz Up MaH bIzNaZ? aW sNaPz Yo AzZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone translate that into English please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot people trying to speak to me in a language I don't understand...&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/6530389-108432093788892116?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108432093788892116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108432093788892116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108432093788892116' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108070300097496939</id><published>2004-03-30T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T19:20:17.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't post my obituary twice...ONCE! This stupid thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was funny today. I have salt in my shoes, is that enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teachers are cruel. I have English the period before lunch, which is late in the day, so I'm always starving. My teacher has us journal about stuff and today our topic was jellybeans vs. peeps. Food. Cruel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggo waffles! yuM! Gonna go eat one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108070300097496939?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108070300097496939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108070300097496939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108070300097496939' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108035404794353718</id><published>2004-03-26T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T18:24:18.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;"Little Dude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/3/2001-3/26/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my dear furry friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hamster is dead. I buried him on the side of house while my nextdoor neighbor watched in confusion. It's a sad, sad day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the BEST cookie-ish thing today! Chocolate chip pop-tart!!!! It was the best...kind of hard to believe it came out of the school vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired today..I can't even remember what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate AOL icons...kind of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with this SuperBuddy thing talkin to you? I chose a panda cause I though it was cute. Psshh...the thing is evil. It repeats what I type...sounds...it make sounds...but it's cute when it's still and silent so i don't wanna choose another one. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AhhHhh...well...hopefully Cinny is in a better place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball tommorrow!!! Dee...ur dead... aRg!&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/6530389-108035404794353718?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108035404794353718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108035404794353718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035404794353718' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108009888667082825</id><published>2004-03-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:31:33.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate AOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find an icon that's worth anything. Who gives a crap about kitchen icons? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are advertisements, how sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eEk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had new people move onto your block? Probably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was playing volleyball with my sister outside and this kid walks bye and says hi all retarded like. (If he is retarded I'm gonna feel bad, so there, I'm not heartless) His family just moved in next to my cousin. Yes...I live about 10/15 minutes away from most of my family members and we're Mexican so thats a crapload of poeple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...my sister says he is NOT retarded, but just shy and nice and so is is sister and his mom and his dad. Psshh...I didn't even know they moved here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios...more cookies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108009888667082825?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108009888667082825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108009888667082825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009888667082825' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-108001035353509735</id><published>2004-03-22T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T18:55:59.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The albatross is Jesus. They killed Jesus {albatross}. Now God wants revenge.&lt;br /&gt;-sparkles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic weekend. I need cookies. I hate this keyboard...I hate AOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to build myself a lunch bubble. No crumbs, no salt...It's like freakin Iraq with the fry bombs and the salt missles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna eat the cookies I so desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out for God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-108001035353509735?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108001035353509735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/108001035353509735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001035353509735' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-107980952720915205</id><published>2004-03-20T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T11:08:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is sad. It's pitiful...I didn't post inbetween layout changes. Oh I'm sad at myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your update C! Were you drinking another smoothie by chance??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-107980952720915205?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107980952720915205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107980952720915205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107980952720915205' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-107888748167978476</id><published>2004-03-09T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:01:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout! Woohoo!! I would write more, but Charmed is coming on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-107888748167978476?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107888748167978476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107888748167978476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888748167978476' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-107828093763984864</id><published>2004-03-02T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:31:55.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Horrible day...horrible...kinda...okay...regular...fine...whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone started ringing two times in Spanish class (teacher hears phone...you office...cell gone) , but the thing is...my battery was dead last night. How can dead cell phones ring? Oh, don't worry...my Spanish teacher didn't take it away! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm undefeated in the PE singles tournament for badminton! yaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my algebra teacher is a nice lady but she messes up grades..a lot. Like today, I was supposed to get a 65/60 on my test, but instead I got a 55/60 because she marked two wrong that were correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...History was horrible again. I totally messed up a quiz and an essay we had only 5 MINUTES to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaY for the Lord of the Oscars!!!!! Boo for Sean Penn!! I mean...Johnny was a pirate and Jude, well, he was Jude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and C...what's with the Missyness? Pot holes...in your lawn?? lol...&lt;br /&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/6530389-107828093763984864?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107828093763984864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107828093763984864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828093763984864' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-107808102725512923</id><published>2004-02-29T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T11:00:01.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oscar night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Jude to win! He probably won't win though. It's between Sean Penn and Johnny Depp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-107808102725512923?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107808102725512923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107808102725512923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107808102725512923' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-107799411428964310</id><published>2004-02-28T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T10:51:27.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fck is wrong with you people?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got like 20 emails yesterday saying that I was superficial for asking about the bracelets. One bitch is telling me that I should stop bragging and pick a {explicit} bracelet myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking a question. Morons...I wasn't TELLING you that I'm better than you. PLUS, for you to warp that whole situation into me saying that I'm better..baH...you should use the money you're not "wasting" and pay for therapy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I'll just write about the bad stuff that happens if being happy turns you guys into critical bastards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this is just a vent. Don't be too offended...I'll be back to normal me in a little while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-107799411428964310?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107799411428964310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107799411428964310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107799411428964310' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-107792247257954181</id><published>2004-02-27T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T14:57:24.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried putting music, but whenever I try it never works. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Christina gets to go to a Pennywise concert. I can't. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sadness, I need like chocolate or something. Ah! I gave up chocolate for Lent!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow is better than today. It's supposed to be like 53 outside, that's a freakin heat wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need feedback on the bracelets!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty &lt;3kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-107792247257954181?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107792247257954181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107792247257954181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792247257954181' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-107790843653016586</id><published>2004-02-27T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:07:11.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AhhHHh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE BANGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of Mr. Hung and his sexy Ricky Martin dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You need realplayer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/video/auditions/hung_hi.htm"&gt;hi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/video/auditions/hung_lo.htm"&gt;lo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a new bracelet, but I'm not sure what I want. I narrowed it down to two, help me pick one ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tiffany.com/images/products/product_images/12092458_html_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/shopping/item.asp?search=yes&amp;c_id=WEB1&amp;c_it=74H4&amp;start_id=1&amp;keyword=toggle&amp;attribute=&amp;category=&amp;lowprice=&amp;highprice=&amp;chunk=5&amp;jewelry=&amp;metal=&amp;jewelryIndex=&amp;collectionsIndex=&amp;metalIndex=&amp;stoneIndex=&amp;priceIndex=&amp;homeIndex=&amp;sLowPrice=&amp;sHighPrice=&amp;collections=&amp;stone=&amp;home=&amp;searchType=2&amp;"&gt;Tiffany's Heart Tag Charm Bracelet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.costco.com/images/ProdImagesToProd/605079L.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.costco.com/product.asp?catid=108&amp;subid=3114&amp;prdid=10027781&amp;hierid=3115&amp;log=&amp;navtop="&gt;.04 ct Diamond Heart Bracelet White Gold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-107790843653016586?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107790843653016586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107790843653016586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107790843653016586' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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-6530389.post-107785353829330695</id><published>2004-02-26T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T19:48:29.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I fixed the comments *C*...try it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Strange Locks&lt;br /&gt;You know how lockers have locks? Well in my school some people think it's superduper freakin hilarious to mess around with other people's locks. I got to the girls' locker room before PE to change and my friend Alaina was going Texas chainsaw on our locker with her hands. She said that she tried like 15 times to open it and it wouldn't open. Long story short...we ended up going to the dean to get the master key. Guess what was inside our locker when we opened it? Our real lock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;*Whiffle*&lt;/strong&gt; Ball&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got to PE class they were playing WHIFFLE ball {good enough Christina?} and running amuck like wild animals. I have no idea what the point was, but it looked more like it had to do with bases {baseball} than whiffle. What the devil's residence is a whiffle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my algebra teacher has a boyfriend. His name is Theo and she is taking him to Winter Formal. It's like totally a date! AHhHH! I typed the word "like" in the same sentence as "totally"...shoot me now, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Passion&lt;br /&gt;Can we please stop talking about this movie for one second? I know its all controversial, but please...just one second?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ah...History...Ah!&lt;br /&gt;My teacher Mr. J went beserk. He never gets mad, or he does and never shows it but today he lost it. It was scary and unwarranted. He was yellling at us for not being able to pick out the thesis of an article when we were just following what he told us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.TooT, TooT!&lt;br /&gt;My physics teacher drive a little jeep with stickers on it. I LOVE IT! It's so Mr. Boston...I can see him now, toot-tootin' down the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Interrobang&lt;br /&gt;What is this? This...&lt;a href="http://www.interrobang-mks.com/"&gt;interrobang&lt;/a&gt; business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6530389-107785353829330695?l=blurred--vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107785353829330695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6530389/posts/default/107785353829330695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurred--vision.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785353829330695' title=''/><author><name>kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775800659524985742</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>
