<?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-3894325201642313168</id><updated>2011-08-07T09:06:14.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of a Tell-Tale Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4551416397812074251</id><published>2010-09-23T21:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T12:12:46.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In With The New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJwZMI7lhPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lci-GlE1uew/s1600/DSC01674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJwZMI7lhPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lci-GlE1uew/s320/DSC01674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520314939595916530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Look at how adorable my roommate is! This was taken when I went in to her room this morning to rope her into going to workout with me. News!...I am starting the South Beach Diet starting Monday, September 27 and working out every weekday starting now. My goal is to get back in shape and to my old, slightly-less-heavy self again. I am giving myself a month to drop around 15 pounds or so. And to help, I have motivation hanging on my bathroom door taunting me every step of the way. A pair of pants I bought at The Gap which are a size 4. I can't wait to see the new...old...whichever...me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJwck0yhWGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VTOS8-HcXLE/s1600/DSC01675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJwck0yhWGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VTOS8-HcXLE/s200/DSC01675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520318662220798050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an update: the latch hook rug is progressing much more smoothly thanks to my new little tools!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They work wonders. It is infinitely easier to cut strips of fabric now. Be thankful for the small things in life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of being thankful, I got a 92 on my latest Chemistry test! Rocked it's socks so to speak. Or as Ryan so eloquently put it, "stuck [my] foot in and broke it off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-4551416397812074251?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4551416397812074251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=4551416397812074251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4551416397812074251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4551416397812074251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-with-new.html' title='In With The New'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJwZMI7lhPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lci-GlE1uew/s72-c/DSC01674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-3591640752571419268</id><published>2010-09-22T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:34:58.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>States I Have Traveled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJpLoNUXdMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/POEhwJ5d-A0/s1600/States+I+have+traveled.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJpLoNUXdMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/POEhwJ5d-A0/s400/States+I+have+traveled.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519807447437898946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to create a representation of where I have been in the United States. Now, I am not entirely sure, but I believe I have been to Kansas, Iowa, and Missouri but I didn't want to mark them in case I was wrong. I will have to ask my mother and correct it if it is mislabeled. Anyone up for a trip to the Northeast or Lake Tahoe? I'm not sure there's anything to do in Oklahoma, so I may just skip it and say that I've been there. Who will ever know, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-3591640752571419268?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3591640752571419268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=3591640752571419268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3591640752571419268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3591640752571419268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/states-i-have-traveled.html' title='States I Have Traveled'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJpLoNUXdMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/POEhwJ5d-A0/s72-c/States+I+have+traveled.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-6612108252893478988</id><published>2010-09-22T12:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:13:16.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJpE8xcik2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/CfCtqxyPzQQ/s1600/DSC01668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJpE8xcik2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/CfCtqxyPzQQ/s320/DSC01668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519800104151847778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense it. It's just around the corner. The smells, the holidays, and best of all the leaves. Fall is coming and I can't wait! Fall leads to winter and winter means Christmas. And ohhh buddy do I love Christmas! Unfortunately we don't get too much of a fall here in Texas but at least it means we get rid of a lot of the too-revealing clothing that so many of the girls at UTSA enjoy wearing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started another project. I know, I know. I think I have about 100 projects laying around that I probably haven't finished yet and I'm starting on more. What can I say, I will finish them all some day. Maybe I should make a list and create a challenge out of finishing them. I am now working on a latch hook rug that I am going to create by dying recycled old white t-shirts. Gives me something to work on while I watch my TV shows though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of TV shows, it is the season premier week in television. Thank goodness I have DVR. I don't know what I would do without it. I'm sure I'll get very behind in my series because as unfortunate as it is, studying takes precedent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shows I will be watching on a regular basis this season (or as regular as is possible with me):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Community&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modern Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NCIS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are a lot of others that look great but I definitely do not have the time. Luckily, most of these shows are less than 30 minutes. But even still, look at how much time a week I would be spending watching TV even if I just watched these shows. 5 1/2 hours a week! 5 1/2 hours for me to work on my projects! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be taking a trip up to Cincinnati with Ryan soon. I'm excited. I have never been to Ohio. Maybe I can check off another state from the list. I would get to meet his family and friends and see all of the tourist attractions (hah!). But I may get to go to see Bearcats game. Bound to be interesting since I will be the only one wearing burnt orange. :) In any case, I hope I get to go. I eagerly anticipate the thrill of new adventures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-6612108252893478988?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6612108252893478988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=6612108252893478988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6612108252893478988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6612108252893478988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TJpE8xcik2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/CfCtqxyPzQQ/s72-c/DSC01668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-8598200760190102562</id><published>2010-08-26T13:53:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:36:17.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The thinking woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/THa5NqizRSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qVV9edebxDU/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/THa5NqizRSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qVV9edebxDU/s200/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509794838544074018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;School started back yesterday. Only taking 6 hours this semester. Following The Eagles' advice and taking it easy. Physics and Chemistry. That's plenty of work in and of itself. Time to start exercising that all-important muscle again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Cheese-tits" and I did indeed make rainbow pancakes. We even expanded a bit to make it one of the most delicious breakfasts I've had in a long time. Take a look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/THa7co6YxGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/40sjAi0OdaY/s200/DSC01636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There have also been some new additions to the apartment. The file cabinet is not quite finished but I did finish my recycled flower can. It looks fantastic on the patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/THa9gCXSlYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5z8UQ6e4y1s/s1600/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/THa9gCXSlYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5z8UQ6e4y1s/s200/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509799552222401922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A few weeks ago I received a wonderful surprise! I opened my door and there was a huge box sitting there! Ryan's lovely mother knew I needed a bookcase, found one online, and had it sent to me! I absolutely love it and so does Megan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/THa-fbSo0MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KfCaGUfmy18/s1600/DSC01658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/THa-fbSo0MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KfCaGUfmy18/s200/DSC01658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509800641245532354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sorry for all of the pictures but I'm just so happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This isn't going to be an extremely long post because I have to get ready to go to school (Chemistry is a night class) but I shall post more of my ideas later. Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-8598200760190102562?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8598200760190102562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=8598200760190102562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/8598200760190102562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/8598200760190102562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/thinking-woman.html' title='The thinking woman'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/THa5NqizRSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qVV9edebxDU/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-8778550049662182371</id><published>2010-07-19T21:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:42:49.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TEUJ7dsfdLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kIb4VxaBuLI/s1600/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TEUJ7dsfdLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kIb4VxaBuLI/s400/DSC01630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495809837463729330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between school and working full-time I've managed to fit in moving ...TWICE! I am officially sick of it, but have perfected the technique. I've also been able to clean out a lot and get my room to look the way I wish. I'll have to post pictures at some point. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working on a few projects as well trying to get Meg's and my new apartment decorated. My most current include my newly acquired file cabinet/nightstand (pictured above) and a coffee can I painted to use as a recycled planter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My file cabinet I plan to repaint but still keep black to match the other black accents I have in my room. Hopefully Anthropologie will have some good finds to help spice it up a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll make rainbow pancakes again this weekend! I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-8778550049662182371?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8778550049662182371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=8778550049662182371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/8778550049662182371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/8778550049662182371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/blue-skies.html' title='Blue Skies'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/TEUJ7dsfdLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kIb4VxaBuLI/s72-c/DSC01630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4149391226117894486</id><published>2009-09-23T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:22:20.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some say the world will end in fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some say in ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From what I've tasted of desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hold with those who favor fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if I had to perish twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I know enough of hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To say that for destruction ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is also great and would suffice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;          ~Robert Frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Powerful words.  I felt like sharing them.  I have always wanted to write a book, but lately the feeling has intensified.  I have taken to writing down any thoughts or conversations I have with myself in the hope that inspiration will strike, but still I have nothing.  Well, I shouldn't say nothing; but very little still.  Any ideas for a solution will be greatly appreciated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weather has been quite lovely the past few days.  The temperature dropped significantly and it has been overcast and rainy.  My favorite.  It makes me wish I lived somewhere else.  If only the cost of living there weren't so darn expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two weekends ago: Louisiana.  Last weekend: Houston.  This weekend: Fort Worth.  I love seeing my friends but I am ready for a weekend with a chance to relax.  I will be glad to see my parents though.  I miss them.  There's just something about unconditional love that is irresistible.  Not to say that we get along in the least.  :)  I have a hair appointment Saturday afternoon.  Then it's off to watch a movie with friends and later The Cutting Edge.  Afterward we are going to eat at Ol' South for old times' sake.  Bound to be full of adventure for sure.  Now if I can simply make it through this week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-4149391226117894486?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4149391226117894486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=4149391226117894486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4149391226117894486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4149391226117894486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/fire-and-ice.html' title='Fire and Ice'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-2147697812200109792</id><published>2009-08-07T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:36:05.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My heaven will be a big heaven</title><content type='html'>I am super stoked about EPL starting back up next week.  Liverpool vs. Tottenham on the 16th.  I may have to go watch that somewhere.  It's just the start of the season so they'll all be starting out easy, but it doesn't matter to me.  I'll finally have a decent sport to watch again. My bet's on my Liverpool to win the title.  Any takers?  We were so close last year only to have victory snatched from our wee hands in the last minutes by the red devils. Only thing that makes me nervous is that Alonso got traded to Madrid and we have Aquilani who is still unproven and untested for the most part.  Rafe is a good manager though and I trust his judgement.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I'm reading a book, Among the Thugs, about Man United fans and football hooliganism.  It's a very interesting read and I strongly recommend it.  I think that Slaughterhouse Five will be my next undertaking after I finish with this one.  I think it will put me over 10 books that I have read this summer.  Not too shabby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just about completely moved into the new apartment.  It's cute and fits me pretty well I think.  I'll take pictures and post them at some point.  I have a reading corner in my bedroom.  I absolutely adore it.  I can just sit in my chair and read the day away if I so choose.  My closet is pretty crowded, but I managed to fit everything in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marie is coming down tonight.  I'm glad because it means a girl to hang out with. It's something I haven't gotten too much of down here yet.   My cousin Ally may be coming down Sunday as well.  Alex and Rebecca are planning on coming down around the 16th and I'm hanging out with Erin sometime next week.  I also got a catering job that will basically let me work the hours I need to work when I can.  Should be good for now.  I don't really start until the end of the month though.  I also don't have to wear a pink bowtie.  Thank God.  :)  Just biding my time till I make it big you know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-2147697812200109792?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2147697812200109792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=2147697812200109792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2147697812200109792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2147697812200109792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heaven-will-be-big-heaven.html' title='My heaven will be a big heaven'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-465948799350630542</id><published>2009-07-30T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:10:22.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End or beginning?</title><content type='html'>I am currently laying in rebecca's bed updating from my mobile. This evening I single-handedly (Read 'with the help of my mom, dad, brother, rebecca, nate and marie') packed all of my physical possessions into a tahoe, a corrola, and an 8" x 5" uhaul trailer. It's sad to see my apartment so empty and lifeless. I love minimalism but I cannot stand white walls. More than anything though I'm sad to leave Rebecca. We went a year without each other before but it was terrible and we both hated it. This past year has been so great living with her. We both get on each other's nerves sometimes, but we never fight and we always settle our differences very quickly. A girl couldn't ask for a better best friend and roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been interesting to say the least. I managed to cram in packing, visiting with friends, and a kid cudi concert. I've gotten aproximately 5 hours of sleep out of the last 70 or so. I will definitely be crashing soon. I'm getting slightly nervous about moving but not nearly as nervous as I should be or would be regularly. I shall update more later with pics of the new apartment and stuff. Wish me luck and good fortune. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-465948799350630542?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/465948799350630542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=465948799350630542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/465948799350630542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/465948799350630542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-or-beginning.html' title='End or beginning?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-2869091740130606598</id><published>2009-07-22T18:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:33:13.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn</title><content type='html'>Things I've learned today:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Some things will never completely add up, so there's no point in trying to force it; all we can do is try to understand it to the best of our ability and be open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Realization and appreciation are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- There has been a deluded cougar in our midst and her name is Brandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 things.  Not too bad for one day.  Someone also tried to explain something about baseball to me, but you mention baseball and what I hear starts to sound more like a bee in my ear than anything else.  I really should attempt to pay more attention.  Unfortunately I just don't care.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-2869091740130606598?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2869091740130606598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=2869091740130606598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2869091740130606598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2869091740130606598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-damn.html' title='Frankly, my dear, I don&apos;t give a damn'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4947060746293743286</id><published>2009-07-19T20:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:17:21.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping track of my days</title><content type='html'>I spent this weekend trying to deal with a migraine.  It was a persistent one and would not go away.  I didn't set foot outside of my apartment all day Saturday.  I had the shades drawn and everything. It looked like the bat cave.  I just sat in bed watching movies all day.  Ended up going to bed a little after 6 to try to sleep the headache off and woke up this morning at 9.  I still had my headache so I took a bunch of medicines and went to my parents' house.  I hung around, did a little work on my car (which was caused me to get all sweaty and greasy...no bueno), and jumped in the pool afterwards.  I'm getting slightly darker.  Slowly but surely.  If I weren't couped up in an office for 8 hours a day I would surely be more so.  I like being outside.  I'm thinking about taking my mountain bike with me to San Antonio.  I'd have to find someone to go with me, but surely people down there ride bikes, right?  There is only one strictly vegetarian restaurant in SA.  It's called Green.  I'll have to try it out soon.  I already looked up the nearest Central Market, Whole Foods, and Sun Harvest Farms, so I should be ok. I'm stuck watching my mom's hedgehog for the week since she and my dad decided to abandon my brother and I to go to Puerto Rico for their 25th wedding anniversary.  Ty and I told them they wouldn't even see us if they brought us along, but they said no.  Something about paying for two extra people...idk. It wasn't a good excuse whatever it was.  I have to check on their dog and my cat as well.  AND I get to watch Missi's two kitties while she's out of town this week.  That's 5 animals in my care if I counted correctly.  Yikes.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wants to pack for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-4947060746293743286?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4947060746293743286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=4947060746293743286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4947060746293743286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4947060746293743286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeping-track-of-my-days.html' title='Keeping track of my days'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-2448811141874828574</id><published>2009-07-18T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:18:32.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning routine</title><content type='html'>Just sitting here in bed on a Saturday morning checking my sites and drinking coffee.  Only thing that is missing...my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-2448811141874828574?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2448811141874828574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=2448811141874828574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2448811141874828574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2448811141874828574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-routine.html' title='Morning routine'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-3402788055259652136</id><published>2009-07-16T20:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:22:59.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the air tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/Sl_pPMe3vKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLlog3bqbk8/s1600-h/sloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/Sl_pPMe3vKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLlog3bqbk8/s400/sloth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359258528852196514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Watched the Hangover tonight.  Pretty funny.  I like Mike Tyson in it.  "This is my favorite part!"  Jess and I totally do that every time we listen to that song.  The only thing I didn't like is that when they're counting cards, the formulas they run across the screen totally don't have anything to do with it.  Lol.  It was a movie night since Rebecca's not here and I don't have anything to do.  It feels like Friday.  It's also pitch black in my apartment with the exception of the tv screen and computer monitor and it feels like an iceberg because it's so cold in here.  My poor little toes are gonna fall off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wish I were going to San Antonio this weekend.  Instead I'm stuck here.  Going to see HP with Cody at some point probably since the first try didn't work out so well for him. *cough* I'll probably try to spend some time with Jenbug since I haven't seen her much this week.  I've been training Salena to take my place.  Sad.  I'm down to 2 weeks officially as of tomorrow.  Next week I get to watch Missi's cats and apartment-sit for her.  Anyone down for a party???  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a several members from the Arlington Chamber of Commerce come to our office for a ribbon cutting ceremony today.  Just one of those shitty pr things you have to do sometimes.  I tend to avoid large groups of people so needless to say it's not my cup of tea.  I snuck downstairs and sat with Brandy and Sam (? - I think that's his name...) for a while.  I was starving so I went back up and stole several sandwiches to bring back down for Brandy and me.  So I'm her new favorite person pretty much.  Brandy, I know you don't wanna hurt anyone else's feelings or anything, but the truth will come out eventually.  Denying it would be a fruitless endeavor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I bought a hookah this week.  Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-3402788055259652136?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3402788055259652136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=3402788055259652136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3402788055259652136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3402788055259652136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-air-tonight.html' title='In the air tonight'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/Sl_pPMe3vKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLlog3bqbk8/s72-c/sloth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-2292200714666627482</id><published>2009-07-01T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:00:46.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Blu-ray is not spelled "Blue ray".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-2292200714666627482?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2292200714666627482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=2292200714666627482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2292200714666627482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2292200714666627482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-5788371408018116900</id><published>2009-06-23T18:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:32:46.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellar Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SkGokXHEglI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8Aj4fokeKqU/s1600-h/big+bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SkGokXHEglI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8Aj4fokeKqU/s400/big+bang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350743174925288018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know. I haven't posted in a while.  Not that more than a handful of people read this anyway.  But I'm bored enough tonight that I shall.  I'm so tired that I don't think I'm actually capable of doing much else.  Tonight is going to be one of those couch potato nights.  I've actually kept pretty busy lately.  My social calendar has been booked solid for the most part.  This past weekend I went to Jess's lingerie party.  Had a good time.  :)  Jen and I are great dancers. Haha. This Thursday I'm going out with Jen for her bday.  Woohoo! Then Sunday is Jess's wedding.  Crazy! Rebecca and I are watching Dirty Dancing.  Such a good movie. "And most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you." Hahaha. On another note, my library is expanding at an exponential rate.  I bought a book Friday night and finished it Saturday morning.  I felt accomplished.  Now we're watching Donnie Darko.  Quite the 180, but I absolutely love this movie.   It's supposed to be in the 100's all this week.  What am I supposed to do with that?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way Brandy, you ain't got nothin on me.  :)  You don't wanna bet against me.  Promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to clean my room, but I really don't want to.  It's the one place I allow myself to be messy.  At least I compartmentalize it, right?  For the most part.  Either that or Rebecca cleans up after me and I don't notice.  It's a possibility.  It's past my bedtime.  Laters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-5788371408018116900?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5788371408018116900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=5788371408018116900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/5788371408018116900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/5788371408018116900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/cellar-door.html' title='Cellar Door'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SkGokXHEglI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8Aj4fokeKqU/s72-c/big+bang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-2714143616421177120</id><published>2009-06-06T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:36:01.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fired up</title><content type='html'>So since I'm stuck in graduation for hours on end with nothing to do I decided a blog post was in order. This graduation is in the drum where UT plays basketball so it's super loud and every noise carries. Its also super boring so I keep making jokes and telling mom. They're terrible jokes but she still laughs. That's how I know she loves me. :) But we are having fun trying to pronounce everyones name. Ghetttttooo school. I'm tellin ya. Ally graduated #5 in her class. Beat me by 1. Just had to spite me. In my defense my class was larger. I'm gonna get up and scream when they call Ally's name. don't doubt me. Ill do it. The past day was great after such a stressful week. I love sales but 3 jobs for the price of one is something I will pass up any day. I'm starving. This thing needs to end soon so I can go fill my belly. Haha. My mom has her fingers plugged in her ears. Apparently its a little too loud for her. fire it up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-2714143616421177120?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2714143616421177120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=2714143616421177120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2714143616421177120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2714143616421177120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/fired-up.html' title='Fired up'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4873372289073410728</id><published>2009-04-20T06:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:59:26.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sincere letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go by quickly.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-4873372289073410728?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4873372289073410728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=4873372289073410728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4873372289073410728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4873372289073410728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/sincere-letter.html' title='A sincere letter'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-2582631036503831031</id><published>2009-04-15T10:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:47:38.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SeYBlDg_JyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oTzePaItx7k/s1600-h/lpool+hillsborough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SeYBlDg_JyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oTzePaItx7k/s400/lpool+hillsborough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324945345522640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Let    darkness keep her raven gloss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ah,    sweeter to be drunk with loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To dance with death, to beat the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Than that the victor Hours should scorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The    long result of love, and boast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;"Behold    the man that loved and lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But all he was is overworn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 years ago 96 Liverpool fans were crushed to death at Hillsborough stadium.  May the flame burn eternal.  RIP fellow fans.  YNWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-2582631036503831031?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2582631036503831031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=2582631036503831031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2582631036503831031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2582631036503831031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SeYBlDg_JyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oTzePaItx7k/s72-c/lpool+hillsborough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-3735883336865810729</id><published>2009-04-14T22:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:40:28.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never was so much owed by so many to so few</title><content type='html'>What a sad day.  My boys put up a good fight, but it was just too late.  I take comfort in the fact that Chelsea will now have to play Barca.  Lol.  They will be gloriously defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recap for today:&lt;br /&gt;- Liverpool 4 - 4 Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;- Cody is gonna get his ass kicked in I-spy&lt;br /&gt;- I'm having to study until my little brain can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;- Boo is the best roomie and I love Wuthering Heights&lt;br /&gt;- There is a major downside to having the most comfortable, beautiful bed in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, old people trying to be act younger is a major annoyance for me.  I was sitting at Starbucks trying to study accounting and a couple of old ladies (I use the term old loosely - probably in their 40's) sit down near the table I'm working at.  This didn't bother me.  They were irritating, but not that bad.  I could tune them out.  Then about 10 minutes goes by and about 6 other people come waltzing in and join them.  There was a huge group of them sitting right in front of me all chattering away.  Talking about their lame-ass Camaros and other dumb cars they've had "professional race car drivers work on".  If they were actually cool they'd be talking about the new Aston  Martin or wouldn't have to say anything at all.  Then one of them (a man who looked like he was in his 30's but already balding and who looked like he lived with his mother still) sat back down with a vanilla frappacino and they were all amazed.  The fantastically annoying woman who had the race car driver work on her car and who was dressed like a 15-year-old was like "what is that? it's so pretty."  And of course he had to make it seem as though it was the best drink in the world and he was an expert on Starbucks drinks.  Who flippin cares?  No one.  Anyway, I finished up the problem I was working on, slammed my books shut, and walked right through them.  Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.  I was a little pissed because I had actually been getting some good work done prior to all this.  &lt;end rant=""&gt;  &lt;&gt; Sorry about that.  Is it not the weekend yet?  Someone wake me when it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/end&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SeVl10srDjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bCrf_gHBXzQ/s1600-h/Photo_040509_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SeVl10srDjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bCrf_gHBXzQ/s200/Photo_040509_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324774109788966450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome the newest member of Al Qaeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;end rant=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's Easter's were great.  I got to talk to a bunch of people I really don't care about or know very well.  Although I did find out that my cousin flirted with the actor that plays Gambit in the new Xmen movie on the set of Friday Night Lights.  I thought that was kinda cool.  Enough for tonight.  Gotta hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/end&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-3735883336865810729?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3735883336865810729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=3735883336865810729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3735883336865810729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3735883336865810729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-was-so-much-owed-by-so-many-to-so.html' title='Never was so much owed by so many to so few'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SeVl10srDjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bCrf_gHBXzQ/s72-c/Photo_040509_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-7071209231395101626</id><published>2009-04-09T10:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:50:44.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in my life</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night Rebecca and I went out to dinner at Simply Fondue.  It was delicious and we ate way too much.  It only took us 2 hours though.  I was somewhat surprised at that.  We also came to the realization that Rebecca was named after a cow.  Apparently her mother had a cow named Becky when she was little.  Rebecca was being simply brilliant that night.  She asked me the question "what if you tipped a negative tip?"  I had to think about it for a little.  After dinner we went to Half-price books.  I ended up buying a Joni Mitchell record and T.S. Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats.  It is hilarious.  If you weren't aware, the play Cats was derived from this book.  After our trip to half-price books we ventured to Petland and looked at the animals.  I want a puppy.  I just can't have one right now.  We went back to the apartment after this and changed because we smelled like oil.  Junior met us at the apartment (and parked in a visitor's spot this time) and the three of us went to see Adventureland.  It was an ok movie.  Nothing fantastic. Yesterday Missi and I went and got snow cones after work.  Then we had our workout and I came home and caught up on Lost.  I am really enjoying this season.  It may have something to do with the whole time travel thing.  Tonight Rebecca and I went to a debate at UTA titled 'The God Dialogues'.  It was a debate between two theists and two athiests about the existence of God, the center of morality, trends in anti-intellectualism within the church, etc.  Both sides had postulations that did not really make sense in their contexts, but that is also what makes you think for yourself, so it kept me entertained.  I missed yoga.  I'm going to have to catch up on it tomorrow. Tomorrow is also the Morrissey concert. There's a strong chance we will run into one of Rebecca's ex-boyfriends/wannabe boyfriends.  Haha.  Midnight margaritas and hot tubbing are soon approaching Missi and I have decided.  Anyway, there's not much sense to this post.  Just updating to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-7071209231395101626?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7071209231395101626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=7071209231395101626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/7071209231395101626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/7071209231395101626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-in-my-life.html' title='A week in my life'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4300463813899604024</id><published>2009-04-02T23:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:15:53.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When pigs fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SdWKPPcDGjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_ii53tT0jF8/s1600-h/flying+pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SdWKPPcDGjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_ii53tT0jF8/s200/flying+pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320310529254955570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Dan was trying to imply that I'm a pig.  Hmm.  After work I went over to Missi's and we attempted to do yoga.  I really felt like Jason Segel in Forgetting Sarah Marshall when they try to stand on their heads in the yoga session.  I left Missi's early though and Junior and I watched X-men origins.  Pretty good movie actually. A good soundtrack makes or breaks a movie in my opinion.  Night loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-4300463813899604024?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4300463813899604024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=4300463813899604024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4300463813899604024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4300463813899604024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-pigs-fly.html' title='When pigs fly'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SdWKPPcDGjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_ii53tT0jF8/s72-c/flying+pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-2390902097342801098</id><published>2009-04-01T09:31:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:17:52.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampa bitches!</title><content type='html'>Is it bad to say that people with Parkinson's bother me?  I just want them to be still.  Please don't get offended if you are close to someone who has it.  Several people in my family have it.  Michael J. Fox was on Regis and Kelly this morning.  I like him. I think he's cute. That's just what brought it up though.  Maybe I should become a science major and start researching diseases and viruses.  I think I would love that.  I just wouldn't like learning all of the background I don't think.  Finally got my computer to stream to my ps3!! So I'm watching the last episode of Eastbound and Down again.  Haha. So good, but sad still.  The new Rolling Stone looks awesome.  I will be reading it soon.  I'm a bit scatter-brained today so I apologize for that.  Suzie is at the apartment with Rebecca and I.  They are studying for a Flemish art test which sucks.  Poor dears.  I'm downloading the England/Ukraine world cup qualifying match and am going to watch it.  Go Brits!  Anyway, enough for today.  I'm ready for it to be the weekend!!! Tampa bitches!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-2390902097342801098?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2390902097342801098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=2390902097342801098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2390902097342801098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2390902097342801098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/tampa-bitches.html' title='Tampa bitches!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-412500121281124989</id><published>2009-03-31T21:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:19:24.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception vs. Reality</title><content type='html'>So nothing new for the most part.  This week is going soooo slowly.  Why can't it be Friday?  It is in my mind.  Perception is reality's equivalent in so many other things, why not this one?  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact #1:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a keen observation, I have realized that I do indeed have the same luggage as April on Eastbound and Down.  Fancy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact #2:&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles played the Las Vegas Convention Center in 1964.  Some 8,500 fans paid just $4 each for tickets. If only, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workout today was alright.  It seems to be getting harder though instead of easier and I don't like that one bit.  If Missi wasn't doing it with me I don't think I'd be as dedicated.  The rest of the week is going to be pretty boring I think.  Not doing much until Friday.  Tomorrow is April Fool's Day.  Hurray (I almost typed 'hurry') for getting to listen to people say dumb stuff and then go "April Fool's".  Take note that I will not be believing anything anyone has to say tomorrow so don't even try.  Also, my birthday is fast approaching.  Any suggestions on what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T-minus 23 days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-412500121281124989?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/412500121281124989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=412500121281124989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/412500121281124989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/412500121281124989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/perception-vs-reality.html' title='Perception vs. Reality'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4855234512231906958</id><published>2009-03-31T00:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:05:23.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos from the first weekend in SA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccb3907ad397b0cf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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the first weekend in SA'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-147263105176756798</id><published>2009-03-30T07:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:32:54.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee talk</title><content type='html'>I had a fantastic weekend.  I went to Black Tie Dynasty's last concert which was very sad.  We were on the front row which was good, but the people behind me were so drunk and kept running into me.  That in turn pushed me into the stage and that was not very comfortable.  I pushed them back and turned around to glare at them.  There was also a gentleman who could NOT hold his liquor.  He would lose his balance all of the time and fell towards me quite a few times.  There were some worse incidents with this too.  I almost lost my cool and turned around and punched him in the face.  It was a good concert though.  I just think that Rebecca and Junior enjoyed it a bit more because they were by people a bit more behaved. I still had fun though and am definitely glad I went.  :)  So I went to accounting just now and they were still covering the previous chapter so I just picked up my stuff and came back home.  I have made a brilliant discovery though.  There is a very strong correlation between the amount of caffeine I drink and accounting.  Now I am sitting on the couch watching the news and drinking coffee.  They're talking about bacon.  I'm changing the channel. I don't have much planned for this week.  Just a couple of movie nights I think.  Friday I'm going to stay with Lolo (my aunt) I think and take her to her hair appointment Saturday before I have to go to mine.  It's a long story, but she's had her license revoked and is fighting it, but in the meantime she can't drive.  I'll probably be spending more time with her.  Nothing else for the weekend is set yet. So I don't know what I'll be doing.  My parents are going to Austin I think.  It's about time to go back to class though.  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This week world cup qualifying matches are going on.  England has their next qualifier next weekend as well. Poor Gerrard is gonna be stretched.  Speaking of which, England needs more Liverpool players.  The only problem being that several of them are going to their respective home countries.  Lame.  Skrtel is actually playing for Ukraine I believe in the upcoming England qualifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote that reflects my feelings to the tee:&lt;br /&gt;"It was fantastic to score three goals (against Villa) but more importantly the win kept the momentum going and meant we stayed on United's shoulders. Chelsea lost as well so it was a fantastic weekend to be a Liverpool player."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about football.  I'm sure no one cares anyway.  My allergies are terrible today.  Stupid rain and clouds and wind and stuff.  I'm watching a show where this crew stole this guy's car with his wife's help and they re-do it all the while pretending that it was stolen.  The whole idea bothers me.  First off, if I had a car like that that I loved, I would not be happy to learn that it was a prank and my spouse lied to me.  Second, I would never do that to someone else because I know how I would feel.  Third, I wouldn't want other people working on my car without my direct supervision.  That idea would really bother me.  And what if I didn't like the changes they made?  No, it's just a bad idea overall.  This is warning for the future; no one ever do that to me.  I would be pissed.  This morning I did this stupid advanced yoga for an hour and a half.  My balance has declined over the past two years and I fell over several times.  I'm sure it would humorous to watch.  So Nate, Rebecca, and myself are going to dinner and to see a movie tonight.  I was not given an option out.  =P  Then it's back to the apartment to clean because I desperately need to. Off to shower and then to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-752451659955702022?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/752451659955702022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=752451659955702022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/752451659955702022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/752451659955702022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-boys.html' title='My boys!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-5435245182842678075</id><published>2009-03-23T20:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:38:12.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca boo is back!</title><content type='html'>Rebecca is back from Spring Break!!! Woo! I have someone other than my cat to talk to.  :)  My stomach hurts from laughing so hard.  Check this video out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" data="http://www.kxan.com/video/videoplayer.swf" width="320" height="280"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.kxan.com/video/videoplayer.swf" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="&amp;amp;skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&amp;amp;embed=true&amp;amp;adSrc=http%3A%2F%2Fad%2Edoubleclick%2Enet%2Fadx%2Flin%2Ekxan%2Fnews%3Bdcmt%3Dtext%2Fxml%3Bpos%3D%3Btile%3D2%3Bsz%3D320x240%3Bord%3D241878702965258500%3Frand%3D0%2E671926259540961&amp;amp;flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ekxan%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D19900898&amp;amp;img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Ekxan%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2009%2F03%2F21%2FGuitar%5FShow%5Fhits%5Fright4fd3562c%2D5358%2D41e3%2D936f%2Df10a6f5f13840000%5F20090321230144%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&amp;amp;story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ekxan%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fnews%2Fguitar%5Fshow%5Fhits%5Fright%5Fnote%5Fwith%5Ffans" name="FlashVars"&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to about 1:03.  There you will find the single greatest moment I have seen on TV in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Quote: It is music to musician’s ears. “I don’t have a lot of money,” said Simon Stipp. He would love to drop some dough on a vintage guitar.  Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New word I made up: binocuscopes (binoculars + telescopes) For some reason I was thinking of binoculars and it just came out binocuscopes.  I think some wires in my brain got mixed up.  My workout with Missi was killer.  We did synergistics today and I am dead. It took me a couple of minutes to make it up the stairs to the apartment.  Lol.  I had to go lay on the floor in Rebecca's room for a couple of minutes to regain the strength to move.  I'm kind of excited about the rain that's supposed to come in.  I wish it were greener here.  I need to move to Washington.  I have something to post, but it's at work so I'll have to post it tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~"That is not the American spirit. Did Davy Crockett quit at the Alamo? Did Jim Bowie?"&lt;br /&gt;~"No, they were massacred by like a gazillion angry Mexicans."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-5435245182842678075?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5435245182842678075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=5435245182842678075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/5435245182842678075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/5435245182842678075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/becca-boo-is-back.html' title='Becca boo is back!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4458510863813659323</id><published>2009-03-23T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:48:11.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before school</title><content type='html'>Ugh.  This is going to be a quick post before class.  I completely agree with how shitty it is when you try to do the right thing and can't.  I set my alarm for 6 this morning so I could make it to my 8 am class on time.  When I woke up and looked at my alarm clock, guess what time it was...8:05.  Fantastic.  I'm lucky I woke up when I did so I don't miss my other classes.  It just frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it Thursday already?? I need a remote to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-4458510863813659323?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4458510863813659323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=4458510863813659323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4458510863813659323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4458510863813659323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-school.html' title='Before school'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-482330226162756611</id><published>2009-03-18T23:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:40:53.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big yellow joint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/ScHWhHfd3XI/AAAAAAAAADw/NPB3CON1gHs/s1600-h/where-the-wild-things-are-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/ScHWhHfd3XI/AAAAAAAAADw/NPB3CON1gHs/s200/where-the-wild-things-are-poster-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314764899708951922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time this past weekend.  It's one of those things you wish didn't have to end.  Once I got back I went and picked up Phoenix from the house and brought her up to the apartment.  The parents are gone for the week and I didn't want to leave her alone.  So now she's curled up on my bed next to me.  It's adorable.  I loved Where the Wild Things Are as a kid.  I'm excited to see it made into a movie.  I've been an uber-nerd today.  I have a project I'm going to work on.  I have several actually, but this is one of them.  Here is my list of supplies.  See if you can guess what I'm constructing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-7555 timer chip&lt;br /&gt;-CD4017 counter chip&lt;br /&gt;-47 microfarad, 16 v electrolytic cap&lt;br /&gt;-.22 uF cap&lt;br /&gt;-small signal diodes&lt;br /&gt;-leds&lt;br /&gt;-2N3904 NPN transistor&lt;br /&gt;-proto board&lt;br /&gt;-9v battery snap&lt;br /&gt;-180k, 47k, 330 ohm resistors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why will my eyes not stop itching?  I hate having allergies.  I need to speak with my doctor about this. Tomorrow night there's a softball game for work so I'll probably go to that.  Maybe bowling after or something.  I'm not sure.  Anyway, I have stayed up too late as it is.  Off to bed.  For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-482330226162756611?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/482330226162756611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=482330226162756611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/482330226162756611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/482330226162756611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-yellow-joint.html' title='Big yellow joint'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/ScHWhHfd3XI/AAAAAAAAADw/NPB3CON1gHs/s72-c/where-the-wild-things-are-poster-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-8199583985524914612</id><published>2009-03-11T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:52:08.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, wet, and dreary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbfsKqKZ5vI/AAAAAAAAADo/1y7TKg0S-uQ/s1600-h/ty+and+i+skiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbfsKqKZ5vI/AAAAAAAAADo/1y7TKg0S-uQ/s200/ty+and+i+skiing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311973953367566066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much last night.  Just chilled at the apartment.  Nate came over after work and he, Rebecca, and myself ordered pizza and watched Order of the Phoenix.  Very relaxing.  I cannot tell you how much it annoys me when it rains for the first time in a while.  I was up until about 3 because I just couldn't get to sleep.  Then it started raining and thundering and that woke me up all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been planning on spending Spring Break or at least part of it at home since Rebecca is going to in Houston for part of it.  Well I got a call from my mother last night telling me that they are going out of town for Spring Break as well.  She said they're going to a basketball tournament in Austin first and then they are heading to Grand Junction, CO. Not cool.  I want to go so bad.  I haven't been skiing in forever it seems.  But alas, I can't take the time off work and I need the money anyway.  Mom wants me to continue working part-time, but I think I'm going to go full-time.  There's no point in sitting around an empty apartment by myself.  Lol.  Mom doesn't know that Rebecca's leaving though.  Otherwise she would feel super guilty about leaving me I think and I don't want to put that on her.  They need to go have a good time.  I will, however, lay the guilt trip on thick when they go somewhere for their 25th anniversary this summer.  I need to get to planning a party.  Mom said she'd kill me, but I don't care.  Work in a little bit.  Then studying.  Oh what an exciting, adventurous life I live during the week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-8199583985524914612?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8199583985524914612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=8199583985524914612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/8199583985524914612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/8199583985524914612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/cold-wet-and-dreary.html' title='Cold, wet, and dreary'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbfsKqKZ5vI/AAAAAAAAADo/1y7TKg0S-uQ/s72-c/ty+and+i+skiing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-6753143056074349262</id><published>2009-03-09T06:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:37:03.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finishing Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbXSPA_ty6I/AAAAAAAAADg/CUxpuDS-m24/s1600-h/sa+3.7.09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbXSPA_ty6I/AAAAAAAAADg/CUxpuDS-m24/s200/sa+3.7.09+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382490960481186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I forgot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bologna sandwiches are much better than knuckle ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;a href="http://heywhoturnedoutthelights.ytmnd.com/"&gt;hey, who turned out the lights?&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is something infinitesimally wrong about leaving for school when it is still dark out.  This morning was terrible.  Although that may have had something to do with not sleeping too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca and I had a lovely ice cream dinner tonight.  We went to Braums because I got a craving for it. Speaking of cravings, I still want barbecue.  This happens about once a year.  It's very strange,  but I'm sure I will end up going to Spring Creek or something.  Who wants to get barbecue with me?  Rebecca?? Just kidding! After dinner we went to Half-price Books and I bought two of my favorite children's books: Thundercake and The Rainbabies.  I introduced Rebecca to The Rainbabies, but Thundercake is a shared favorite of ours.  We read them together out loud and all cute and stuff.  :)  I also bought an Emmylou Harris record and a ZZ Top record.  Then we went elsewhere and I got a surprise.  Hahahaha.  Be afraid.  Be very afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-6753143056074349262?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6753143056074349262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=6753143056074349262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6753143056074349262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6753143056074349262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/finishing-touch.html' title='The Finishing Touch'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbXSPA_ty6I/AAAAAAAAADg/CUxpuDS-m24/s72-c/sa+3.7.09+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-432677640400784193</id><published>2009-03-05T13:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:55:19.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbAtyJvIf9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/x1qNLmGJiNM/s1600-h/ps3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309794300300132306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbAtyJvIf9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/x1qNLmGJiNM/s200/ps3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My excitement is too great for me to write anything worth reading right now. Maybe later. In fact I'm almost as excited as I am in this picture. That is pure happiness right there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-432677640400784193?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/432677640400784193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=432677640400784193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/432677640400784193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/432677640400784193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-excited.html' title='Too excited'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SbAtyJvIf9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/x1qNLmGJiNM/s72-c/ps3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-1725133485905323419</id><published>2009-03-03T07:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:26:33.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it were a Chelsea morning</title><content type='html'>I was told last night that I don't update my blog enough and that because of this "some people" don't have anything to read (which is completely ficticious because I know you have my copy of 1984 since I haven't been able to read it) so I'm posting in the early morning. Knock yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it is wayyyyy too early to be up even though it's not really that early. I woke up at 6 to finish my stupid paper because it's due today. But now I'm done and just sitting here. I could go back to sleep, but the 15 minutes or so I'd get isn't worth it. Not when I'm already awake and thinking. I had to write a paper on the trial and death of Socrates. Here was my prompt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How does Socrates describe the individual's role within and against the polis? Does he contradict himself by allowing his own execution to happen or does he offer a valid argument for accepting his fate? How does the fact that he lives in a democracy affect his decision? What would Democritus and the Sophists have thought of Socrates' actions? Your answer should include a thorough discussion of the arguments in the text both for and against accepting his fate, and how they relate to Plato's theory of forms, his views of justice and what constitutes truth, and the individual's relationship to the polis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being said, I would have voted to kill Socrates if I had been there. He is probably one of the singlemost annoying people that ever existed. I think just about anyone who has to read the Republic agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was working on this last night, I got a bit side-tracked. I started talking about how these philosophers were so "ahead of their time." I cringe a bit using that phrase, but there really isn't a good substitute. We then came to the conclusion that religion was one of the primary reasons the world, metaphorically, took a step back. This led to a discussion on religion and spirituality and where we both fall in this category. It's probably not what you would think either, but since I can't tell what you're thinking maybe not. We seriously sat for about 2 hours though and did nothing but talk about this. I didn't even watch 24 last night! (No spoilers or I will hunt you down and hurt you) It's time for me to start getting ready for school. I can't wait for it to warm up again. Running to the shower when I've just woken up never ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Have a magical day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-1725133485905323419?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1725133485905323419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=1725133485905323419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1725133485905323419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1725133485905323419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-told-last-night-that-i-dont.html' title='I wish it were a Chelsea morning'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-3870797774894080965</id><published>2009-02-28T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:30:06.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuttering Stanley</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love Saturday mornings when I don't have to be anywhere or doing anything.  I'm able to watch the Smurfs, my music videos, and the Karate Kid.  I have plans to sit on the couch in my pajamas and not do anything until tonight.  I will probably take a nap at some time.  And study.  But so far these plans sound fantastic to me.  Tonight Rebecca, Junior, Russell, and myself are going to the Longhorn Saloon in FW.  Black Tie Dynasty and Radiant are playing. It will be tough for me I think and will be the latest I've stayed out in a while, but hopefully I can make it.  :)  In other news, I want a new computer.  Unfortunately I think it's going to be a couple of years still until I get a new one.  It's not something I need, just something I want.  Haha. Give it about 4 years and I will have at least two new computers.  Also, I am thinking that I want to go to the New Orleans Jazz Festival April 30-May 3.  It'll be the week after my birthday, so I'm thinking it will be a late birthday present to myself.  Who wants to go?  I'm completely serious about this.  It sounds like a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-3870797774894080965?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3870797774894080965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=3870797774894080965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3870797774894080965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3870797774894080965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuttering-stanley.html' title='Stuttering Stanley'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-907603544719861550</id><published>2009-02-25T20:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:53:50.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6-23-14</title><content type='html'>I find it funny that the whole Rihanna/Chris Brown situation has inspired all of this action against domestic violence.  Don't get me wrong, it's great, it just makes me laugh.  There's an article in the shorthorn today about an organization on campus that is providing domestic violence victims with confidential help and every time I turn around a corner there is someone with a 'Stop the Violence' shirt on.  Rebecca and I just got done having a cozy, romantic dinner at Spiral.  It was lovely.  :)  Hopefully (*crosses fingers*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whimsical story:  &lt;a href="http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/18793588/detail.html#-"&gt;Elk tangles with bar stool&lt;/a&gt;.  And props to Becca Boo this time since apparently I forgot on my last post.  Cred to her for buying me the book too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to go rafting.  I'll take this as a sign that I'm feeling much better.  :)  Still can't pick up heavy things or exercise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Rebecca and I are in the back because we were told it was the safest - also being by the guide seemed like a good idea - ours was the cool raft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s101.photobucket.com/albums/m48/klynnmorrison/Colorado/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SKU0016-R2-040-18A.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m48/klynnmorrison/Colorado/SKU0016-R2-040-18A.jpg" alt="AND Rafting some more" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-907603544719861550?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/907603544719861550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=907603544719861550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/907603544719861550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/907603544719861550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-23-14.html' title='6-23-14'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m48/klynnmorrison/Colorado/th_SKU0016-R2-040-18A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-9074928535875758046</id><published>2009-02-23T19:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:26:29.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morton's Fork</title><content type='html'>So I'm trying to catch up on everything I've missed over the past week by being home and sleeping.  It's terrible.  I am watching the Academy Awards right now since I missed it last night.  I really disagree with the majority of the picks.  I like the presenters though which makes it worth it.  Today was the first day back at work.  It was pretty tough.  No lie.  Rebecca cooked an excellent dinner tonight though because she's a sweetheart.  :)  I got my ps3 to connect to the internet finally so I will be using it more.  My goal for tomorrow is to make an appointment to speak with my adviser about dropping my statistics class.  It's just a bit too much for me to handle this semester.  I have to make at least 3 A's.  Eek.  I wish I had a buddy who worked for NORAD.  I made a bad economic choice this weekend and now I have no money.  There's a somewhat humorous story that goes along with that if you enjoy stories involving the stupidity of human predictability, but I will decline to share it here.  You may ask me if you like but I may refuse to tell you as it is somewhat self-deprecating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I feel I am guilty of &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/08/18/107-self-aware-hip-hop-references/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  For those who don't know, I bought the book, took the quiz and received a score of 89%.  Sad, but at least I'm honest with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to go rafting again.  Who's in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s101.photobucket.com/albums/m48/klynnmorrison/Colorado/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SKU0016-R2-064-30A.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m48/klynnmorrison/Colorado/SKU0016-R2-064-30A.jpg" alt="Train" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-9074928535875758046?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9074928535875758046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=9074928535875758046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/9074928535875758046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/9074928535875758046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-im-trying-to-catch-up-on-everything.html' title='Morton&apos;s Fork'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m48/klynnmorrison/Colorado/th_SKU0016-R2-064-30A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-6546519486332057638</id><published>2009-02-17T20:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:15:51.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through a faithless eye</title><content type='html'>I just realized I hadn't updated in a long time and so I think I will.  I somehow contracted mono.  I have no idea how, but I did.  So that has put me living at my parents house for a week.  I had my mom pick me up from my apartment Friday night because I was feeling so terrible and she brought me back to the house.  Long story short, it was a very dramatic night that involved no sleeping, very little breathing (on my part), and a near emergency room visit.  My mom slept in my room with me because she was so scared I was just going to stop breathing. It was far from pleasant.  Then Saturday morning dawned and my mom took me to CareNow since they were the only place open at the time.  We had to wait a little bit, but they had Cool Runnings on so it was ok.  Once they called us in they said they were going to do several tests to try and figure out what I had.  Well come to find out, the test for mono is even worse than the test for strep.  They actually have to prick your finger and get a blood sample.  Now you should know that I am not the bravest of creatures when it comes to this kind of thing, but I was feeling so bad I sucked it up and let them do it.  My mom started laughing after though because she said I looked like the most pitiful thing ever.  Once the doctor came back and confirmed that I had mono, he said that they could only treat the symptoms and that there really isn't a cure.  He said the best thing for my throat (which was as close to being completely closed off as it could be with me still breathing) would be to give me a steroid shot which would reduce the swelling.  At this point I started to get a little panicky.  I am definitely not a shot person.  I tend to either cry or hyperventilate or both on occasion.  But when the doctor left my mom reminded me about how bad my throat was and so I resigned myself to a shot.  So the nurse came in, administered the shot (I had my mom hold my hand still) and everything was fine, right? Wrong.  I had a bad reaction to the shot and ended up throwing up.  So my mother runs out into the hall to try to get someone and the doctor comes running in.  He said they could give me another shot or pills for the nausea and asked me which one I wanted.  I think I was delirious at this point because I don't really remember too much, but I asked for the shot.  So I ended up getting another shot.  Both of which I had to get near my hips.  This made walking and sitting a bit uncomfortable for the next few days.  The good news is that I am alive and as well as can be at this point.  I just tire out pretty easily.  I'm not supposed to do any heavy lifting or exercise really, but that's about it.  I took this week off work to give myself some time to recoup and am living at home so I "eat right". All in all it's not too bad I guess.  Could be a lot worse.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-6546519486332057638?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6546519486332057638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=6546519486332057638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6546519486332057638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6546519486332057638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/through-faithless-eye.html' title='Through a faithless eye'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-8698952439600654493</id><published>2009-02-03T18:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:28:52.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As it should be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":ea" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not much has been going on lately.  Saturday night I went and hung out with some girls from work.  That was pretty fun.  It was because Crystal is leaving though which is sad.  Today was her last day.  I also found out that Michael probably won't be there much longer because he's almost done with school.  He should graduate this summer and is planning on working at an architecture firm after that.  I'm happy for him, but it's sad to see people leave.  It's definitely a time of change.  That's for sure.  I'm watching Independence Day...again.  I love it.  So I'm a procrastinator with some things and apparently didn't get my defensive driving stuff submitted in time.  So now I have to go to court.  It's no big deal.  Just a pain.  Junior, Russell, and Rebecca are going with me and we're all going to Mellow Mushroom after.  Sarah may join us.  :)  Homework calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aim conversation taking place between Nate and myself a couple of days ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4:36:22 PM) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was playing halo on sat night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(4:36:32 PM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and some dude came on from over in england&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(4:36:40 PM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; he was makin fun of the us and americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(4:36:56 PM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so i got on the head set, called him a irish sack and that he was a united fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(4:37:32 PM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; he was dumbfounded and responded promptly with I'm not a united fan I'm a Wigan fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(4:37:37 PM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i laughed and left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-8698952439600654493?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8698952439600654493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=8698952439600654493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/8698952439600654493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/8698952439600654493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-it-should-be.html' title='As it should be'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-6385563366545809539</id><published>2009-01-28T22:57:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:23:47.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SYE6ZAdW_-I/AAAAAAAAADA/ePN9DRBf5J8/s1600-h/sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SYE6ZAdW_-I/AAAAAAAAADA/ePN9DRBf5J8/s200/sweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578838058696674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New &lt;a href="http://www.kidrobot.com/products2.cfm?ID=7365&amp;amp;cfid=11750837&amp;amp;cftoken=73664532&amp;amp;nav_chooser=&amp;amp;dept=APPAREL&amp;amp;typ=WOMENS%20OUTERWEAR#"&gt;kidrobot&lt;/a&gt; opened up in London.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SYE6Bvj5QxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UXEgfJjC3pE/s1600-h/kid-robot-selfridges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SYE6Bvj5QxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UXEgfJjC3pE/s320/kid-robot-selfridges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578438385713938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't typically go for orange (*cough*) but I like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how awesome would it be to look up at night and see &lt;a href="http://www.laranachesalta.com/news/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SYE7tBvDqoI/AAAAAAAAADI/V9nXpePr8yo/s1600-h/lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SYE7tBvDqoI/AAAAAAAAADI/V9nXpePr8yo/s200/lamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296580281510374018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-6385563366545809539?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6385563366545809539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=6385563366545809539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6385563366545809539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6385563366545809539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/shameless.html' title='Shameless'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SYE6ZAdW_-I/AAAAAAAAADA/ePN9DRBf5J8/s72-c/sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-6306505227068345736</id><published>2009-01-28T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:57:13.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should have said it in my secret language...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.neave.com/games/get_game.php?swf=spaceinvaders" name="neaveSpaceInvaders" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neave.com/games/"&gt;Space Invaders made by Neave Games&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun with this.  I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't done too much today.  School was canceled again because of ice.  I had a bit of an adventure trying to get to work however.  It included pouring buckets of water on my windshield, a credit card, an hour, and massive amounts of ice.  I got lucky.  I managed to not fall the entire day! There were some close calls though.  Not much to say tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-6306505227068345736?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6306505227068345736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=6306505227068345736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6306505227068345736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6306505227068345736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-i-should-have-said-it-in-my.html' title='Maybe I should have said it in my secret language...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-3468118284893392808</id><published>2009-01-27T10:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:07:32.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No escuela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SX89qjR5zOI/AAAAAAAAACw/3zGDwOOR3Wk/s1600-h/icestorm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SX89qjR5zOI/AAAAAAAAACw/3zGDwOOR3Wk/s320/icestorm.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296019488045124834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was canceled today because of ice.  :)  Yay!  So I slept in and now Rebecca and I are sitting here watching Saved by the Bell and Fresh Prince and I'm drinking coffee.  The only downside is that my head feels like it's going to implode and my allergies are killing me on top of that.  I think I may have scratched my eye.  Woops.  Last time I did that I had to get an eye patch.  Which there are pictures of.  It's quite comical.  Look at &lt;a href="https://genographic.nationalgeographic.com/genographic/participate.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. It's super cool and I wish I could do it, but it costs $100. Anyway, it's just about time to start getting ready for work.  I hope everyone has a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-3468118284893392808?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3468118284893392808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=3468118284893392808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3468118284893392808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3468118284893392808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-escuela.html' title='No escuela'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SX89qjR5zOI/AAAAAAAAACw/3zGDwOOR3Wk/s72-c/icestorm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-5432454310596585599</id><published>2009-01-25T20:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:13:05.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frack it</title><content type='html'>Had a great weekend. I wish there were more like it.  Sitting at home now. I'm trying to catch up on BSG.  I've been slacking and haven't watched it in a while.  I should also probably eat something considering I haven't eaten yet today.  Don't know why, just kind of forgot to I guess.  I'm not sure what I'm doing for the superbowl yet, but hopefully something fun.  :)  This is going to be a short post I think.  Early morning tomorrow.  Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-5432454310596585599?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5432454310596585599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=5432454310596585599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/5432454310596585599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/5432454310596585599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/frack-it.html' title='Frack it'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-6251713708708657653</id><published>2009-01-20T12:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:29:04.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Issuing in a new era</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEGd75awApM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEGd75awApM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjUTymL1T5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjUTymL1T5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-6251713708708657653?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6251713708708657653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=6251713708708657653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6251713708708657653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6251713708708657653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/issuing-in-new-era.html' title='Issuing in a new era'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-721150408428833231</id><published>2009-01-18T18:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:10:35.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Kop</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Green Street Hooligans.  Oh how I love that movie.  One of the few movies I like Elijah Wood in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun.  Went with Rebecca and Junior to see Black Tie Dynasty again.  This is the fifth time for me.  The 8th for Rebecca I think.  Crazy.  It was cool except that I'm tired of getting my hands marked for being under 21.  That will be ending soon.  It was a good show though.  I also got my inspection renewed yesterday.  That is definitely a good thing because now I don't have to go the long way if I see a cop.  That almost made me late for work the other day.  Tonight I think I'm going to Nate's before I head back to the apartment.  He's just been sitting tonight I think and is bored.  I'm almost done with my defensive driving I think. One more movie should do it.  Hopefully I'll finish it up tonight.  Tomorrow is my last day working full-time and then school starts back up Tuesday.  I'm so dreading it. This semester is going to be a lot of work.  Oh well.  I'll survive.  Always do.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough for tonight.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-721150408428833231?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/721150408428833231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=721150408428833231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/721150408428833231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/721150408428833231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-kop.html' title='On the Kop'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-1630986718592611857</id><published>2009-01-15T11:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:35:24.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the twenties</title><content type='html'>Today we are into the twenties. Both in terms of weather and my refrigerator countdown. It is too cold outside. This week has gone by fairly quickly it seems. Probably because I'm dreading starting school. Tuesday night Rebecca and I just chilled at the apartment for the most part. Last night we went and worked out (which killed me) and after that came back to the apartment, took showers, and cooked dinner. Well Boo cooked mostly because I think she's better at it. Whole wheat pasta in a tomato-vodka sauce with salad. It was delicious. Then we sat down and watched the Real World: Brooklyn. Hahaha. Very educational. Today is a Journey day for me I think. I've been hooked. Good news: my poinsetta is still alive!! I have green thumbs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My horoscope is completely wrong today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The planetary lineup will finally help you to understand what has been causing a certain source of irritation or anger. You may find that you feel that familiar urge to have a fight, and suddenly realize, with real clarity, exactly why this keeps happening. This understanding is an important breakthrough, which could help matters between you and your partner. A breakthrough in communications could occur.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutely ridiculous. I have nothing to be irritated or mad at, so how could I be? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's taken me several hours to write this which is why it kind of switches topics quickly. I've been typing when I get a chance between tasks. I think Nate may come over for dinner tonight and Rebecca and I are working out again. It has been suggested that we watch the Dark Knight. We shall see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll finish with a picture that makes me happy, but since I'm not sure how much longer it will last I'm posting it here. Stupid red devils need to go back home. Sir Fergie may as well change his name to Vladamir Putin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291617296204989970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SW-Z5QuchhI/AAAAAAAAACg/42RSmdepxEM/s320/Standings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-1630986718592611857?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1630986718592611857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=1630986718592611857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1630986718592611857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1630986718592611857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/into-twenties.html' title='Into the twenties'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SW-Z5QuchhI/AAAAAAAAACg/42RSmdepxEM/s72-c/Standings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-1754676908090384138</id><published>2009-01-12T22:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:15:27.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 days?</title><content type='html'>So today was good I guess.  Texas Power got a letter from a 7th grade girl in Washington asking for help with her school project.  She said she was in a Washington State History class and was researching technology after WWII.  Why on earth she would write to Texas Power is beyond me, but I showed it to David and he just laughed and said it looked like I had a new project.  So guess what I will be doing tomorrow.  After work, Rebecca and I went to workout.  That felt good but I hit my knee super hard on the machine and now I have a bruise.  :(  Sad.  Then after that we went to Tom Thumb and bought some groceries.  We came back to the apartment and cooked dinner.  We had pacific cod with a tuscan garlic seasoning, salad, seasoned squash and zuchini, and cherries for dessert.  It was delicious.  We watched part of Tokyo Drift and then Nathan came over to watch 24.  24 was really good.  In sum: Jack bauer flying squirrel leap, Jack takes guy into custody, Jack helps guy escape, Chloe and Bill are back, and I have a really good knack at predicting lines.&lt;br /&gt;I was also alerted to the fact that I need to figure out what I'm gonna do for the superbowl.  I'm not sure what the plan is for tomorrow either.  Rebecca has class till 9:30 and I don't really want to be bored for that long of a time.  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just an update.  There will be more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-1754676908090384138?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1754676908090384138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=1754676908090384138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1754676908090384138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1754676908090384138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/32-days.html' title='32 days?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-6989510060593808487</id><published>2009-01-06T10:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:16:16.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goheno nin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SWOBkGgrKTI/AAAAAAAAACI/JOSsR_DWS-0/s1600-h/20090102093838595_Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288212844686027058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SWOBkGgrKTI/AAAAAAAAACI/JOSsR_DWS-0/s320/20090102093838595_Page_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288217074456010850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SWOFaTobIGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wtp3FJYMKxU/s320/20090102093838595_Page_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the result of about an hour of boredom. It is my analysis of the subjectivity of each entrance of my parents' house to velociraptor attack (with accompanying sketches of course). I think it could use some work still, but don't feel like putting anymore effort into it currently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the title of this post is for Rebecca. Simply because you make fun of me for it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that today and tomorrow are going to go very slowly, so there will probably be more blog posts. Stand by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-6989510060593808487?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6989510060593808487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=6989510060593808487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6989510060593808487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/6989510060593808487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/goheno-nin.html' title='Goheno nin'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SWOBkGgrKTI/AAAAAAAAACI/JOSsR_DWS-0/s72-c/20090102093838595_Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-3688608702750699760</id><published>2009-01-05T20:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:17:27.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook 'em Horns</title><content type='html'>I realize that I haven't updated this in a while and for that I'm sorry.  Life has been kinda crazy lately, but crazy in a good way I think.  I am currently watching the Ohio State v. Texas game.  Hopefully Texas will win and break the terrible losing streak my teams have had lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to bust out the high school letter jacket today because it was so cold.  It is just such a warm coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to keep up my crazy cat lady persona I will mention that the Bush family's cat, India, died.  Very sad.  It was 15-years-old though and probably had better health care than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make it a goal to try to update this more often.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-3688608702750699760?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3688608702750699760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=3688608702750699760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3688608702750699760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3688608702750699760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/hook-em-horns.html' title='Hook &apos;em Horns'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4442873821704073269</id><published>2008-12-17T14:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:18:59.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQ-jv8g1YVI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQ-jv8g1YVI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just wanted to see if this would work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-4442873821704073269?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4442873821704073269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=4442873821704073269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4442873821704073269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4442873821704073269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-wanted-to-see-if-this-would-work.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-1570711562097271750</id><published>2008-12-08T20:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:27:53.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in magic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stole this from Nate off myspace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could&lt;wbr&gt; live in any other&lt;wbr&gt; place&lt;wbr&gt;, where&lt;wbr&gt; &amp;amp; why?&lt;br /&gt;Seattle or Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What anima&lt;wbr&gt;l best repre&lt;wbr&gt;sents&lt;wbr&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;Cat --&gt; Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the crazi&lt;wbr&gt;est thing&lt;wbr&gt; you ever did?&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could&lt;wbr&gt; have any super&lt;wbr&gt;power&lt;wbr&gt; what would&lt;wbr&gt; it be?&lt;br /&gt;I'd be an elemental.  Probably fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos is your ultim&lt;wbr&gt;ate celeb&lt;wbr&gt;rity crush&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;There are several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color&lt;wbr&gt; best repre&lt;wbr&gt;sents&lt;wbr&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would&lt;wbr&gt; your life'&lt;wbr&gt;s theme&lt;wbr&gt; song be?&lt;br /&gt;The Jefferson's theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would&lt;wbr&gt; you cast to play you in a movie&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nathan says Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would&lt;wbr&gt; your life movie&lt;wbr&gt; be calle&lt;wbr&gt;d?&lt;br /&gt;Master of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;star in any t.v. show,&lt;wbr&gt; which&lt;wbr&gt; one would&lt;wbr&gt; it be?&lt;br /&gt;Man vs. Wild or Alias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think&lt;wbr&gt; is the hotte&lt;wbr&gt;st athle&lt;wbr&gt;te?&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham (though a very common favorite) and Rafael Nadal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;My Phoenix, a dog, and a hedgehog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color&lt;wbr&gt; shirt&lt;wbr&gt; are you weari&lt;wbr&gt;ng?&lt;br /&gt;Red, black, yellow, lots of colors actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three&lt;wbr&gt; thing&lt;wbr&gt;s that are physi&lt;wbr&gt;cally&lt;wbr&gt; close&lt;wbr&gt; to you:&lt;br /&gt;Nate, Rebecca, and my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;The Book of General Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you or were you a good stude&lt;wbr&gt;nt?&lt;br /&gt;When I choose to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite sport&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Football (soccer), tennis, hockey, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy&lt;wbr&gt; sleep&lt;wbr&gt;ing late?&lt;br /&gt;Define late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s the weath&lt;wbr&gt;er like right&lt;wbr&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;Slightly chilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve in karma&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve in luck?&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your eggs scram&lt;wbr&gt;bled or sunny&lt;wbr&gt; side up?&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you relia&lt;wbr&gt;ble?&lt;br /&gt;For the most part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite food?&lt;br /&gt;Fish and chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a secre&lt;wbr&gt;t admir&lt;wbr&gt;er?&lt;br /&gt;Too many to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the smell&lt;wbr&gt; of gasol&lt;wbr&gt;ine?&lt;br /&gt;Love it.  Weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to draw?&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy doodling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite inven&lt;wbr&gt;tion?&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your room messy&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Umm...not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like bette&lt;wbr&gt;r: orang&lt;wbr&gt;es or apple&lt;wbr&gt;s?&lt;br /&gt;Apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give in easil&lt;wbr&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what it is.  If it's something I already want, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good guess&lt;wbr&gt;er?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read other&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e's expre&lt;wbr&gt;ssion&lt;wbr&gt;s?&lt;br /&gt;Very well usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bully&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;Yessssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up this morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng?&lt;br /&gt;Which time?  Pick between 3:30, 4:30, or 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat for break&lt;wbr&gt;fast this morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you showe&lt;wbr&gt;red?&lt;br /&gt;9 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you plan on doing&lt;wbr&gt; tomor&lt;wbr&gt;row?&lt;br /&gt;Take a final, study, and write a paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite day of the week and why?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any nickn&lt;wbr&gt;ames?&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Kimmy, Kimmy Lynn, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been scuba&lt;wbr&gt; divin&lt;wbr&gt;g?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s your all time favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite color&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Dark green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would&lt;wbr&gt; you ever go skydi&lt;wbr&gt;ving?&lt;br /&gt;Right this second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy&lt;wbr&gt; chall&lt;wbr&gt;enges&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s the worst&lt;wbr&gt; injur&lt;wbr&gt;y you have had?&lt;br /&gt;Probably dancing stuff.  My shin injury was pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s the last movie&lt;wbr&gt; you saw in the theat&lt;wbr&gt;er?&lt;br /&gt;Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to know about&lt;wbr&gt; the futur&lt;wbr&gt;e?&lt;br /&gt;Do the dinosaurs die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text messa&lt;wbr&gt;ge say?&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Where at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you spoke&lt;wbr&gt; over the phone&lt;wbr&gt; to?&lt;br /&gt;Nate Hodges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite schoo&lt;wbr&gt;l subje&lt;wbr&gt;ct?&lt;br /&gt;History, Biology, and Calculus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s your least&lt;wbr&gt; favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite schoo&lt;wbr&gt;l subje&lt;wbr&gt;ct?&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would&lt;wbr&gt; you rathe&lt;wbr&gt;r have money&lt;wbr&gt; or love?&lt;br /&gt;Both. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite anima&lt;wbr&gt;l?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger or phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s the last sport&lt;wbr&gt;ing event&lt;wbr&gt; you watch&lt;wbr&gt;ed?&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys vs. Steelers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to do laund&lt;wbr&gt;ry?&lt;br /&gt;Desperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you liste&lt;wbr&gt;n to the radio&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt; were you when 9/11 happe&lt;wbr&gt;ned?&lt;br /&gt;Worley Middle School - 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when vendi&lt;wbr&gt;ng machi&lt;wbr&gt;nes steal&lt;wbr&gt; your money&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Shake them until they give me something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color&lt;wbr&gt; are your bed sheet&lt;wbr&gt;s?&lt;br /&gt;Champagne-colored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n to make you laugh&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like thing&lt;wbr&gt;s that glow in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s your favor&lt;wbr&gt;ite fruit&lt;wbr&gt;y scent&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Pomegranate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch&lt;wbr&gt; carto&lt;wbr&gt;ons?&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat on a roof?&lt;br /&gt;Indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rent count&lt;wbr&gt;ry?&lt;br /&gt;Mexico and Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a rumor&lt;wbr&gt; even been sprea&lt;wbr&gt;d about&lt;wbr&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sushi&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Some of it, but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve in magic&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;In a young girl's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-1570711562097271750?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1570711562097271750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=1570711562097271750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1570711562097271750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1570711562097271750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='Do you believe in magic?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-5114351659343058228</id><published>2008-12-05T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:08:06.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,&lt;br /&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,&lt;br /&gt;there will be an answer, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,&lt;br /&gt;there will be an answer. let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be, .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,&lt;br /&gt;shine until tomorrow, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,&lt;br /&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be, ..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-5114351659343058228?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5114351659343058228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=5114351659343058228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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adventure tonight driving my grandparents' minivan out to the movie theater to see Australia with 5 of my cousins in the back. I have come to the conclusion that I should review movies I see.  This decision was reached partly due to boredom and the other part due to the fact that I like to share my opinions.  So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Nicole Kidman, Hugh Jackman Director: Baz Luhrmann Release Date: November 26, 2008 Running Time: 165 mins MPAA Rating: PG-13 Distributors: 20th Century Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there are very mixed reviews of this film but overall I would say this is a decent flick.  I went in with somewhat low expectations and once again my cynicism paid off. I would describe it as a John Wayne film-meets-Gone with the Wind-meets-Pearl Harbor type of movie.  I have to admit that it was pretty long and almost seemed like it could have been split into two separate movies.  There were also scenes that I thought were a bit melodramatic and weren't convincing in the least.  However, I really think that Baz Luhrmann did a great job shooting the film.  The scenery was amazing and it seemed to really capture the feel of the land there.  I also thought the plot was pretty good and the character development was decent, but I would describe neither as phenomenal.  I really think that the strong cast in the movie helped to make it for me.  Luhrmann also made excellent use of some very heavy themes in the movie, such as the racism and the "stolen generations."  I think that if you liked Moulin Rouge, you will definitely like this film.  Even if you didn't, it seems like this movie has more to offer a wider audience than did Moulin Rouge.  All in all, not the Oscar nominee of the year but I would say it's worth seeing at least once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-3234019578928608498?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3234019578928608498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=3234019578928608498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3234019578928608498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3234019578928608498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-4156644893310176361</id><published>2008-11-27T22:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:50:17.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SS93EVXdW8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2PfZbQPkwhA/s1600-h/m_wiley-photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SS93EVXdW8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2PfZbQPkwhA/s320/m_wiley-photo5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273564605012859842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's kind of a handsome bald-headed black dude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My brilliant mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Marcellus Wiley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-4156644893310176361?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4156644893310176361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=4156644893310176361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4156644893310176361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/4156644893310176361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-of-night.html' title='Quote of the night'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SS93EVXdW8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2PfZbQPkwhA/s72-c/m_wiley-photo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-3483494711215783053</id><published>2008-11-27T00:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:31:48.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last man standing</title><content type='html'>...or woman as the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I am the last one awake.  I'm laying on my air mattress with my laptop in my grandfather's office. Everyone here goes to bed so early.  I think it's because there's nothing to do.  I've been trying to come up with stuff I can keep myself entertained with tomorrow.  Holidays are always horrible because nothing is open.  I did call the local Starbucks to make sure they're open in the morning and I looked at times for the movie theater.  So that gives me a couple of things to do.  I will probably try to find some quiet place to hole myself up in.  I love my family but they are crazy sometimes.  I need my quiet reflection time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found part of Rebecca's Christmas present.  It's pretty cool and I think she'll like it.  Now I just have to order it.  I have a feeling I'll be on my computer a lot the next couple of days. And I think I'm going to go to Austin on Friday.  I want to go to a few places and Libby (one of my cousins) wants to go buy a new Mac so it gives me a good excuse to go.  I hope the next couple of days will go by quickly. And oh my goodness....Libby talks in her sleep apparently.  She just completely freaked me out.  She turned toward me all of a sudden and it's dark so I couldn't tell if her eyes were open (they weren't).  She pointed up towards the ceiling and said very clearly "Look."  She repeated it several times and got more aggressive with each repetition.  Crazyyyy.   Scared me though and I fell for it: I looked.  On that note I think I'm going to try and get some sleep before these people wake me up at 5 am, but I will leave you with a lovely quote to ponder on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-3483494711215783053?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3483494711215783053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=3483494711215783053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3483494711215783053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/3483494711215783053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-man-standing.html' title='The last man standing'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-5896519308542613880</id><published>2008-11-16T21:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:35:04.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Éminence grise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SSD_VaTXEFI/AAAAAAAAABI/aT7mtzNQGBY/s1600-h/Me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SSD_VaTXEFI/AAAAAAAAABI/aT7mtzNQGBY/s320/Me3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269492307326341202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca and I had a wonderful trip down to Austin this weekend.  It was nice to get away and break up the monotony that can come to rule my life.   We are currently watching Casablanca and wishing we had a fireplace. The actions of women in movies often elude me.  If you are going to hold someone at gunpoint and threaten them, then you had better carry through with your threat or else risk losing any respect you had.  In other news I got a really cool old cigarette lighter today.  I think the flint wheel or whatever may need to be replaced though.  I'm looking forward to this week.  It should be pretty good.  I have a meeting with my english professor tomorrow which while I wouldn't necessarily say I'm dreading it, I definitely wouldn't say I'm overly joyous about it either.  Tuesday night I believe I am going to the UTA basketball game.  That should be interesting.  Wednesday I'm not sure about yet.  Clothes need to be taken home to be washed at some point as well. It's early but I am tired and will probably go to bed in an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poll:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is a sunflower seed a nut? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The current topic of debate between Rebecca and me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-5896519308542613880?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5896519308542613880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=5896519308542613880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/5896519308542613880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/5896519308542613880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/minence-grise.html' title='Éminence grise'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SSD_VaTXEFI/AAAAAAAAABI/aT7mtzNQGBY/s72-c/Me3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-1794654516659265084</id><published>2008-11-12T22:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:36:18.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions from a left-handed sophist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRu2LudOMKI/AAAAAAAAABA/KjK9z-1vpHg/s1600-h/Scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRu2LudOMKI/AAAAAAAAABA/KjK9z-1vpHg/s320/Scared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268004501705339042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the blue chair again.  This time watching Hocus Pocus with Rebecca.  Such a great movie.  Also in looking through pictures we happened to find the one I've posted.  It was taken at away camp for drill team.  More like a week-long torture session full of unimaginable pain and suffering.  This picture was the result of a week without sleep and dancing 20 hours a day.  I'm glad Rebecca and I are taking a trip down to Austin this weekend.  I think I really need it.  Friend time is good.  I think it may have reached that time for me to retire.  Amuck, amuck, amuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-1794654516659265084?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1794654516659265084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=1794654516659265084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1794654516659265084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1794654516659265084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/confessions-from-left-handed-sophist.html' title='Confessions from a left-handed sophist'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRu2LudOMKI/AAAAAAAAABA/KjK9z-1vpHg/s72-c/Scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-2677688312885222360</id><published>2008-11-11T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:26:12.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai</title><content type='html'>I honestly am amazed that I'm still awake at this point.  It's been three days with just about no sleep.  The storm last night was not helpful in my quest for sleep.  At about 3 this morning a piercing noise sounded and continued to go off sporadically for the next 15 minutes or so.  I think it was a car horn or alarm or something.  It woke Rebecca and I up.  We both wandered out onto the porch looking for someone to hit or yell at I think.  I was seriously contemplating smashing some cars.  Then I got up about an hour after that to study more.  I am really unhappy with school currently.  Yesterday I was completely ready to quit.  Today has been better, but I still feel like something needs to change.  I was studying last night with Monica at the library and she told me she found out Saturday she was accepted to this program to study in Dubai.  She said they're paying for her tuition, room and board.  The only things she has to pay for are her extra expenses and her ticket over.  I think I may apply for the program.  I would like to study in London, but it is so expensive.  Dubai would be more practical I think and I would have the chance to learn Arabic.  The only foreseeable issue is my job.  It's something I really don't want to lose and I don't know how they would feel about me leaving for a couple of months.  It's something to think about I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-2677688312885222360?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2677688312885222360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=2677688312885222360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2677688312885222360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/2677688312885222360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/dubai.html' title='Dubai'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894325201642313168.post-1747164688126490883</id><published>2008-11-06T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:14:10.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>First post on the new blog!!! Today has been crazy. Very strange.  I have watched the 'Scarlet takes a tumble' video on youtube with Rebecca about 100 times and it still makes me laugh.  Today is Ty's birthday.  Happy birthday brother!  We're celebrating again on Saturday I think with my grandparents.  On our way back to the apartment tonight Rebecca and I decided to stop by America's Best Coffee and go through the drive-thru.  Well tonight was open mic night I guess.  They had a truly awful band playing and there were soooo many high school kids there who you could tell thought they were super cool.  So naturally I tried to run over as many as possible.  Rebecca flipped a couple of them off though I think because they kept looking at her.  Haha.  On another note, if it's adventure you're seeking tonight, apparently you can survive being compacted multiple times in a trash compactor.  There was an article on digg this morning and I just saw the same story mentioned in the news about a kid being compacted 3 times in a garbage truck.  Haha.  So go try it if you wish.  It was just another incident in a series of events that set Rebecca and I off laughing again.  And now I just saw a commercial for Lindor Truffles.  Lucky I conveniently had some sitting around here.  In any matter, I believe I am going to retire early this evening.  Goodnight one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894325201642313168-1747164688126490883?l=adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1747164688126490883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894325201642313168&amp;postID=1747164688126490883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1747164688126490883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894325201642313168/posts/default/1747164688126490883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03029696390642305307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKKmzZiX63o/SRPQR8zbRXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T4qLuhV6img/S220/PA260588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
