<?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-1468475461779332740</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:30:49.755-07:00</updated><category term='pc'/><category term='babbling'/><category term='connection'/><category term='movies'/><category term='free'/><category term='light'/><category term='death'/><category term='need'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='new'/><category term='help'/><category term='pool'/><category term='summer'/><category term='20th'/><category term='classes'/><category term='random crap'/><category term='want'/><category term='losing lbs'/><category term='write'/><category term='depress'/><category term='star trek'/><category term='SE'/><category term='past'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><category term='ramble'/><category term='sdcc'/><category term='note'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='love it'/><category term='realization'/><category term='music'/><category term='alone'/><category term='major'/><category term='angry'/><category term='life'/><category term='later skater'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='updated'/><category term='ontdstxi'/><category term='december'/><category term='drivers ed'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='pain'/><category term='god'/><category term='contemplative'/><category term='finals'/><category term='inane'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='masks'/><category term='chatting'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Corner of my Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>.the impossible will take a little while.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-2582467249842464174</id><published>2009-11-27T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:34:27.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie rambles.</title><content type='html'>so i recently got back into the Trek fandom, after leaving it for a while and it made me really happy to be back in a fandom that is so accepting and incredible. it also helps that Star Trek is no longer something to hid about, with the successful reboot of STAR TREK from the director skills of JJ Abrams and his fantastic team of writers and producers, the casting of Chris Pine(Kirk), Zachary Quinto(Spock) and Karl Urban(McCoy) and the rest of the cast (because that was spot on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the rumors fly around about the sequel, who'd be brought in, which characters, which direction will it go and dabble in? As a fan and a fan of thriller based movies (not just horror, but movies that have an intellectual background), i'd like to see the writers take cues from the television show, primarily in the way of Conscience of the King(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOMcqnRwhW8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOMcqnRwhW8&lt;/a&gt;), City on the Edge of Forever (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNNQMIjjWgQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNNQMIjjWgQ&lt;/a&gt;), The Immunity Syndrome (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-wM0D5b-bw"&gt;http://w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-wM0D5b-bw"&gt;ww.youtube.com/watch?v=T-wM0D5b-bw&lt;/a&gt;), Amok Time(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uftZX_KJRWs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uftZX_KJRWs&lt;/a&gt;) just to give a few ideas out there and hopefully introduce more people to what started it off (the original television episodes in the 1960's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that ramble out of the way, here comes the next part of my rambling, which is prospective casting in the sequel for any characters they decide to bring in. Exception is that in Abrams' Star Trek, Chapel's name is mentioned but isn't seen, so i am ignoring that for "wishful" casting. Keeping it to TOS Characters to be brought in, these names pop up: Janice Rand, Lt.Christine Chapel, Lt.Dr.Jabilo M'Benga, Lt. Kyle, Lt. Kevin Riley, Lt. Gary Mitchell, and Lt.Commander Giotto and here are my wish actors or those i think would do a good guy (for reference, the new crew of the Enterprise are all in their early, mid, late twenties and thirties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I choose these actors, you're probably asking me but for me, its about the looks and how i see the characters from the TOS to changing in to possible Abram's characterization. And some of this may seem like extra fannish but whatever. I know the probability of this happening is slim and rare but  doing this makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeoman Janice Rand&lt;/span&gt; as Emma Rigby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94184703/23496964"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94184703/23496964" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Christine Chapel&lt;/span&gt; as Bryce Dallas Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94183365/23495067"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94183365/23495067" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Dr.Jabilo M'Benga&lt;/span&gt; as Shemar Moore or Leonard Roberts or Noel Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s112/tryslora/icons/shemar%20moore/ShemarMooreSet137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s112/tryslora/icons/shemar%20moore/ShemarMooreSet137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s112/tryslora/icons/leonard%20roberts/leonardroberts3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s112/tryslora/icons/leonard%20roberts/leonardroberts3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insanejournal.com/userpic/7300150/343329"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://www.insanejournal.com/userpic/7300150/343329" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   shemar___________                            leonard______________                          noel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Kyle&lt;/span&gt; as Russell Tovey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w208/DeadsLiveLonger/BH%20LIMS/george_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w208/DeadsLiveLonger/BH%20LIMS/george_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Kevin Riley&lt;/span&gt; as Matt Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94325695/23532010"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94325695/23532010" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Gary Mitchell&lt;/span&gt; as Mark Lawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soapoperadigest.com/Mark-Lawson-2009-ABC-P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 112px;" src="http://www.soapoperadigest.com/Mark-Lawson-2009-ABC-P.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Commander Giotto&lt;/span&gt; as Mark Harmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk76/medinantexas/Mark%20Harmon/mark-harmon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 186px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk76/medinantexas/Mark%20Harmon/mark-harmon2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt272/mrwubbles_yuma/gibbssitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-2582467249842464174?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/2582467249842464174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=2582467249842464174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2582467249842464174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2582467249842464174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-rambles.html' title='movie rambles.'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w208/DeadsLiveLonger/BH%20LIMS/th_george_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-2909015146719885364</id><published>2009-09-19T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:36:05.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drivers ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing lbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sdcc'/><title type='text'>little under a month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so its been like a bit under a month and not a lot has changed but things are brightening up for me. And this is just a few of the not-so-so-changes occuring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A few more weeks until my road test (need to practice my turns, parallel parking and stopping at the line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2) I BO&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;UGHT MY SAN DIEG&lt;/span&gt;O COM&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;IC CON TICKET JUST A FE&lt;/span&gt;W MIN&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;UTES A&lt;/span&gt;GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have lost at least three pounds since four weeks ago and losing more!&lt;br /&gt;4) Kate &amp;amp; Noel's second "unofficial-official" wedding in December&lt;br /&gt;5) Susan's first Cancer Benefit she throws in October&lt;br /&gt;6) Boondock Saints II comes out nd I'm going to the midnight showing when its out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-2909015146719885364?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/2909015146719885364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=2909015146719885364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2909015146719885364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2909015146719885364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-under-month.html' title='little under a month.'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-7242847788771781836</id><published>2009-08-27T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:01:40.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ontdstxi'/><title type='text'>this is what my life has come down to</title><content type='html'>Basically here it goes. i've been talking to a few good people so far for the past two months or so, &amp;amp; i've discovered that the basis of our convo's involve movies, sex, twitter and star trek . so i decided to condense everything for prosperity's sake, and for my own because i read it and laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I forgot that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IN AUSTRALIA PHONES FUCK UP THE DATE? THEN WHO WAS PHONE? APPARENTLY &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and dates fuck up your phone but only peripherally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;THATS BULLSHT&lt;/span&gt; THEY'RE PRECIOUS THAT'S WHY &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;with pictures is sex a caricature though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;too if it weren't for physics and law enforcement, i'd be unstoppable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oohhh, when mixing paint becomes fun..hmm way with words and probably a way &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with his tongue and like, keeping it in my pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I'd hit it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I DROVE ALL NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT, TO GET TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they’re the same character and pushed off the cliff known as Avant Garde &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;whi&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;le I lost my m&lt;/span&gt;arbles&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; and rode the p&lt;/span&gt;ine pon&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;y at my loc&lt;/span&gt;al theater&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was fun brace&lt;/span&gt;? Brave. IT IS ah that suit is sweeeeet. Its so cracked out all do is giggle like a drunk because it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;simply simple in its simple simplicity that happy rules unless you've done something retarded&lt;/span&gt; Still Sells Albums, YES DO IT That’s Why I WILL LATER but...I'm trying to read this.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; BUT he’s dead so how, he can't tweet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;swoon and jizz PLEAAAAASE HAI HAI OMG in that photo LOOK AT HIS BUTTONS and and and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;STRIDE IS A CONDOM COMPANY for the DAZZLING  DEADWARD CULLEN &lt;/span&gt;BY ATLEAST 4,OOO did not notic&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but "dude chill" I GOT THIS and kirk's all, "you've been punked!" taquitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BECAUSE IT CAME WITH TEXAS TOAST AND GRAVY HOLLAAAAA &lt;/span&gt;) amazing.wait no. exciting intense. well it's community college did not like read it in 1 day "and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM COMPULSIVE when depressed&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; maigcal pretty things; I knowwww,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just wanna lick his lips I just wanna lick him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i'd die a happy happy girl so quiet yeah odd LOUD NOISES poppin lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-7242847788771781836?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/7242847788771781836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=7242847788771781836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7242847788771781836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7242847788771781836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-what-my-life-has-come-down-to.html' title='this is what my life has come down to'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-7500680506618580997</id><published>2009-07-24T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:23:53.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>ONTD_STAR TREK= AWESOME</title><content type='html'>so this weekend, well sunday actually, is going to be my first hangout/get together with a few of the fabulous peeps at ONTD_Star Trek over on live journal. I am really excited because I've seen photos of other meet-ups and I always wanted to go because they looked like so much fun and now i have my chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we are going to brunch and than roam around and go back to one of the girl's apartments in the village to hang out and basically relax with Star Trek and some good times. Finally people who enjoy Star Trek, at least i wont get made fun of for liking it, and not just the movie...I am talking about the original series with Shatner and Nimoy &amp;amp; Kelly and the movies. So i'll talk more when thats over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drivers ed is coming along, although i am procrastinating. i do want to learn how to drive but i am not ready to actually take my road test. I need to practice some more and everyone who i would practice with as the idea that i'll be fucking perfect at it because my dad was like that. Guess what I am good at academics but I suck at driving....accept it as fucking facts okay AND we will all be happy in the long. I do not like that people are pushing me, it fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summer is going pretty well although i need to send out my shit to SCSU and Brooklyn College again to transfer for the Spring Semester. Really should hop on that, shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Saw Transformers 2 &amp;amp; Harry Potter 6---- go see them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-7500680506618580997?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/7500680506618580997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=7500680506618580997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7500680506618580997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7500680506618580997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/07/ontdstar-trek-awesome.html' title='ONTD_STAR TREK= AWESOME'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-7234165538612209062</id><published>2009-07-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:38:29.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have come to accept something that has been following me for the past couple of years and it is something that is highly depressive;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i am alone in the sense of friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with this sentence? I am a sweet, outgoing, loyal, funny, person who would do anything for their friend and would rather hang out at a small restaurant with good stories and good food than get piss drunk and forget the night. If you need me, I will be there as soon as possible. So why is that I cannot keep a friend, or the friendship fades, along with me in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my facebook a lot and see everyone with updated photos of going out with friends and doing random crap. I see all their smiling faces, joyous expressions, cuddling with friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, i see posts on their wall discussing things gone by and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohmygodimissandloveyou&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rememberthattimeyoudidthatthingthatwecantdiscussandMAGICWORD&lt;/span&gt;" and poof instant replies. but when i try and ask people to get together, they are ignored or are brushed off and get responses like "maybe next time", "oh def, we should do something soon" or or the best one of all "i don't know". It hurts. it hurts really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if I am doing something wrong and no one will tell me. i understand that some people will be closer to others and i am totally cool with it. i just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want to have at least one friend &lt;/span&gt;who wont mind when i am emotionally confused or emotionally drunk and all i really want is to have a non-sexual cuddle to make me feel better, i want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone to not make fun of me for like geeky things&lt;/span&gt; and being geeky at times. I want to know that if i tell some person my deep fears, regrets, secrets, hopes and dreams that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wont be made fun of and they wont be like "thats stupid" or just brush it off.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;i cry myself to sleep&lt;/span&gt; to purge my emotions but it never works and makes me feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for flying fuck sakes, my parents are starting to take a proactive interest in this by explaing to me that sometimes friends fade away for a reason and its normal. my family is pushing me into doing this and that, the are even pushing for me to go to the bars by myself and drink to meet people. I don't want that, i want the people i call friends to ask ME TO DO SHIT. i always ask to do something or make plans and it never works, always fall through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;i beg and plead and pray and ask on everything that is sacred, holy and precious that i am sent a good friend who wont abandon me or ridicule me or take me for granted. just let me have one non-sexual emotionally connection to a person. i need it.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i dont want to be alone any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-7234165538612209062?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/7234165538612209062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=7234165538612209062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7234165538612209062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7234165538612209062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/07/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-76183865190299807</id><published>2009-07-05T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:08:02.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star trek'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>July 3rd: Beach all day. Did not get sunburnt. Went to G's BBQ who made an amazing sticky chicken-kabobs. Drank and went home. Cousins arrived at 10:45pm from VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th: Shannon and Sean visited with Sean's girlfriend Mary (she's cool), Sean is going to twenty-nine palms in California on the 10th, so I got a chance to say goodbye. (Shannon and their other brother T.J will be back next week to visit more relatives are coming in). Went to the beach...got horribly, horribly sunburnt- My neck, my chest, my lower chest, my upper right thigh, my ankles and feet are all red and painful. Alcohol dulled the throbbing pain, had fun partying with the relatives and watched fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5th: saw Star Trek (bootleg DVD from UES) and decided that if UFP &amp;amp; Starfleet really did exist I would apply to be a communications officer and have sexy time in space (of course I'd be on the Enterprise). Also I am starting to believe that Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto are having a massive relationship that prounces on what is defined as a "Bromance" in todays world.&lt;br /&gt;They share clothes and a trainer and loads of other things. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently abusing soothe-a-caine at the moment and massive amounts of extra-strength Advil to dull the pain. And spraying my body with Bath and Body Work's Cucumber Melon body spray to not have the smell of the sooth-a-caine. I wish I had my cuddle partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-76183865190299807?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/76183865190299807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=76183865190299807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/76183865190299807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/76183865190299807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Belated Fourth of July'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-1425154950331310353</id><published>2009-06-28T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:45:37.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week things...oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw transformers 2 by myself. awesome kick-ass killer summer blockbuster. i recommend everyone to go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things: my driver's ed instructor. yes i am twenty and taking driver's ed now...i took AP and Honor classes while working two jobs in high school, I barely had any me time or even time to hang out with my friends. So i decided to take it now (well after being hounded my parents &amp;amp; neighbors to do so over a span of six months- i like the metro, sue me!). stupid bitch doesn't have to raise her voice and put me down, make me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death: buried my great aunt, my mom lost an old friend who died, and her bff's mom is currently on the cusp of death. And people in Hollywood have been falling off the branches :Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, Billy Mays, Michael Jackson all dead. Kinda sad...not gonna lie....everyone just fading away and dieing, so not cool. May all their souls rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy: summer is here, going back to tanning and the beach, no hard work right now. i figured out what i want to do one day in the summer; rent some movies, order some delicious food and sit in my back yard with my laptop with my feet in a kiddie pool and lounge with friends for a movie marathon. it'll happen but since my friends aren't in to the whole "movie marathon with no purpose" oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this ends my sad and short post about the nothing that currently is my summer life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-1425154950331310353?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/1425154950331310353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=1425154950331310353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1425154950331310353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1425154950331310353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-thingsoh.html' title='week things...oh'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-8293598477993203111</id><published>2009-06-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:27:46.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>the rains in june brings sadness in two's.</title><content type='html'>yea.&lt;br /&gt;i said it.&lt;br /&gt;i have a dislike of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer has its perks, the beach, the sun, a fruity frozen drink, umbrellas, and the scent of the sun, beach, water, soft fragrances, and tan lotions creates a scent that is very precise to beach communities, along with the bon-fires on the beach, bbq's parties, and flip flops. We have off from school for about two months and we can work, spend all hours of the day with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but personally, a lot of heavy shit happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past couple of summers, i have had to bury close family and friends, in the literal and metaphorical sense as well. And it appears that this summer is not going to be any different. My Great-Aunt, who is technically the Matriarch of my very large family is quite ill, and has taken a turn for the worse. No one knows if she can survive the week, and that is quite sad. I hate having the feeling loom over you, as you know what is gonna happen and you try to brace yourself for it but when you do that, it hits you harder and crueler than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great-Aunt was the first person in the family to fully accept my mom was my Dad's girlfriend and later on wife, after he divorced his first wife (who is a confused and messed-up bitch) whereas the rest of the family thought that Dad and the Bitch would get back together again and took a while to accept it. So I had loved my Great Aunt for being the first to accept my mom and that she was an amazing woman of character, grace and one of the most honest and blunt women I have ever known and probably will ever know. Not to mention that this leaves my Grandmother completely alone, she had to bury her husband on Christmas, her second oldest son after the last family trip in July 2008, her Husband's brother on Thanksgiving 2008 and now quite possible will have to bury her sister, her last relative in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is hovering in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Also: I did not get accepted into SUNY New Paltz, CUNY Brooklyn College because although my gpa was in the 3.0^ range,  it is too competitive. I was saddened. But a positive is that i have my learner's permit and being driver's ed tomorrow, along with summer classes to keep my busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-8293598477993203111?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/8293598477993203111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=8293598477993203111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8293598477993203111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8293598477993203111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/06/rains-in-june-brings-sadness-in-twos.html' title='the rains in june brings sadness in two&apos;s.'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-1508429212295402453</id><published>2009-05-01T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:14:27.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still trying to think catchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Decided that it might be a good idea to start writing at the like the beginning and ends of the month now to keep up a rhythm of sorts, and to make sure that I will actually write about things that I find important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still has been odd weather. And quite annoying as well. Its the end of April and we have been having messed up weather. It goes from 30 to 50 back to 40 to 70 and than down to 50 and than raises up to the mid 80 (this is all degrees). And as of right now...a killer rain storm! And i mean killer, its pouring down in an aggressive manner (if thats even possible). I keep hoping for a really really good thunder and lightening show tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off that and now on to my schooling; everything has gotten significantly better, even Spanish! I also found out that for my Spanish credits to be passed onto Brooklyn College, I have to take Spanish II over the summer (another summer spent in class!) and I hope hope hope that i do not get stuck with the teacher I have now. History and Psych are going quite well, i just need to catch up on some last pieces of homework and papers and viola! Lastly is my Intro to Bio class. The professor is a funny old man but gives horrible lab tests, meaning the questions are so hard to answer since they are copied from a paper he hand writes on, and its the things you would never think to study, the final is cumulative, and TWO TERM PAPERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning a trip to the big library in the city to do a major haul-ass research trip. for the term papers.&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend, I need to finish my project on Spain and I also need to type up my Observation reports for psych. (they are being handed in late, still hope I do a good job though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a a tanning package at the local salon, 22 sessions to help my white-ass become tan for the summer!&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to spoil myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past this, this is where i need the help:&lt;br /&gt;i am also doing an overhaul of working out tomorrow. Bikes, Weights, Stretches, Stationary Bikes and the oh so funny Dance Dance Revolution [i use it as a relaxer and something that is good for my legs]. If anyone has any ideas of what else I could or should do or use, please comment and help me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-1508429212295402453?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/1508429212295402453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=1508429212295402453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1508429212295402453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1508429212295402453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-trying-to-think-catchy.html' title='still trying to think catchy'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-4781957093576069053</id><published>2009-04-07T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:08:09.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>to hide and to seek, is not a child's game anymore;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sad title isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic...the point of where my life is...is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is going right. i feel myself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; slipping&lt;/span&gt;, continuously slipping, into something i cannot recognize anymore. Am i myself any more? Am I still the bright precocious child that brought a smile to everyone's face and lifted a bit of sadness off shoulders? Am I a good daughter, raised by wonderful parents and overcame obstacles in my life that could have ruined it? Am I still the good friend that stood by their side through thick and thin, through suffering and happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mirror and cannot recognize&lt;/span&gt; my own self now. I see a sad and tired young girl whose "eyes have dulled" and feels older than she is, I see a brunette who shined but now fades away when she tries and messes up. People tell me they see a beautiful, pretty, independent brunette with open eyes and caring smile...I guess they see the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mask&lt;/span&gt; I carry on all the time, when I wake up to when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be honest and open here. i am sitting here, on the floor of my basement, thinking about my life, and trying to pinpoint where everything went wrong...and why do i have the pit of despair in my stomach, playing creeper to my sanity. Is this what it feels like to be alone in a warm room with warm people? I don't like it, not one bit. Can I change it? How can I get the warmness back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have family that I love and care for, I include the small dear group of friends that I have who have been there for me and tell me my mistakes, my faults, my positives, my things. This is a little light that tries to be a bigger light, and it sucks. Maybe i should listen to my mom and see about trying to find that spark i had growing up, maybe as much as I fight it that I should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe it is time to try and find God again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-4781957093576069053?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/4781957093576069053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=4781957093576069053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/4781957093576069053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/4781957093576069053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-hide-and-to-seek-is-not-childs-game.html' title='to hide and to seek, is not a child&apos;s game anymore;'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-2664321645224104388</id><published>2009-02-26T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:31:36.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>way down the lights are dim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 14 days, I turn 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Officially out of my teens and in to my phase 2 of the young adult years. And want to know something, I am not really that excited about it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ray and another year older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; according to the calender and my internal clock which hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..other than being the up and coming thing in my life, wanna know where my friends are going to take me to my 20th birthday? Amanda, my amazing bffl, rounded up some people and are taking me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIPS!&lt;/span&gt; Yes, my friends are dragging me to a Drag Queen Restaurant in the city (website- http://www.lipsnyc.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta love my friends. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They know how to entertain me....these are my buddies from High School, so its also a reunion of sorts really and i am truly excited. AND on the same spectrum:  The girls and guys from LI/AU are thinking of taking me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky Cheng's&lt;/span&gt; (website- http://www.planetluckychengs.com) in the city, which is another Drag Queen Restaurant in the city, after my birthday (due to the fact that their spring break is during my birthday) an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d I will have most likely gone to not one but TWO DRAG DINING EXPERIENCES in one month. Boy, will it be an experience..and i get the ability to judge both, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered the love of new artists [well new to me, old to some others] and these have been playing on my itunes for about a week straight.  A few of them I ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n name off the top of my head are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Metisse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Boy Least Likely to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Bird and The Bee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Melissa Ferrick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Majandra Delfino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Toadies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esthero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hypercrush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;honey honey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the Wombats, just to name a few!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its kinda flowing from Indie, Alternative, Acoustic and Cabaret. With a smidge of the ever lovable and amazing John Barrowman, who really does have a good voice (and the fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is Captain Jack&lt;/span&gt;, is a plus plus!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohandheresaphotobcuziwannapostitherekluvbaibai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/Sad6Y8rRgoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tPBD28A8TwA/s1600-h/CIMG0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/Sad6Y8rRgoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tPBD28A8TwA/s320/CIMG0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307345254902497922" 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/1468475461779332740-2664321645224104388?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/2664321645224104388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=2664321645224104388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2664321645224104388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2664321645224104388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-down-lights-are-dim.html' title='way down the lights are dim...'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/Sad6Y8rRgoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tPBD28A8TwA/s72-c/CIMG0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-6804287432748658079</id><published>2009-01-25T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:27:12.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th'/><title type='text'>effin new post</title><content type='html'>hear ye, hear ye. i bringth new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i have a new catchy title now. So currently it is the year 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;009 and I had the chance to attended Obama's Inauguration with the most amazing people ever, my caucus 9 folks from Presidential Classroom. I love them all soo much and I really really really do miss them. See the things we did and went through, others don't go through so you get to make a bit of a connection. Waking up at like 2:30 in the morning to get on a bus and walk all around DC from like 6am till 2pm creates a bond of water breaks and bad blisters and the inability to walk in heels at your Inaugural Ball. So to my caucus 9 buds and everyone else I meet, and my roommates, i love all you &lt;3!&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SXzYVBDDB0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ScR-nrgjUa8/s1600-h/CIMG0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SXzYVBDDB0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ScR-nrgjUa8/s320/CIMG0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295345117450929986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well currently, I am in the process of planning my twentieth birthday party; which is in the process of choosing a concert or a comedy club, and the comedy club looks like it is winning since  it will be much more doable for the people I want to be there for, and that means my AU girls and guys and maybe my cousin Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ye would wanna come. Anywhoo, i need to get everything figured since for all the places a reservation is a must when having parties over like eight people and all over age eighteen and we basically all are. And I am just really really excited to actually be able to sit down and watch a comedy show, wish I could drink but a fake id will solve that problem.  and right now i am watching E and procrastinating my homework. ahh the life of the college student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-6804287432748658079?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/6804287432748658079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=6804287432748658079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/6804287432748658079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/6804287432748658079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/01/effin-new-post.html' title='effin new post'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SXzYVBDDB0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ScR-nrgjUa8/s72-c/CIMG0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-337946626090351100</id><published>2009-01-05T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:52:38.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>effin new year</title><content type='html'>J&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;Y!S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;RPR&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its the new year already. 2009...can you believe it?! hardly a year to be excited about in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i am slowly becoming not-so-excited for the new year to come, kinda find it redundant a bit? is that wrong that i really dont want to celebrate in the fact that I failed multiple times in 2008 and that there is an equal to greater chance that I will do only 15% better than last year. Welcome to my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i have heard so many people tell me that, "it get better with age"; "all the bad that happens know will one day bring you so much good"; ""its your fault...so stop moaning and do something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO FOR THE PAST TWO FUCKING YEARS YOU IGNORANT LITTLE BLOODY FUCKING PRICKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is sad and miserable but nice and peaceful. double oxymoron? i would gather to guess. I have come to learn that I say that I am gonna do this or I am gonna do that, and I give an attempt but it never works out and I try to do everything different and I dont get a change either. Am I doing something so cosmically wrong that this is my punishment!&lt;br /&gt;I have given all my efforts and haven't had the chance to have any of my spoils.....other people get their spoils for their efforts. One example is that I try to eat health and work out to keep me healthy but then family events happen and it knocks me off my game plan and BAM...i fail, again. I am not the smartest, nor the prettiest, nor am I the one with the street smarts or brave even, those positions belong to others in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the old nursery rhymes about the day you child is born.&lt;br /&gt;I was born on a Monday (not on a Friday like I was lead to believe) and I definitely dont fit what it says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Monday's child is fair of face."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that is not what I would describe myself. But it is what I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;And like I promise to myself, that I am gonna make the changes and do what is necessary to make sure it stays...even If I have to some drastic things to make sure that it does happen, than I will. I would rather be pretty than healthy. it is sad to say but the unannounced pressure one side of my family gives off, is enough to drive any one crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me Luck that I succeed&lt;br /&gt;and pray that I dont need to&lt;br /&gt;take drastic measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-337946626090351100?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/337946626090351100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=337946626090351100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/337946626090351100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/337946626090351100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2009/01/effin-new-year.html' title='effin new year'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-3539611370624116263</id><published>2008-12-20T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:58:05.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess it finally feels like a proper Christmastime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York finally has gotten snow for the past two days and as much as I love it, I do not like when I have to go shopping in the city and decides to wear my Uggs, which are now completely ruined beyond fixing. I was in the city from 11am till 4:30pm, and by 12:30 my Uggs were soaked, and were soaking through my socks, meaning my feet were sitting in soggy uggs and socks, creating squishy little puddles that almost froze my toes. Another factor was that we went from Herald Square to Time Square to 14th Street and Chelsea/Village..walking really (and the occasionally train). I did get half of my Christmas Shopping done and the rest will be completed tomorrow and Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna be entertaining and busy, since its my mom's family xmas party, which is gonna be a lot of fun. All of my mom's siblings, and a few of their cousins are gonna be there. I get to see my cousins, which I love since I hardly ever get to see them (thank god for facebook!!!) and we will imbibe in the drinks and food, like we normally do.  Since we are all almost close in age, its nice since, the majority of the lot can do things together with out such a big age gap. Hopefully Jeanna and her family will be done for the Xmas, we would all love to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took all my finals...just need to get my grades back, along with my grades from the winter session and than I can send in my application to SUNY New Paltz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-3539611370624116263?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/3539611370624116263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=3539611370624116263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3539611370624116263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3539611370624116263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-it-finally-feels-like-proper.html' title=''/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-3450199003093164784</id><published>2008-12-11T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:25:44.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;constant hard aggressive rain&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i love it.thats what happening outside my window again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;god i love it. the rain just makes everything seem better. i love hearing the pitter-patter of the rain, its so soothing and calm, like your old baby blanket or cuddly stuffed animals, or the strong and caring arms of a lover. god. i have become sappy in my old age. oh well, figured since i never really had the best relationships with love while in high school and the first three months in University...it truly is a nice change of pace for me. And makes me want a relationship that could last more than a few months and be built on strong foundations. oh my...did another ramble. this is the one downside to a blog, i can constantly ramble and ramble with out anyone biting my head off or telling me to shut up. but i need to get something off my chest or else I will burst in a supernova of emotions that would make someone in the soap opera world jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sirius topick:&lt;br /&gt;why do people always assume that I'll be splendid if you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;drop plans for hanging out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;using the excuses they always use and turns out that it was a fucking lie. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i am not feeling well" or "there has been a change of plans and I can't go" or "rain check...can you come out here or something like it&lt;/span&gt;" or the best one that I love and always find is complete bullshit is the one where we keep our plans and I arrive their waiting like an idiot for her friends to come for an hour or two and become sad and than have to fib a bit and tell the people that "We had fun doing what we do" instead of telling them the truth...that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it was another abandoned meet up. Always have happened to me and most likely always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will. isn't it pathetic. and these people are supposedly my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Many friends have done this over the years and continue to do this. sucks really but i guess i have no other option but to stick through this life that I have created for myself. And guess what, to let this hit home for me, I have decided to share my small sample of that which i dont like...being truly alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i've a perfect example story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a) their was this girl who has my best friend for over half a decade. been through everything you can imagine. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sleepovers, dabbling in wicca and some other stuff, blood sisters, heartache, stupid little "you had to be there moments", vacations with each other and telling each other our deepest and darkest secrets, suriving HS and elementary school with each other too&lt;/span&gt;] And than comes graduation and me moseying along to AU...and entering a whole new life and new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i never left her in the back of my life....always invited her to visit me, or tried to talk her into meeting up in the city. and on the days that I went home for the weekend and i told her so, she hardly ever visited me.&lt;br /&gt;Than came &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; and that month rocked my world like no other, bringing everything I knew and believed in down, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;crumbling like Pompeii did for Vesuvius&lt;/span&gt; and she tried to help me but in the end abandon me to a swirling pit of darkness but my other friends pulled me out of it and helped me get to where I am now and where I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;She never again contacted me...no phone calls, no im, no myspace or facebook. I get nervous and than found out, around the not Merry Month of May that she got in some deep shit that she loves but will ruin her life in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  1)Did i hate her?&lt;/span&gt;...back than, for abandoning me? no..never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  2)Do I hate her now?&lt;/span&gt; At the moment of right now...Yes. I can say I hate her. For promising me that  she would never leave me as a friend. But I look back at our memories...always showing up late for hanging out, saying yes and never showing up. I have learned a lesson from her though; she showed me the ways a Best Friend Can Fail At Friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                3)Will I hate her in the future?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe not, Hopefully she will be apart of the chapter in my book of experiencing the world and look at with a longing to be young again and have that connection again or Maybe even forget that she ever existed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: i hereby free myself from the constraints of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-3450199003093164784?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/3450199003093164784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=3450199003093164784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3450199003093164784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3450199003093164784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/12/rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-5070022581163293131</id><published>2008-12-06T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:03:34.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bit more about:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;partial disconnected attachment-to only sever part of an affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is how my life currently is, or I call it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PDAS&lt;/span&gt; (the "s" meaning syndrome). sounds about right and dont think I am "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;", I am far from it. Its just how life is for me right now, certain connections in my life are severed and appear to be irreconcilable for an indefinite amount of time which is fine by me, and than there are others that I am upset about and I cant really let people know about it but there is one person I could tell about. She is one of my best friends, and one of the few people who i could trust with the dark secrets about me. And I am seeing her on Wednesday for a girl's day in the city, including Shopping, Lunch, Jamba Juice. Thats why I call it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;partial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;since &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I still have a group of people that I can count of both of my hands that I will be friends with for a while and with everything that bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i must say that the old expression is true "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better to few friends who would take a bullet for than many friends who would stab you in the back&lt;/span&gt;" Yikes! Now I am starting to sound emo but thats not what I want. I actually wanted to post a random quiz thing I took so if other people see this &amp;amp; wanna try its like a personal  "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Soundtrack to Yer Life&lt;/span&gt;" and here is mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. So you walk into a your old high school and the first thing you think is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boom Town Suite - Murray Gold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Your significant other is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Late Great Planet Earth - Plumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Your life at the moment is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What You Want from Legally Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. YOU at the moment are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Help Yourself - Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. You feel like this a lot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lose Control - Evanescence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. This is how you can impress people the most (i.e. your greatest talent):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Best Kept Secret - Skillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. In the middle of a Sunday, you are usually:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2OOO Volts - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Your appearance has this effect on people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Infatuation - Christina Aguilera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. You are obsessed with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bittersweet - Apocalyptica feat. Him &amp;amp; The Rasmus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Before you go to sleep, you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I Have Friends in Holy Spaces - Panic! At the Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. This song is a total reflection of your sex life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here With Me - dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Your parents are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Teenage Love Affair - Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13: Your family life is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C’mon C’mon - The Von Bondies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Your relationship with God is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In The End - Linkin Park (Vitamin String Quartet Ver.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. God's relationship with YOU is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Animal I’ve Become - Three Days Grace (apparently)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. You think that people in general:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly Ok - Dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. You feel this way about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Damaged - Danity Kane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Think of a good friend. They are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hometown Glory - Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. You want to have a party. The theme is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Big and Bad - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Your friends in general are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no hay igual - Nelly Furtado feat. Pharrell &amp;amp; Calle13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Your teachers are/were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Karma Police - Panic! At the Disco cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. If you saw your ex six months later, you would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stars - t.A.T.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23. So you walk onto the red carpet. Everyone else thinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Re-Education - Rise Against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. So you are getting married. The theme song to your wedding is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Almost Here - Delta Goodrem &amp;amp; Brian McFadden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25. So you are getting divorced. The reason is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prosto Lyubit Teba - Rasputina &amp;amp; Philipp Kirkorov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26. You see love as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sally’s Song - Amy Lee cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27. You see hatred as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Halloween - Siouxsie and the Banshees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Whenever you are depressed, you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Leavin - Jesse McCartney (muahahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;29. You want to ____ right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Princes of the Universe - Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;30. So you see a gorgeous person right across the room. You think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Je T’aime (Habibi) - Milk &amp;amp; Honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. So you need a hug. The reason is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Restless - Alison Krauss &amp;amp; Union Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32. When you are especially angry, you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nth Degree - Morningwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33.The Song That Represents you and a now Ex-Boyfriend/Girlfriend or Current Boyfriend/Girlfriend (depending):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whispers in the Dark - Skillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34. Your ex thinks that you are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That’s What You Get - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35. You think that your ex is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You’re So Vain - John Barrowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;36. Your beauty is like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Killer Queen - Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;37. You dance like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just Dance - Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;38. When you wake up in the morning next to the person of your dreams, you look deep into their big, beautiful eyes and say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweet Temptation - Lillix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;39. Think of an authority figure in your life (e.g. your boss, your Mom, etc.). They are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hades World - Immediate Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40. You die. ______ should be playing in the background:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Song of Captivity and Freedom - Murray Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41. You meet with God. He reprimands you for all your evil deeds. In your defense, you exclaim with confidence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You’re Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;42. What will you re-post this note as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because We Want TO- Billie Piper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-5070022581163293131?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/5070022581163293131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=5070022581163293131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/5070022581163293131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/5070022581163293131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/12/bit-more-about.html' title='bit more about:'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-3600913175575617755</id><published>2008-12-05T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:46:18.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited that it is already December! Like you can't believe how excited I am! Its the holidays...and I get to do my annual pre xmas lunch with my girls in the city on Wed, and and and its finals time, so that means classes will be over soon!!! Like this tuesday soon! ahhh...this means I am only getting closer to PC &amp;amp; The Inauguration &amp;amp; my Birthday of course!  Your probably getting tired of all the exclamation points and stuff but humor me here, plz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Psych today, so i was kinda like doozing away since it started at 8am, and i popped up at the question a few of the girls were talking about. It was the "Sex Up, Marry or Throw a Cliff" question but she asked it like this "You have a Marine, A Navy Boy and Army guy...who do you chose to Sex Up, Marry or Throw off a Cliff" And boy did that spark a conversation. I didn't get a chance to answer...quite sad though but the entire class all spoke their opinion on it and i kinda got one sneak in and my boy Jeff heard me and snickered (i hit him after class on the back of the head) "Depends on the size of the weapon for Ms.Gallagher over here, and I responded "Dont matter the size..its how you use it".   Never realized how over sexualized that sounded in a Psychology class until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh on to a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;Early Morning Shopping Tomorrow .... maybe or maybe not I will go with Mom. I kinda wanna go by myself since I need to pick up the parental's gift and my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;Doing pretty well in classes/ Love all my classes except my Music class right now since the professor is a prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-3600913175575617755?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/3600913175575617755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=3600913175575617755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3600913175575617755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3600913175575617755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-5359166161533791933</id><published>2008-12-01T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:53:39.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>give the US Economists a gold medal!</title><content type='html'>the bright economists have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;official declared the US to be in a official Recession&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;what the US have been in a non-official Recession since October than?   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stupid apes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Obviously...and now that its "official", i guess the rest of the world is gonna follow our footsteps soon and go like "the nation of blah-blah-blah has entered a Recession".  OMG, it is just frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bombings in Mubai&lt;/span&gt;? It was orchestrated by 10 young adults and was successful considering the idiots who did it, some survived and got the passports of americans, brits and israeli's in India whoop-e-doo!!!! think they should have realized that, during the attack- it was split between Indians and Foreigners something was going down?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plaxico is dumbass&lt;/span&gt;: what a dumbass...shoots himself in the leg. hope the giants get rid of him. they won against the red skins with out him. no skin off my back if he is let go. let the other players get a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clinton is Secretary of State in Obama's Cabinet&lt;/span&gt;: boy will this be an interesting four years. all the egos in his cabinet...I wish i could be a fly on the wall for those meetings dealing with international cooperation and dealing with world crises. good luck US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-5359166161533791933?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/5359166161533791933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=5359166161533791933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/5359166161533791933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/5359166161533791933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-us-economists-gold-medal.html' title='give the US Economists a gold medal!'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-7959699607848924795</id><published>2008-11-19T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:54:18.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts.</title><content type='html'>i cant do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do in life right now is cry myself to sleep and never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;everything hurts so much...everything is so bleak and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant....take it....any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have accepted the fact that my life is going no where. Isnt that sad?&lt;br /&gt;a girl who could have had everything but lost it due to a fucking mistake that everyone atleast makes once in their life. And i made it and lied and now...now it feels like its going down into a dark spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to scream as loud as I can and make someone notice me!!!!!  i know i people that love me and tell me they know me as well as they know themselves...but its all a lie! A LIE!  NO ONE KNOWS ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish...oh i wish that I could escape the life I made for myself...without making anyone upset. i need comfort that no one can give me right now and I will probably never get that for a while anyway. I want...so badly to...to change who I am, but its not happening and I am not stopping myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is someone stopping me out there? A Deity? A God? My own Human Subconscious?!!! WHY CANT I FIND THE ANSWERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that I am rambling on again. Here I sit, a computer in my schools computer lab, trying to hold back in my tears from exploding, I dont even know why I feel so emotional and weepy all the time. God I am a wreck...officially a real wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i get past this? how do i get past this? what the hell should i try to get past?&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know myself anymore, and I am so scared, so scared that no one can see it...see what is in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;need&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;rescue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-7959699607848924795?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/7959699607848924795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=7959699607848924795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7959699607848924795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7959699607848924795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-hurts.html' title='it hurts.'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-2826919650592041679</id><published>2008-11-04T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:11:41.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no words</title><content type='html'>.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life as we know it is over.&lt;br /&gt;.new president elected.&lt;br /&gt;.transition from republican to democratic.&lt;br /&gt;.i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hope that the Obama Legacy&lt;/span&gt; fails miserable and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Hiliary Clinton&lt;/span&gt; runs and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;win in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;i still get to go to presidential classroom in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.boo.boo.boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-2826919650592041679?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/2826919650592041679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=2826919650592041679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2826919650592041679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2826919650592041679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-words.html' title='no words'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-4826514917093730379</id><published>2008-11-04T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:56:51.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its the end of the world as we know it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SRELauKrXWI/AAAAAAAAADI/eYaewMk8XS4/s1600-h/NOPR300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SRELauKrXWI/AAAAAAAAADI/eYaewMk8XS4/s320/NOPR300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265001993070140770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dont feel fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I voted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted neither&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mccain/palin&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; barack/bide&lt;/span&gt;n. its upsetting already.&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong for me to want like a hybrid of all their policies and create like&lt;br /&gt;a super version of a them...and have that person run as a president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i would like to say one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU KEEP SAYING YOUR GONNA FREAKING LEAVE THE COUNTRY IF YOUR SUPPOSED CANDIDATE FOR THE PRESIDENCY DOES NOT WIN.....DO US A FAVOR AND LEAVE....GO AWAY...NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR WHINING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-4826514917093730379?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/4826514917093730379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=4826514917093730379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/4826514917093730379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/4826514917093730379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='its the end of the world as we know it.'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SRELauKrXWI/AAAAAAAAADI/eYaewMk8XS4/s72-c/NOPR300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-2458728261737139472</id><published>2008-11-03T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:45:50.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ch ch ch changes...changes &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so here is an update on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;)its official....i am transferring out of KBCC...to either three different colleges and none of them will be Adelphi...since I need to try a new thing. But my major is still gonna be Secondary Education also known as Adolescence Education in Social Studies (History).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;)getting everything through Transfer offices at KBCC sucks...especially when you try and visit your advisor, its like fucking horrible, excuse my language...but its like a pain in the ass. Guess I will just have to get in touch with the people in transfers at KBCC for everything....oh well. they will love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;)seriously...i need to get out of kbcc and go to a dorm setting. i am so ready since I doing good academically wise, so its like  Yea For Me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;)i vote for the first time tomorrow and its mcain' O8 baybeh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFERING SOON AND THAN I WILL BE FREEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-2458728261737139472?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/2458728261737139472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=2458728261737139472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2458728261737139472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2458728261737139472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/11/ch-ch-ch-changeschanges-3.html' title='ch ch ch changes...changes &lt;3'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-1956156734129868357</id><published>2008-10-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:41:16.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its official!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just got my official packet for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Presid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ential Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;room 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; The Inau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;guration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am excited for this event, its gonna be soo good to see everyone again and to meet new people too. We are staying in a totally different place than we stayed at for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Presid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ential Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;room: Fut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ure World Lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ders Summit&lt;/span&gt;. And I don't really have that much of rigorous schedule, so that means no 4am wake-up calls, or Hannah kicking me to wake up and trying not to crush Julie on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder who will be my roommates this time around, I use the plural because your normal crammed into a hotel room with two to four other roommates. I guess they didn't take into consideration that four girls in one hotel room with about 10 luggage cases and one bathroom would cause some major problems...but we got through it really, and made those 7 days more interesting than any other trip I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off-track that was, but it relates I swear.&lt;br /&gt;This program is special because it is open to Alumnae of PC of all ages, and that it is for the Inauguration of either &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;McCain&lt;/span&gt; or(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;Obama &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to the seat of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;POTUS&lt;/span&gt;(or President of the United States), and that I get to attend my first Black and White Ball.  I am like over-excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-1956156734129868357?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/1956156734129868357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=1956156734129868357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1956156734129868357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1956156734129868357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official.html' title='its official!!!!!'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-3584001827431703245</id><published>2008-10-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:11:15.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Uppin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SQJHvzpx2zI/AAAAAAAAADA/PG1CU1PhPuY/s1600-h/NOPR362.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SQJHvzpx2zI/AAAAAAAAADA/PG1CU1PhPuY/s320/NOPR362.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260846201367026482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SQJGFy04L-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/nWIOpx4sZzI/s1600-h/NOPR66.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SQJGFy04L-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/nWIOpx4sZzI/s320/NOPR66.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260844380079009762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little title right?&lt;br /&gt;and with the fact that it makes no sense it!&lt;br /&gt;it is even better!&lt;br /&gt;betcha you love the icon right..right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH OOH OOH HEAR YOUR BELLY ACHING -GA LA LA LA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most random....very random...probbaly not. this is a filler post so Blehh-Boo-Bappp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-3584001827431703245?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/3584001827431703245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=3584001827431703245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3584001827431703245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3584001827431703245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-one-uppin.html' title='No One Uppin!!!'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SQJHvzpx2zI/AAAAAAAAADA/PG1CU1PhPuY/s72-c/NOPR362.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-2459710172153179173</id><published>2008-10-20T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:08:50.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have chosen my new tattoo</title><content type='html'>This year... I am getting another tattoo. Where..I am not so sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;Curious to know what is it?  You will probably have to wait, until I get it and tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that. Last Year, after my graduation...I got one that wrapped around&lt;br /&gt;my ankle, and it did hurt, So i wondered...if i wanted to get another one...what should i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought and though and I am down to three, but it is positive that i am getting another tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-2459710172153179173?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/2459710172153179173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=2459710172153179173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2459710172153179173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2459710172153179173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-chosen-my-new-tattoo.html' title='i have chosen my new tattoo'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-4232187288312153562</id><published>2008-10-19T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:14:42.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes RPG Character (dork!!)</title><content type='html'>[IMG]http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j74/maLange/ShiriAppleby.jpg[/IMG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Krystine O'Halloran&lt;br /&gt;Age: 20&lt;br /&gt;Ability:&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:Plum;"&gt;Sonic Manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H/V: unknown but leaning towards &lt;span style="color:Sienna;"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: Born to an family of Irish Immigrants, who left Ireland in the 1980's due to the Violence, and settled in New York. Her mother was born a medium and it ran throughout her family, her father had no abilities, and is the youngest of four siblings(all boys). Former Gymnast and Volleyball player.Attended a Community College at 17 and graduated at 20 with an Associate's degree Library Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystine is&lt;i&gt; slightly afraid &lt;/i&gt;of her powers due to the fact that when she had an argument with her mother, she shattered all the windows in a two mile radius.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she is bit afraid of them, she accepts them as a part of herself, something that makes her special. With her petite frame of 5'4, the simple and modest Brunette likes that fact that she can blend in to the normal world.&lt;br /&gt;Currently working as a Librarian in NYC and part time instructor at a sports club teaching Gymnastics to children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SPvIu3Xc4uI/AAAAAAAAACw/JOUeSsZp3Vw/s1600-h/KrystineO%27Halloran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SPvIu3Xc4uI/AAAAAAAAACw/JOUeSsZp3Vw/s320/KrystineO%27Halloran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259017697347035874" 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/1468475461779332740-4232187288312153562?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/4232187288312153562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=4232187288312153562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/4232187288312153562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/4232187288312153562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/10/heroes-rpg-character-dork.html' title='Heroes RPG Character (dork!!)'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SPvIu3Xc4uI/AAAAAAAAACw/JOUeSsZp3Vw/s72-c/KrystineO%27Halloran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-6426856988830827750</id><published>2008-10-10T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:20:07.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and the water was closing all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;like the love that had finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;finally found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;iin the crystalline knowledge of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;drove me like a magnet to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;how the faces of love have changed turning the pages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;ii have changed oh, but you...you remain ageless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and the water was closing all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;like the love that had finally, finally found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;iin the crystalline knowledge of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;drove me like a magnet to the sea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1468475461779332740-6426856988830827750?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/6426856988830827750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=6426856988830827750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/6426856988830827750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/6426856988830827750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-water-was-closing-all-around-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-7470728572250579611</id><published>2008-09-28T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:23:37.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SOA8I8lK1LI/AAAAAAAAACM/a9NiBY3I3LM/s1600-h/PR79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SOA8I8lK1LI/AAAAAAAAACM/a9NiBY3I3LM/s320/PR79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251263289912644786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allowed to withdraw from that terrible Music/Movement class due to the fact that it is not necessary for me to take, since I AM A LIBERAL ARTS/SECONDARY EDUCATION MAJOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super super happy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-7470728572250579611?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/7470728572250579611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=7470728572250579611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7470728572250579611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7470728572250579611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/09/success.html' title='SUCCESS!!!!!'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SOA8I8lK1LI/AAAAAAAAACM/a9NiBY3I3LM/s72-c/PR79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-4154750912917735732</id><published>2008-09-17T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:06:17.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>the topic is odd i know but</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one post following another right.  Yea but I was reading CNN online, trying to read up on the Money Situation and what exactly is going down in all the sense of the word. Most people are nervous and for good reason but they should be even more nervous due to the fact that our nation and other nations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;have become an international interdependent conglomerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in span of 30 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What does that mean to the American people in small towns? It means that everything is connected to each in simple terms,  the example is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the NYSE is connected to the LSE &amp;amp; they in turn are connected to the HKSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(which in a nutshell is New York Stock Exchange = London Stock Exchange = Hong Kong Stock Exchange) which connects to other Stock Exchanges all over the world, bringing it back into New Yorks' playing field.  One gets hurt..and the other will slowly but surely feel the pain.  And that is our situation right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No, i am not an economist nor am I rich bitch princess. I just happen to family in the business and i am a very observant person. AND one with a half a brain could have figured out exactly what i just wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;On the Track /*/*/*/*/ Off Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel that our Government also should stop giving so much help to all of these companies due to the fact that...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WE THE PEOPLE NEED THE MONEY MORE!!! HELP US YA KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;  That money can be sent down to Texas and such, or even for programs. Yes I know, I know that with the money market that will be even harder to do. The Government should understand that they made the mess, they should get out of it....or they should have at least seen this coming up our asses, right?   Mentioning government right now also brings in the fact that it is election season...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND NEITHER CANDIDATE  IS RIGHT AND WILL BE THE BETTER PERSON&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Obama's promises are nothing but dirty and empty. McCain, even though he is a republican, his ideas are okay but wont help in the long run..only the short run (which is about 6months to 3years).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Getting off Track /*/*/*/*/ Back on Track:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Another thing to be worried about is the greed that grew and grew for these Fortune 500 companies that are tanking and having to be saved by each other only to fall into ruin before being bought out by European and Asian Companies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Example 1: would be Barclay's buying Lehman Brothers.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This can be taken in two ways, uno for this being good and having everything build up by tapping into some-what foreign markets  or dos for being bad and having the financial problems that are affecting us, slowly start to affect the European, Asian, and Middle Eastern Markets.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Slowly proving that what all good history lovers know and preach to people that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/span&gt; REPEATS ITSELF!" &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Honestly..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.HELLO RECESSION!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That is where there is good possibility that we will be heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is just making me crazy and nervous..since when we graduate...we are gonna have to deal with the job market for business and politics firstly and secondly for all the other jobs since...this money equals our our medical and insurance coverage and benefits will work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a really really really long post.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to have rambled but I have a&lt;br /&gt;five hour break inbetween my classes,&lt;br /&gt;from 10:10am to 2:50pm, leaving me&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to due, so i have decided to&lt;br /&gt;be more active in my blogging. No matter&lt;br /&gt;how mundane it may be or how exciting it&lt;br /&gt;may be. Wishing Happy birthday to Nora and Jillian&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-4154750912917735732?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/4154750912917735732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=4154750912917735732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/4154750912917735732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/4154750912917735732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/09/topic-is-odd-i-know-but.html' title='the topic is odd i know but'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-3027732422632330179</id><published>2008-09-16T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:13:16.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>hate being an education studies major!</title><content type='html'>argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid idiotic music movement and workshop class. I hate it with a passion. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO TEACH CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF ELEVEN!!!&lt;/span&gt; I really don't see why education studies majors have to take this stupid class. Specially ones who want to teach History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God..basically the reason why i am flipping out is that we need to work for one hour a week with students and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;teach&lt;/span&gt;" them music, while recording it on a tape recorder. Which I feel we shouldn't do..since its like an invasion and I wouldn't want that done to my child or children. Honestly, just let us watch the children and help out with the teacher and let us observe and take notes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked like three schools, and they were like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we would love to help you but we are unsure if we can allow you to record your session.&lt;/span&gt;" I explained that it was like forty percent of my grade but they were like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, but we would need to send out a letter and get permission and the teachers permission&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate this. I hate it. I hate this class&lt;/span&gt;.  Just let me do the art workshop and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly...i am thinking of asking my adviser if I can drop the class and just sign up for the Art Workshop in the spring and just use that as credit. But probably that wont happen, since they wanna torture me and make me teach music to the age group of students, I really, really do not wanna teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh .argh .argh .argh.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna pull my hair and scream out loud,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I should just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;switch majors and be a librarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-3027732422632330179?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/3027732422632330179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=3027732422632330179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3027732422632330179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3027732422632330179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/09/hate-being-education-studies-major.html' title='hate being an education studies major!'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-5478948705593490770</id><published>2008-09-06T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:41:14.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Hurricane and a Glass of MonaVie</title><content type='html'>Well. Well. Well. Look what the cat dragged in?&lt;br /&gt;i love that saying, isn't quite catchy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to think of something interesting or exciting in my life to write about but that hasn't happened yet.  So i sit here with a glass of MonaVie &amp;amp; having my windows partially open to allow a mist of water to come through due to TS Hanna. Aren't I a lucky one? Blessing of living on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due Tropical Storm/Hurricane Hanna, i am doing absolutely nothing this weekend. It is such a drag really. Once school starts and I have things to keep me busy...it wont be so boring. I will be able to go into NYC and do some serious shopping around. Be able to use a gym more often, since CUNY has one on most of their campus's. And gives me a chance to figure what the hell I want to do with my life after i move on to Brooklyn College.&lt;br /&gt;Boy..this is where I miss not being closer in the vicinity to my bffl's who are at Adelphi, enjoying themselves and getting closer to each other whilst I am stuck in the sand hills of Rockaway Beach, still stuck in a small beach town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...with my obsession of General Hospital, i have been trying to do detective work to find out whats gonna be happening through spoilers and SPECULATION. And through what I have dug up...it appears to be interesting and can definitely shake up Port Charles.  &lt;br /&gt;Example A: We all know that for the Sonny/Kate Fiasco Wedding, there family will be attending, along with friends, colleagues and enemies. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Enter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Olivia Falconeri, Kate's dearest cousin&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;BOMBSHEL&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SECRET&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:: insert big audience gasp::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND OR AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example B: With Laura giving her daughter strength and Lulu being called in as a witness for the trial of her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;lover-boy&lt;/span&gt;, the Mob Prince Johnny Zacchara, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;will she tell the truth&lt;/span&gt; of what happened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;or will she flee&lt;/span&gt; the country with the help of Big Brother Nikolas and Johnny&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;dun dun dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Felt like i should mention this because obviously none of my friends truly enjoy GH, like i do.&lt;br /&gt;I ponder at what the secret could be that Olivia has. She did have a relationship with Sonny, so maybe she had his child and that child is known to Port Charles; or maybe telling Sonny that he and Kate had a child that she gave up for adoption before graduating college and moving on to a relationship with Trevor Lansing? Maybe, Maybe not..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.it is my idea of what could go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-5478948705593490770?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/5478948705593490770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=5478948705593490770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/5478948705593490770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/5478948705593490770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-and-glass-of-monavie.html' title='a Hurricane and a Glass of MonaVie'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-8205805549871785244</id><published>2008-08-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:31:13.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a few things that I want done to become a studious and dull child to do it I so will do that.&lt;br /&gt;AND what that it is, is to study harder and try to devote atleast 3hrs a day to studying&lt;br /&gt;I am taking 5 classes this semester and each of them are 3.0 credits each meaning that for the Fall Semester 2008 which equals 14 credits. Four of those classes are 3.0 credits and one of them is a 2.0 credit class (none the less, it is still important). And my goal is to pass the semester and maintain almost perfect attendance.    My class schedule consists of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Psych 32: Mon, Thurs, Fri- 8 to 9am [&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Human Growth &amp;amp; Development]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Music 27: Mon, Weds, Thurs- 9:10 to 10:10am [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Music of the Worlds People&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;    Educ 23: Mon, Tues- 10:20am to 11:20am [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Music and Movement Workshop&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;    Ant 37: Mon, Tues, Thursday- 12:40 to 1:40[&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Intro to Anthropology&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Psych 24: Mon and Weds- 3 to 4:30pm[&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Psychological Disorders in Young People&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My other is to read 4 non-school books in the span of September 8th till December 18th. This is to make sure that non-school books are to entertain me,make sure I don't go uber-bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;Those books are and not necessarily in this order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;    The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Lauren Weisberger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    Legally Blonde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Amanda Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;    Sex, Murder and a Double Latte &lt;/span&gt;by Kyra Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    The Catholic Girl's Guide to Sex&lt;/span&gt; by Melinda Anderson, Kathleen Murray and Ali Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And included in this is to lose some excess weight. I will also need to watch CNN &amp;amp; BBCA a bit more often to catch up on the news all over the world (again) because I am returning to Presidential Classroom and I feel I should have to catch up even more.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be devoting some of my blog time to politics and what not, as to look back and refresh things in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taa!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-8205805549871785244?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/8205805549871785244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=8205805549871785244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8205805549871785244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8205805549871785244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/08/goals.html' title='goals?'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-7830954596501050121</id><published>2008-08-21T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:59:56.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.N.L</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love Saturday Night Live...its such a good an amazing and timely comedy show.&lt;br /&gt;And in that I include the beginning in 1975 till around 2003 since they had the best years in between that, so many that I couldn't choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write this because I am watching 101 Most Unforgetable SNL Moments on E! (Entertainment Channel...yo!!) And Wayne's World is NUMBAH 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many good skits:&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity Jeopardy comes to mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-7830954596501050121?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/7830954596501050121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=7830954596501050121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7830954596501050121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7830954596501050121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/08/snl.html' title='S.N.L'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-8130254369574358281</id><published>2008-08-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:11:37.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Figures.&lt;br /&gt;Well..today starts the arrival of all the f&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;amily and friends of the Gallagher&lt;/span&gt;'s. Why you ask? Its my Uncle's wake and funeral this weekend. It's upsetting to lose him at a young age (was only 53) and that he went so quickly too.It only took about three weeks from when he get bad and than finally, stopped fighting and passed on.  All of the immediate family is flying along with all the cousins..and I mean all of the cousins. Thats 21 + 25 + numerous &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rockaway-ites&lt;/span&gt; that grew up with my family and became super close friends over the years. So we are renting out a very local resturant's upper floor for food after the funeral for those mentioned above only, really keeping it small. I have to say that its times like this that it lucks out to have an uncle who owns a funeral home. On top of that, my cousin was in a serious motorcycle accident but is doing quite well (he has a fractured skull but thats it) and he is  coming up to funeral which is really good since he wont be alone than while everyone is here. So its been very very hectic couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the next topic:&lt;br /&gt;Finally figured out what my CUNY portal name and password was, so that takes care of alot of things, especially when I have to sign up for my classes for the spring and summer semester next year. I would really like to the winter semester but I can't since I will be attending &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PRESIDENTIAL CLASSROOM &lt;/span&gt;again for the Inauguration of the next President of the United States of America....AND AND I get to see alot of my old Delegate mates from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PC: Future World Leaders Summit 2006, &lt;/span&gt;which will a great boost.  Got a little off topic but back to what I wanted to say about the CUNY Portal thing is that it leads to e-Sims, where i can register and pay my tuition online and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x0x&lt;br /&gt;caseyg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-8130254369574358281?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/8130254369574358281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=8130254369574358281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8130254369574358281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8130254369574358281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/08/figures.html' title=''/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-7273949601070663242</id><published>2008-08-08T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:53:21.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In  life, God only gives us as much trouble as we can handle but sometimes the more he gives us the more he trusts us and it sucks because you can't handle all of it.&lt;br /&gt;    And right now thats what my family is going through...proving that no matter what the bond of a family is stronger than anything.   I am happy that I can vent on this, knowing that people that I know never check this thing nor do they now It exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a happier subject: classes will resume very soon and thats exciting for me, since school is lively and gives me a wonderful escape and I will mostly likely need that soon depending on how everything goes. AND all the fabulous people from Adelphi are coming back!!!! Yess.....party time returns oh so soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to keep updated;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, according to the news, whats going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)oil prices are going down and the American Dollar value is going up. Wall Street is fluxing but the bad things is that it will go up and go down again until we hit some stability but no one knows what that stability is or will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Politicians should learn TO KEEP IT IN THE PANTS!!! FUCK THE PRESSURE OF BEING SUPPOSED VICE FREAKING PRESIDENT!!! THAT MEANS YOU JOHN EDWARDS!!! Yea...blame it on pressure that your going through.... and have to tell your wife who is sick with cancer....you fucktard!!!  Well no one is getting choose him as a running mate...SO YOUR POLITICAL AMBITIONS ARE RUINED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Olympics have started yesterday (China is a day ahead of New York). Everything seems to be going so well and I cannot wait to watch everything. But China better get the move on with Human Rights and how to handle the activists without looking like the oppressor and not being a more modern nation. We also opened the newly rebuilt and restored American Embassy in Beijing today.... conveniently Bush is one of the few western Leaders attending the opening ceremony while the other leaders will be attending the Closing ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Russia invades South Ossetia, which is in Georgia (no the US, but a former Soviet Republic)&lt;br /&gt;South Ossetian's have Russian Passports but Georgian Politicos want it to remain under Georgian Control. We have relations with both countries but we have Military advisor's placed there (and they also have a sizable force of soldiers in Iraq).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-7273949601070663242?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/7273949601070663242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=7273949601070663242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7273949601070663242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7273949601070663242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-life-god-only-gives-us-as-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-8609632534305763144</id><published>2008-08-04T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:40:07.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wooty woo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its official! I am on the road to planning my trip to C0MIC-C0N 2OO9!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been researching everything, including airfare and hotel prices. I am going to plan entirely in advance such as making reservations as early as Dec/Jan. And booking the flight around maybe like Mar/Apr for a very very early flight out of JFK to LAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your probably thinking that I am insane for doing everything early but it is a smart idea. So i can see how much this trip is going to cost. I may be doing this alone or I may not...it depends. My mom prefers that I don't go by myself but no one else really knows that I truly live up to the word geek. Its a badge of honor.  Think I may ask Barbara if she wants to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-8609632534305763144?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/8609632534305763144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=8609632534305763144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8609632534305763144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8609632534305763144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/08/wooty-woo.html' title='wooty woo!'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-2591251267092959634</id><published>2008-08-01T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:41:50.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchy...Catchy?</title><content type='html'>i know.  the headline sucks but whatever, i dont have te ability to make it catchy or eye popping.&lt;br /&gt;this time i have decided that maybe i should just do a review of stuff, so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies: The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Knight equals AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. Heath Ledger, Aaron Eckhart, Christian Bale,&lt;br /&gt;and Gary Oldman were incredible as usual. The scenes containing Bale as Batman and Ledger as the Joker are interesting and prove their worth as formidable actors, especially with Ledger's role and how much he took the role into his own. (God Bless His Soul).&lt;br /&gt;On that note: there are rumors are already starting about the third sequel and names are being pulled out of hat. Nolan said he wont bring in Robin(Both the Dick Greyson*Tim Drake Versions) but he never said no to other characters.  Personally, if and IF HE DECIDES to do a third, i would like to throw out a few characters can work in Nolan's movie-verse. They are&lt;br /&gt;a)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Riddler&lt;/span&gt; (portrayed by David Tennant w/ hair dyed Red or James Franco)&lt;br /&gt;b)Hush (portrayed by either Gerard Butler or even Justin Hartley)&lt;br /&gt;c)&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The Mad Hatter&lt;/span&gt;  (portrayed by Jim Carrey, Johnny Deep or&lt;br /&gt;d)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.Zsasz &lt;/span&gt;(portrayed by Billy Zane)&lt;br /&gt;e)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Harley Quinn(&lt;/span&gt; Brittany Murphy)&lt;br /&gt;f)&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Catwoman&lt;/span&gt; (Angelina Joile,   [only if you play her off as manipulative, highly sexual and like Batman is the face whereas Bruce Wayne is the Disguise].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one else has opinions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-2591251267092959634?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/2591251267092959634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=2591251267092959634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2591251267092959634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2591251267092959634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/08/catchycatchy.html' title='Catchy...Catchy?'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-1691154874226540079</id><published>2008-07-30T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:09:06.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo no se?</title><content type='html'>god&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;sucks&lt;br /&gt;major&lt;br /&gt;balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a positive though.&lt;br /&gt;i go to boston soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-1691154874226540079?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/1691154874226540079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=1691154874226540079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1691154874226540079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1691154874226540079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo-no-se.html' title='yo no se?'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-5625392999945957653</id><published>2008-07-22T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:38:40.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that this is one of the times that I am happy that hardly any one knows that I have Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me roll back to why I believe this:&lt;br /&gt;     Recently... I just took a vacation to Mexico with my entire family as I have previously mentioned in other posts. Looking back---&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are good to point and than they just plain old suck, honestly.  I had fun, don't get me wrong but it just ended up sour for me in the end, and with the entire family giving me strange and pitiful looks the day we left the resort did not help me.  (I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love my family&lt;/span&gt; but sometimes I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel like&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink shee&lt;/span&gt;p &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; a barn of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white sheep&lt;/span&gt;).   On top of that: I lost my loverly amazing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; that had photos that I didn't get the chance to upload on them which pissed me off to no end &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i left my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i-pod charger&lt;/span&gt; in the bathroom of my hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the states right now: finishing up my last week at session 1 classes and have my finals tomorrow and thursday.  Yes, since i was in Mexico for a week....I had to skip a week of classes for both my psych and socio. Which sucks since I have a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;super big gap to catch up with&lt;/span&gt; and the stupid old socio professor wont really go over what HE taught and I have that &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;final on Wednesday!!!!!! which is tomorrow! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well on the other hand my psych professor was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really nicer&lt;/span&gt; about it and let me take the test that I missed and gave me the papers I would need before hand to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; help prepare myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got caught in the rain walking to school this morning. it sucked. i had no umbrella with me. stupid back didnot protect my head. feel grumpier know because of this day. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-5625392999945957653?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/5625392999945957653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=5625392999945957653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/5625392999945957653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/5625392999945957653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-that-this-is-one-of-times-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-2852601202369484012</id><published>2008-06-28T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:54:57.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='later skater'/><title type='text'>Changes in the House of Gallagher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There are some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monumentous&lt;/span&gt; things right now, even more than I ever expected their would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly....we have the second family trip to the Mayan Rivera; this is including everyone in my family basically thats 22 of us and out of the number, seven of us are cousins and are the party children. We leave in two weeks and I am excited and nervous. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Well because at times I cannot stand my cousins, especially when they are drunk and I am drunk; 8 days of fun filled family events; and spf 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly...myself, my parents and my mom's family will all be meeting my mom's eldest daughter on July 5th, in upstate New York. Yes...Jeanna agreed to visit and finally meet everyone of us. I am super nervous, since she is bringing my niece with her and her husband. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Will she except us? Will she like me? How will this go over? SO many questions and I do not know what to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly...I don't feel like myself anymore. I feel like a shell of myself honestly. I need the summer to be over like soon, so I can go back to being the real me &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;nd hang out with my girls&lt;/span&gt; again. I miss the nights out, none of my other friends wanna do these things, they are like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;lets go out and party at a club where YOU will feel uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nyahh we should so do nothing and be bored like totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-2852601202369484012?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/2852601202369484012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=2852601202369484012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2852601202369484012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/2852601202369484012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/06/changes-in-house-of-gallagher.html' title='Changes in the House of Gallagher'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-6115859944246700372</id><published>2008-06-19T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:36:03.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not exactly sure how life is going tight now. Nor do i know where its gonna take me or who it will introduce me too.&lt;br /&gt;But i do know one thing though, that it will probably be better than the past couple of months I have been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-6115859944246700372?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/6115859944246700372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=6115859944246700372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/6115859944246700372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/6115859944246700372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/06/something.html' title='something'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-8526148822657603048</id><published>2008-06-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:37:43.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Booms, Lighting Skies</title><content type='html'>Today was 99 degrees by 5:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;And currently at 7:20 it is thunder storming and raining like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;And its 95 degrees also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to instrumental music like this makes everything more majestic than it is.  It also gives me an idea I should really give to my cousin Stephanie. She is a writer and is working her way towards Hollywood. I wish her the best..she is one of my favorite cousins after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found out some news about one of my good friends, and I am really good friends with him.  Its sad and I always find a way to help him out but there is no way i can help him this time and it saddens me this time. I hope he didn't make the mistakes I did. Whatever happens, he will always have my support....he is one of my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to find work...I am hoping my luck changes soon, and I that i get the job at limited too. I really do want it, I honestly do, it will make traveling from school easier.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-8526148822657603048?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/8526148822657603048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=8526148822657603048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8526148822657603048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8526148822657603048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/06/thunder-booms-lighting-skies.html' title='Thunder Booms, Lighting Skies'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-74737764470618831</id><published>2008-06-04T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:57:45.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cleverness and beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello again it has been ten days since my last post... and I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;officially finished my midterms&lt;/span&gt; for the spring semester at CUNY KBCC.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to find out what my Lit grade was for the semester..and not surprisingly it was a C-, but I passed it and I get my four credits..so NYAHHH NYAHHH NYAHH to the teacher who told me I was gonna fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I am just waiting on my European History(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;took today&lt;/span&gt;), my Foundations of Education(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;took today&lt;/span&gt;), my Political Science/American Gov't(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;took yesterday&lt;/span&gt;) and my other Education class(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;took in May&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get them soon, so i can see how well I did and to see if I got my 2.75 GPA meaning I am allowed to stay there (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAIL MARY LET ME STAY!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Next note is that trying to find a job sucks. I still have yet to hear from KBCC, Aviator Sports Complex and Limited Too and not to mention Dunkin Doughnuts. I just want a summer job that will give me pay, is it truly that hard to hire someone?! Ughh, i am happy that I can at least make money through babysitting and being a mothers helper. I wanna try and be a true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;au pair.&lt;/span&gt; A friend of a friend did it, and made a shit load of money, which is something that I desperately need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh continue my ranting later..its shower and nap and 2 for 1 burger time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-74737764470618831?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/74737764470618831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=74737764470618831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/74737764470618831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/74737764470618831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/06/cleverness-and-beer.html' title='cleverness and beer'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-6672841529484048609</id><published>2008-05-24T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:05:32.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Wasted &amp; Gone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    once again it is a saturday and I am at home with nothing to do. God do i have a sad and pathetic life right now. I just want everything to go back to normal and back to what I liked. I mean why do I have to be so closed from my oldest friends? I mean, if our friendship has lasted over like 7 years, one would assume that we would hang out and do stuff, right?&lt;br /&gt;    No! Never! thats not how we work..... examples are that one of my oldest and dearest friend no longer answers my calls, instant messages, and emails. All I want to do is hang out and do lunch and walk around Manhattan, not with other people, just by ourselves at least once a month. But she has become a stoner pothead who is ATTEMPTING to go to College....I wish her the best at it but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And lets not even get on to the others...one ignores me, the other uses me for her sympathies, another is just a slutty hoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I need to starting tanning. I need to get to a gym. I need a life. I want my friends back from their home states. I need a nice large alcoholic drink. My life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-6672841529484048609?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/6672841529484048609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=6672841529484048609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/6672841529484048609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/6672841529484048609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-day-wasted-gone.html' title='Another Day Wasted &amp; Gone....'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-8891683139234812872</id><published>2008-05-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:36:45.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;    It is about almost of the end for the battle between Obama and Hilliary for the Democratic Nomination of President...who     will go against John McCain who is holding it down for the Republicans.  And with the whole two states votes in limbo of         not being allowed to count is making everyone crazy.   Honestly, if they allowed to the two states voters vote in limbo to     count will place Hilliary ahead of Obama and that would make her the new front runner. My personal thought is that the     powers-that-be in the Democratic party would rather have an African-American MALE than a Caucasian FEMALE in the             position of Power of the Presidency.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;f Obama gets the vote... I am so voting for McCain--&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; just because I feel that if         McCain gets elected and people dont like him, they public wouldn't re-elect him and that means Hilliary could run again     and be victorious in 2012 elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Okay on this point....I was in philosophy class a few weeks, visiting my friend Aerinn and it was discussing the c&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;urrent elections and&lt;/span&gt; how&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; religion plays a factor&lt;/span&gt; (really good discussion by the way!) and one of the students brought up the factor that she overheard her pastor speaking about how he &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;the pastor believed that Obama Barrack was the Antichrist.&lt;/span&gt;..which had certain people in the class laughing and taking offense.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I thought that it was outlandish&lt;/span&gt; but the student speaking about her pastor, said that he had some good points and reiterated them. I won't get into the whole thing but I think that she had swayed a few people and EVEN the professor looked impressed.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh..not concerned about that.....Honestly I am more concerned about  me finding a job this summer to help my parents out with the money and my academic-ness and my summer session classes. Thats about it. I got an application for the Limited Too at the local mall by me, and I just need to hand it in and HOPEFULLY get the job.  Wish me Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-8891683139234812872?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/8891683139234812872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=8891683139234812872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8891683139234812872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/8891683139234812872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-about-almost-of-end-for-battle.html' title=''/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-1565159854512527894</id><published>2008-05-18T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:52:01.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Sundays....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its Sunday, May 16th, 3:18pm: and I am procrastinating by writing here than my Literature paper on a book called "The Namesake" by Jhumpa Lahiri because I don't feel like writing it. So I am on the carpet, laying down in the empty upstairs aparment because I feel like it. It is quite and I can hear the rain pitter and patter and hopefully catch a lightening storm but i doubt that since it stopped heavily down pouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: I have about maybe two weeks of classes left and than my finals. Than I take a summer session about a week after my finals till July 24. Yea I am  the smart one for doing that I know..but hey I get to take up to 8 credits for free! Its good not to pay anything for once alright. Than I still have to find a job for the summer. which will suck but I have to do it. Oh well, lets up I get a good job at like a store or something!!! Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal: My friends are back home now and it is quite lonely. I have to say, sadly and pathetically that I have only four close friends and the rest range from friends to associates. Life is okay--- could be better but we are pulling through, since Dad is back to work and Mom has jobs again...and hopefully when I get my job I will be able to contribute to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-1565159854512527894?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/1565159854512527894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=1565159854512527894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1565159854512527894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/1565159854512527894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/05/rainy-sundays.html' title='Rainy Sundays....'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-3150093753715811561</id><published>2008-05-16T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:55:20.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How long have you been breathing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 1/7th of a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you love yourself the way you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only in the winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel-Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats your favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This is the Life by Amy MacDonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, socially only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever tried drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS YOUR FAVORITE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats your favorite kind of pizza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheese or pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats your favorite kind of ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry &amp;amp; vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats your favorite tv show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Deadliest Catch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever had sex on a slide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever made out in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish...and i want the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever made out with a stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...drunkenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever been arrested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever faked an orgasm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever slapped an adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slapped a few bitches my age but no one older 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever been in a car crash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been in a fender bender but no "crash"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever broken a bone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever been drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid question, i have been bombed, trashed, gone, wasted, drunk, smashed, inebriated, hammered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...its horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever been madly in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculously in love was more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever made out with the same sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt; an encounter at Dizzy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took a shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cried?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Told someone you loved them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slapped someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Punched something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMNESS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was your first thought this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another rain day...sweet, I want Lightening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you cried today at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you actually believe in perfection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;perfection is in the mind of the beholder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would you rather it be sunny or rainy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like rainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you been to New York City?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..if you live in the suburb of New York...you have visited it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think about before you go to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally, its "fucking school tomorrow" but weekends its "i hate it at home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last time you did laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five days ago...and doing it in five minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you fight with your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly with my mom and sometimes with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever just went out with a girl/guy because you were desperate and they asked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no....i have morals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my comfy bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoption yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have any expensive jewelry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do...necklaces, jewelry and rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many close friends do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 5 close friends: Aly, Nora, Liz, Michelle, Stephanie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your sibling('s) name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jeana and Tatum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..there names are Steve and Davey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i oh so totally believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Radio Virgin UK&lt;/span&gt;....a station in England, its currently playing the Zuttons- Valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would rain actually stop you from going somewhere or ruin your plans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last time you saw your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Dad last night and my mom about 15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my internal alarm clock which resulted in a fight with my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm yea it should b but well c how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was the last person you rode in a car with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do long distance relationships work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no..hardly ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is your number one on myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who do you wish you were with right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nora, Aly, Liz, Steve, Tara, Davey, Stephanie, Marc, Cory, Heather, Alex&lt;/span&gt; and we were at Applebee's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you listen to music everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaa...like religiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is anything bothering you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you in a bad mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When were you the saddest in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;about 5 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever loved someone and were too scared to tell them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you allergic to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dust and pollen(tree and flower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many hours of sleep do you need to function?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;7 hours and alot of rockstar and redbull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you told someone else that secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is life a bitch and why cant I CHOOSE my choice for a job!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where'd you get the shirt your wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkfood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you currently like?&lt;br /&gt;a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do they like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he does but not like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunrise or Sunset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the beginning of Sunrise and the end of Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30am..i was really tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time you woke up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What movie is in your DVD player?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Roswell Season 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;March 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last thing that made you mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt find my Tiffany ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you cocky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you speak French?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever killed an animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont kill animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you make your bed daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your favorite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you own slippers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;purple fuzzy slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there a TV in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...just my laptop and radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many piercings do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think of Tom Cruise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odd and a bad actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you own or rent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents own the house we live in...but i am hoping to rent my own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you get a christmas tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, a live one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last two numbers in your phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was the last person you called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is your mom from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm I think it was Nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best fast food french fries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no doubt McDonald Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How was your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing eventful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever eaten a T-Bone Steak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no..I have eaten a London Broil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you skateboard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i suck big time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about play an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to play piano, guitar and violin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song you're listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A Kind of Magic by Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, me and the ghost of Kieko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you doing today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straightening my hair, cleaning and doing homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is your window open?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-3150093753715811561?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-7388367505821194327</id><published>2008-05-07T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:00:01.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>....Because its 9 in the Afternoon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a few things to mentions, so I am gonna do it number bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lleting form---- yeeeeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well....people....i have the best news: I AM SEEING PANIC! AT THE DISCO TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i should share that with you all. I am seeing it with BFFL Amanda and we are supah super excited. As its gonna be like our fourth or concert together. We have a tendency to do concerts with each other and vacations as well. I guess its because we compliment each other very well. Its a good thing that we BFFL's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2)I have a Gov't exam tomorrow and I am so so so not ready for it. I do not do well with American Gov't class or any type of gov't class for that matter. I know that it is important bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t honestly...i am not going into government or political science but a teacher or historical researcher. Its not important in the careers I want and i agreed to not brush it away or off. I promise to do my best..but its BOOORiNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I was able to choose my classes for the Summer Module at KBCC; Which consist of :&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday thru Thursday 9:00am to 10:35am- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Intro to Sociology * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Monday thru Thursday 10:45am to 12:20pm- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;General Psychology*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was also able to register for my Fall'08 Semester classes at KBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C; which consist of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Monday, Thursday, Friday 8:00am-9:00am- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Human Growth &amp;amp; Development*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Monday, Wednesday, Thurs 9:10am-10:10am- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Music of the Worlds People*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      Monday, Tuesday 10:20am-11:20am-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Music and Movement Workshop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Monday, Tuesday, Thursday 12:40pm-1:40pm- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Intro to Anthropology*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Monday, Wednesday 3:00pm-4:30pm- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Psychological Disorders in Children*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think that it is a pretty good schedule you know? Yea...its crazy classes all at once but i can handle it, it is the same amount of credits i have now, which is 14 credits nd plus the 6 from the summer classes, and HOPEFULLY by the spring I will transfer to a SUNY and be back in a dorm setting and everything....which would be so amazing and back to what I know pretty well. I do not pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rticularly care where...BUT if i have to transfer to a CUNY....it would most likely be to Brooklyn College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I promised I would post pics and this is what I am doing. The three people in these photos are my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Nora who is the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;fiery Irish Ohioan Weasley Hippie&lt;/span&gt;" &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Aly who is the "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Delta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gamma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;xan Jewish Republican Broadway Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and Myself, who is the other "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Irish Mamacita Jamba Vodka Juice Gypsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are the odd triangular couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me........Nora&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nora...............Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SCI_52xHCtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B2enp6dnoBc/s1600-h/Adventure+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SCI_52xHCtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B2enp6dnoBc/s320/Adventure+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197787183125564114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SCI-1GxHCsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b_fO3Ig8mdo/s1600-h/Adventure+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SCI-1GxHCsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b_fO3Ig8mdo/s320/Adventure+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197786002009557698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    AND&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; FINALLY ALL THREE&lt;/span&gt; OF US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SCJBG2xHCuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/keQvrQY7nKc/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SCJBG2xHCuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/keQvrQY7nKc/s320/Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197788505975491298" 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/1468475461779332740-7388367505821194327?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/7388367505821194327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=7388367505821194327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7388367505821194327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/7388367505821194327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-its-9-in-afternoon.html' title='....Because its 9 in the Afternoon....'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SCI_52xHCtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B2enp6dnoBc/s72-c/Adventure+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-3151017972583793586</id><published>2008-05-02T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:23:20.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a question...is it so hard for friends to come and visit you?&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously....i live in queens, you live in garden city....there is a train to get you here!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And i always go out to visit you, just once please visit me in my town, my house,where we can also go to bars and out to the city and walk and do crazy best friend things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i had to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-3151017972583793586?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/3151017972583793586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=3151017972583793586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3151017972583793586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3151017972583793586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468475461779332740.post-3724733741583158102</id><published>2008-05-01T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:08:49.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first...and not the last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am happy that i actually have a place to express my thoughts or just even type what i am feeling, since everyone that I know has live journal and facebook and myspace. Not a lot of them have "blogger", so i kinda lucked out finding this place.&lt;br /&gt;What is there to say so maybe i should just write a bit about me. Is that conceited?....probably not AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later on as I post, i will describe and add pictures to show my life, as I continue to grow and learn and party but i wanted to get this out of the way okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;brunette&lt;/span&gt; who is at the tail end of her second semester in college in the CUNY system. I live in a predominantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; town in Queens. I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;six very close female friends&lt;/span&gt; and an even larger group of male friends due what one of them call "little sister syndrome", which basically means i am the little sister and they are the over-protective brothers and its their duty to watch me.  I have two half sisters and about 22 first cousins and 27 seconds cousins with whom i keep in relatively close contact with (we facebook it and talk mostly every other day). I am an animal lover, but i have an affection for Egyptian Mau cats and Corgi dogs.  I am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Earth Snake&lt;/span&gt;, according to western and eastern astrology. I am debating between Primary Education and History as my Major. I have a major love for Rugby and Scrap booking. Thats me in a nut shell, oh and my favorite drink is mixed drink or a good cold beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468475461779332740-3724733741583158102?l=beachspice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/feeds/3724733741583158102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1468475461779332740&amp;postID=3724733741583158102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3724733741583158102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468475461779332740/posts/default/3724733741583158102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beachspice.blogspot.com/2008/05/firstand-not-last.html' title='the first...and not the last'/><author><name>Rambles of a Brunette Bluestocking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08586857132704546327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AewDn7nPTiw/SMMyS05B7HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1S4y1HLc_8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
