<?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-4369483279237028380</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:29.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts that run through my head.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-6669550234284981448</id><published>2007-11-20T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:20:18.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research for a Speech.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.something-fishy.org/thischild.php"&gt;http://www.something-fishy.org/thischild.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can understand this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-6669550234284981448?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/6669550234284981448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=6669550234284981448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/6669550234284981448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/6669550234284981448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/11/research-for-speech.html' title='Research for a Speech.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-4606825357284358767</id><published>2007-11-18T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:00:03.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW THING TO DO</title><content type='html'>Keep mommy and daddy together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-4606825357284358767?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/4606825357284358767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=4606825357284358767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/4606825357284358767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/4606825357284358767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-thing-to-do.html' title='NEW THING TO DO'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-9034154506664632484</id><published>2007-11-18T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T06:36:46.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month till my b-day</title><content type='html'>that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-9034154506664632484?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/9034154506664632484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=9034154506664632484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/9034154506664632484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/9034154506664632484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-month-till-my-b-day.html' title='1 month till my b-day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-192990305590478787</id><published>2007-11-18T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T06:34:12.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a weird dream. there were concrete cubes in a very large, architecturally beautiful building. the cubes were the ground and went up and down really fast and I had to cross them when they were even with each other and jump as well (kinda like those old videogames) and I was carrying the heaviest backpack ever with a few text books in my arms... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;slinky9601 (6:10:57 AM): &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that dream was at like 1am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;slinky9601 (6:11:09 AM): &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I made it all the way across and to safety&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;slinky9601 (6:11:47 AM): &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and then found out that I forgot a couple books on the other side and had to cross back there to get them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;slinky9601 (6:12:03 AM): &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and cross back over again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;slinky9601 (6:17:38 AM): &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I kept on tripping on the blocks when I couldn't time it right and kept hitting my shins... ouch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;slinky9601 (6:19:54 AM): &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and then there was this black woman who I met while crossing back the second time..dunno what that was for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;weird dream and so many symbols that I decided to look it up on dreammoods.com.. interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see a block or blocks in your dream, represents obstacles that you need to overcome. These are things that try to hinder you from achieving your goals. Alternatively, it symbolizes a vision and making something out of nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concrete &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see concrete in your dream, represents your solid and clear understanding of some situation. The dream may also mean that you are unyielding and inflexible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpack &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see or carry a backpack in your dream, represents the decisions and responsibilities that are weighing your down.&lt;br /&gt;Pain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To dream that you are in pain, signifies that you are being too hard on yourself with regards to a situation that was out of your control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;African American Woman &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see a woman in your dream, represents nurturance, passivity, caring nature, and love. It refers to your own female aspects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see an African American in your dream, signifies your roots and heritage. You may need to discover the soul within your own self. Additionally, you are ready to be more expressive and creative.&lt;br /&gt;African American To see an African American in your dream, signifies your roots and heritage. You may need to discover the soul within your own self. Additionally, you are ready to be more expressive and creative. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Is this woman Chia? or me wanting to know Chinese or be more feminine?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are small and everyone is normal sized, suggests that you are suffering from low self-esteem and/or a sense of helplessness. Perhaps you are being overlooked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(In my dream the woman was also my size. but the building was out of proportion and I'm junping from block to block. Pretty small.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-192990305590478787?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/192990305590478787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=192990305590478787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/192990305590478787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/192990305590478787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/11/dream.html' title='DREAM'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-3941592218017349706</id><published>2007-11-18T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:08:03.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do. (finished- blue/ time sensitve- red)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Sign up for classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sign Jeff up for classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Make sure Jam is in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Arch and Engl.: 3 term papers and 1 final paper&lt;br /&gt;5. paper rewrite&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Math test tuesday. (must get high A)&lt;br /&gt;7. Visit Arch Site for Review paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Study for Janke's Construction and Materials&lt;br /&gt;9. Janke's C+M Notebook (about 15 hours)&lt;br /&gt;10. Janke's Arch History Notebook (about 20 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;11. Read a book and 2 assignments due Tuesday (English) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;11.1 discussion questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;11.2 discussion questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;11.3 discussion questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;12. Communications Comparison Paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Comm Test Monday-study&lt;br /&gt;14. Comm Persuasive essay outline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;15. English Journal Project (tues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Surprise Project (the one thing keeping me sane)&lt;br /&gt;17. AIAS officer stuff&lt;br /&gt;18. Recomended Arch student stuff.. sketching, visiting firms/sites, addit. research&lt;br /&gt;19. AIA Design Committee&lt;br /&gt;20. NAWIC (national ass. of women in construction) Scholarship&lt;br /&gt;21. Renew contact with Mrs. Groot&lt;br /&gt;22. Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;23. Dad&lt;br /&gt;24. should be a given but... not let my self go...maintance (visually like wash my face, shower, brows...yeah I can go without it all)&lt;br /&gt;25. Trixmas (Dec. 15)&lt;br /&gt;26. Running for endurance (WVC XC next year?... been told I'd be 3rd fastest by Edwardo Lopez- PHHS + WVC XC and track star)&lt;br /&gt;27. with my history, weight is ALWAYS an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Find time to relax and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I can't sleep. I need to prioritize.&lt;br /&gt;18, 21, 25, 26 can be taken out it I absolutely have no time. 24 sometimes. no one likes a stinky girl. And I've gone 5 days in a row without brushing my teeth at night and doing it once in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.need to stop habit of inducing food comas and falling to sleep w/o brushing until the next morning (no cavities, but grosssss).&lt;br /&gt;30. Stop hating on girls and chang my attitude. I'm the same way and worse. hypocrite. Finally realized it at Anthony's Thanksgiving Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;31. figure out what to do with car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. fix car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;33. do late english work(1 assignment).. yes I got a little behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-3941592218017349706?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/3941592218017349706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=3941592218017349706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/3941592218017349706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/3941592218017349706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do. (finished- blue/ time sensitve- red)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-881785047125589214</id><published>2007-11-18T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:02:24.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you love your sister when...</title><content type='html'>1.  you don't feel well, but  you do anything for her (hint: she can't drive)&lt;br /&gt;2.  her friends call you at 2 pm to see what she's doing and if she wants to sneak out&lt;br /&gt;3.  you get up out of bed after a little over an hour of sleep to ask your sister to wake up and answer her phone or at least answer on yours.&lt;br /&gt;4. she decides to go and so you get ready in 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. and wait&lt;br /&gt;5.  she takes half an hour to get ready and you say "take your time"&lt;br /&gt;6.  you pack up and ready everything for her to jump into the car.&lt;br /&gt;7.  she tells you after 35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; that it's too late and she decides not to go.&lt;br /&gt;8. you can't sleep anymore, but are just glad that her common sense took over.&lt;br /&gt;9. she tells you to open the computer and grab the low wattage lamp for her.&lt;br /&gt;10. She chats online for 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and turns off what took 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to set up.&lt;br /&gt;11. She goes to bed annoyed that you didn't wake her earlier and you say "sorry".&lt;br /&gt;12. she doesn't ever say "thank you." or any form of it.&lt;br /&gt;13. you're still up while she has gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;14. all this happens in one night&lt;br /&gt;15. you will never tell your sister about how you feel except through this blog that she will never read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want her to read it. I am genuinely thankful that she tell me her plans and her friends call me to ask permission. I am thankful that I can keep her as safe as I can. I am thankful that she is not trying worse things like drugs(yet... hope to prevent it) and alcohol (hope she has it under control). I am thankful that she is my sister and I want to keep it that way. This is what I am thankful for this Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-881785047125589214?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/881785047125589214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=881785047125589214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/881785047125589214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/881785047125589214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-know-you-love-your-sister-when.html' title='you know you love your sister when...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-4701539781122870236</id><published>2007-10-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T09:54:08.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Visited my grandpa yesterday. Quite uneventful like usual, but I did notice how much he aged in the week that he was in the hospital. He has lost a ton of weight. He used to look supple and healthy. Now he looks skinny, but his voice is still strong and determined and at 95, he still has very minimal wrinkles on his face. Seriously, he doesn't have wrinkles on his forehead or cheeks. Only around the eyes a little(but who doesn't), and smile lines. He still can do most things by himself. He cannot go upstairs anymore; It's been a month now. ADA fixtures have been added to his house so that he doesn't have to squat too low or reach too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt; is doing good. Not great like before. I blame the hospital. They would not let him get out of bed for over a week..muscle deterioration. They would not let him have solid foods...bye bye fat stores. Powder that is mixed into water was also not allowed. He lived on chicken broth and jello for a couple weeks. That's tough for elderly. Hell, that's tough for me!! They put the air conditioning on too high in his room and gave him a thin blanket and sheet. He caught  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pneumonia at the hospital&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily that cleared up pretty fast, but it made him miss a wedding. Stupid Hospital... Check-up on your older patients! They need more attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-4701539781122870236?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/4701539781122870236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=4701539781122870236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/4701539781122870236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/4701539781122870236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/grandpa.html' title='Grandpa'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-6021012437769230966</id><published>2007-10-16T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:00:52.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I?</title><content type='html'>Cocky, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concieted&lt;/span&gt;, overconfident...It seems that way to some. but how can I help it if I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Goose said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sunday's child is fair and wise and good and gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/MondaysChildIsFairofFace.htm"&gt;http://www.bethanyroberts.com/MondaysChildIsFairofFace.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iVillage&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Dragon is one of the &lt;strong&gt;most powerful signs&lt;/strong&gt; in the Chinese Zodiac. " I mean. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; only mythological creature. Why am I "one of"? That's wrong. Later, it says "&lt;strong&gt;It's ego that can get the Dragon into trouble&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..I agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.co.uk/astrology/chinese/signs/articles/0,,160823_162692,00.html"&gt;http://www.ivillage.co.uk/astrology/chinese/signs/articles/0,,160823_162692,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fantasyworld&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;br /&gt;When the ruler of a particular sign is a big, imposing planet, as is the case with Sagittarius, it is obvious that they are positioned for big things. Since Jupiter, the largest of all the planets, is the planetary ruler of Sagittarius the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;most conspicuous quality that they will possess is “bigness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;That's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cockness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sagittarians&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;insecure&lt;/span&gt; and can be frustrated easily with details, social conventions and the general niceties of day-to-day existence." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...like dropping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; all over myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fantasyworld.wordpress.com/a-sagittarius-best-and-worst-relationship-matches/"&gt;http://fantasyworld.wordpress.com/a-sagittarius-best-and-worst-relationship-matches/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I'm am a Sunday born, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt; Dragon... thats like saying 3 times too full of myself. I hope you can handle it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-6021012437769230966?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/6021012437769230966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=6021012437769230966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/6021012437769230966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/6021012437769230966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-am-i.html' title='What am I?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-2828517133215452506</id><published>2007-10-13T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:17:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Let me start by saying that my expectations going in to the film were low. Very low. But being the true gymnastics fan that I am I dragged my sister worried that I would never live it down. The reviews weren’t stellar and let’s face it - “tween” movies can be so bad. As the previews winded down, I found myself giddy with excitement. This was it! The movie that the gymnastics world has flipped for (pun intended). I was finally going to watch the movie that made it onto the cover of &lt;em&gt;International Gymnast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;. And, surprisingly, I liked it. I really did. And even more amazing, my sister liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top ten thoughts on the movie, in no particular order…&lt;br /&gt;One..&lt;br /&gt;It was funny! I laughed out loud several times. In particular the boys cracked me up. Not the overdone ones like the “gym-nice-stics” quote but ones like “when is it bad to be whipped? Ever?” I really thought that the comedy effort would fall flat but it had a slightly Napolean Dynamite flair to it. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Two..&lt;br /&gt;The movie put a new spin on the typical gymnastics footage. I will admit that I was at first a bit disappointed by the lack of true gymnastics sequences. I was expecting something more like footage from a televised gymnastics meet. Not so with Stick It! The gymnastics footage was so unique. I think that it made the movie much more interesting to watch for those viewers who are not die hard gymnastics fans.&lt;br /&gt;Three..&lt;br /&gt;Many people say this movie sheds light on the life of elite gymnasts. I did not find this to be the case. The gym (Vickerman Gymnastics Academy) was sterile and lifeless. The only gymnasts you ever saw were the elite athletes. Gyms don’t make any money off the elite gymnasts. The money comes from the rec classes. Where was everybody else? And the practice sessions didn’t seem realistic. Elite practice can be brutal. Besides that nasty crash from the Beam (seriously, what in the world was that gal doing? A front aerial? Tucked? Half straddled?), the viewers rarely got a glimpse of what an elite gymnastics practice is like. Bits and pieces were there, but not as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;Four..&lt;br /&gt;While the fake phone talking was brilliant (how funny were Mina and Wei Wei?), who on earth would do a round-off double back off the beam in street clothes and shoes? Honestly. A pair of loose Airwalks? And after two years off? I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;Five..&lt;br /&gt;I liked Jeff Bridges’ character as the head coach but I’m not sure what Bendinger was going for with him being money-hungry. It made me unsure of his integrity. I think that she was showing that he was only human but I don’t know if it worked. Still, I liked him.&lt;br /&gt;Six..&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to see some themes that have actually played out in real life. Shannon Miller walking out of the World Championships in 1994. Bela Karolyi’s athletes (think Hillary Grivich at the 1992 US Olympic Trials) being unfairly judged due to the fact that he was their coach.&lt;br /&gt;Though the actresses had incredible stunt doubles (you could hardly tell the difference between Missy Peregrym and Isabelle Severino), you could still tell that most were not true gymnasts by their salutes. I could see a distinct difference between the salute of Peregrym and that of Maddey Curley, who is a former gymnast. It’s all in the salute.&lt;br /&gt;Seven..&lt;br /&gt;The VGA competition leotards missed the mark. What was up with those random leos? I the patterns were okay, but the cuts were outdated. late 1980s.. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Eight..&lt;br /&gt;Although I was never a coach and I’ve never owned a gym, I know that Haley Graham would never be allowed to work out all by herself with no coach!&lt;br /&gt;Nine..&lt;br /&gt;I know that Missy Peregrym worked her tail off to get into gymnastics shape for this movie but there was one thing that she really needed to do to look the part of a gymnast. Shrink. She’s almost 5′8″! Even Svetlana Khorkina doesn’t come close to that. But that was really the only part that wasn’t believable about her. I am so impressed with all the work she and Vanessa Lengies did to get into gymnastics shape for their roles. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;Ten..&lt;br /&gt;haha I like round numbers.. that's all. no that I have anymore to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I liked Stick It! For a tween gymnastics comedy/satire I give it a B+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-2828517133215452506?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/2828517133215452506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=2828517133215452506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/2828517133215452506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/2828517133215452506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/stick-it.html' title='Stick it!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-3769067301286373330</id><published>2007-10-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:00:47.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farting</title><content type='html'>Just in spite of  the guy who says girls don't fart... Personally, I think it's cute on girls as long as it isn't a honking, deep bass-y fart.&lt;br /&gt;    Recent news: Tom Cruz is shooting a movie in Germany. Being about WWII, he decided to have a moment of silence. Right in the middle of it, some crew member ripped a fart. So now Tom is furious.  I wonder if the guy even did it on purpose. Or...did it just slip?&lt;br /&gt;     I mean farting happens at the most embarrassing moments and it happens to everybody, boys AND girls.&lt;br /&gt;    First scenario, at the gym. Most commonly in yoga class. Downward-facing dog. You got your head down and your ass up in the air. How can you control that? The walls of the colon are lossened..dude..it's a sure way. Walk into a yoga class. Farting is the norm. Then there's the treadmill. Everyone hates running but when you had a bean burrito for lunch, it's all bad. You're running there and hearing it come out with EVERY step and it's not ever quiet.  Maybe this is why we don't like cardio. We wan to save ourselves the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;    Then there is the elevator. You're in the elevator all by yourself and so you cut the cheese. The doors slide open and a group of ppl are waiting to get in. First thought, "OH SHIT." They know it was you. That's all there is to it. It's similar in a public bathroom. When a person takes a crap and you go in afterwards going, "It was YOU!" Gross.&lt;br /&gt;     Next bad place: in bed or just sleeping. I'm not talking about sex, though that can be pretty gnarly. You're trying to be smooth and sexy and perfect like in the movies(When does that ever happen? Sex is the most awkward thing ever). Okay okay, back on track. The worst is when you're sleeping and your own fart wakes you up. Everyone's just staring at you and quite frankly..you feel (and smell) like crap.&lt;br /&gt;    Man, it just sucks in an airplane. You're in there for like 4 hours and where is it going to go? Gas pressure is the worst!! Sucking it in is just bad for you in general. Or if you suck it in hard enough, maybe you can let it go in the intestines. I've never tried it, but it sounds good in theory. Most people would just let it out. The pressure and vibration from the seat doesn't make it any better either. Nice juicy, wet ones...imagine.... Then there's the whole recycled air  concept. I don't even want to talk about it. All I can say: On your next trip, bring a gas mask.&lt;br /&gt;    Another place it's bad to fart. The work place. It's a quiet environment, you're confined to your own cubicle, you've been eating all day, and you can't really see who is around you. Perfect time for you body to go,  "hey! let's fart!" I suggest "crop dusting". Don't know what it is? It's when a person walks around through out the company letting out a little at a time. Make sure you aren't near your own cubicle. Torture others and do it as you pass theirs.&lt;br /&gt;    Girls must fart to have this much to say about it. We just get embarrassed and pretend we don't. Don't fall for the lies, deceit, and deception.  It's a normal bodily function. Tom Cruz needs to calm down and boys need to get those romantic ideas out of their heads and accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-3769067301286373330?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/3769067301286373330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=3769067301286373330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/3769067301286373330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/3769067301286373330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/farting.html' title='Farting'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-528704638808647530</id><published>2007-10-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:22:10.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Asians</title><content type='html'>Why do some Asians get so butt-hurt when somebody says, "All Asians are smart."  Some guy said, "Tell that to the farmers in China." It's supposed to be a compliment! Anyways, I think a better answer would be, "The DMV is the only test I failed Better yet, I'd add a Fob accent ..Dee eMM Ve. I mean, if they are going to say it, might as well have fun with it if you don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-528704638808647530?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/528704638808647530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=528704638808647530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/528704638808647530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/528704638808647530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/smart-asians.html' title='Smart Asians'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-512813174256940899</id><published>2007-10-07T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:03:42.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>every once in a while check up on your little cousin julie, before she get's too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/purplechickk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-512813174256940899?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/512813174256940899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=512813174256940899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/512813174256940899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/512813174256940899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-4321412480538179775</id><published>2007-10-07T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:50:56.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert</title><content type='html'>Wow. I’m just going to write about this once and I’m not going to think about it anymore, so spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be friends, best friends even. Promised friends, but "F**k that" he says. So fuck him too. I'm sure I'll feel bad about saying it later, but he can't even read it..I've been blocked from his buddy list and everything else. Moreover, I somewhat feel used. Great. ahha. I'll just be more careful next time. "dont trust what u see, trust what u know": title of his myspace today... ahah. that's towards me. so he "knows" I'm bad and not as sweet and innocent as I seem? maybe. But I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know that only 2 ppl in the world read this. nice to know that I can turn to him, too. Although...I usually don't deal with drama, so don't worry! This isn't the standard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, Angela, Albert, Chia, and I. Can’t even say full sentences. Gay. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-4321412480538179775?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/4321412480538179775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=4321412480538179775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/4321412480538179775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/4321412480538179775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/albert.html' title='Albert'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-6371896341789665002</id><published>2007-10-04T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:35:49.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid women thinking</title><content type='html'>Was sitting here and just started wondering....&lt;br /&gt;When a couple really love each other and they decide to get closer in that ahem ahem way, why does the typical woman stop and say, "I love you so much, so I want to wait a little longer." What does that tell the guy?? She's a SLUT with everyone else, but she actually loves him so he doesn't "get any"? Why is it so backwards? Or does it mean she's not sure about her feelings yet so she's gonna sit on it? Or does she say that to every guy in hopes of saving herself for "that special someone" who will never come because she already told him to wait and he left. Women... even I don't understand them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-6371896341789665002?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/6371896341789665002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=6371896341789665002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/6371896341789665002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/6371896341789665002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-women-thinking.html' title='Stupid women thinking'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369483279237028380.post-7771176773944520304</id><published>2007-10-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:51:55.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-up lines..</title><content type='html'>I do understand that it is difficult to talk to a pretty girl....ahem like me. So guys rely on pick-up lines. Totally cool. But there is one problem. Don't be stupid! Don't assume that girls don't know guy topics.&lt;br /&gt;Some guy can up to me and just randomly said,  "If you were a car, you'd be a red Ferrrari."&lt;br /&gt;What am I suposed to say? GEE thanks! so I look high maintanace and incredibly expensive? AND cliche?? Or was he just dull and tought that line was synonymous with "Hot".&lt;br /&gt;If he really wan ted to get my attention he should have said I was like a Vauzhall VX220 or a Pagini Zonda. Or to make me especially happy, a Lotus Elise. I really nice car without the milllionaire price tag. $40k-ish?&lt;br /&gt;But not a red Ferrari. Guys overall don't say we would be one. MOst girls probably don't even know what it really is..they'll just go "racecar?". so stick with the angel fallen from heaven stuff. We're girls. We get that. And we could just hear it, brush you off, and not be thinking about it half a day later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369483279237028380-7771176773944520304?l=slinky9601.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/feeds/7771176773944520304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369483279237028380&amp;postID=7771176773944520304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/7771176773944520304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369483279237028380/posts/default/7771176773944520304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinky9601.blogspot.com/2007/10/pick-up-lines.html' title='Pick-up lines..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535502610619107399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
