<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3080006848952663148</id><updated>2024-11-01T05:34:14.841-04:00</updated><category term="Beginning"/><category term="COMMENT"/><category term="Drunk Pokemon"/><category term="Future Friends Communal Living Pandas"/><category term="If movie posters told the truth"/><category term="Irving the Socially Awkward Bee"/><category term="It&#39;s a Birthday"/><category term="Music Pandora The Dresden Dolls"/><category term="Pens Pencils Physics Drama Murder Betrayal"/><category term="Toys Drama Zubat Brock Anne"/><category term="Within Temptation Sharon den Adel"/><title type='text'>[Adverb] No</title><subtitle type='html'>I don&#39;t agree with anything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-3522908357960489510</id><published>2011-12-01T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:26:33.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;ve decided that I am, in fact, back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I&#39;m really back this time.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not a joke.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s for real.&lt;br /&gt;
So.&lt;br /&gt;
Get ready.&lt;br /&gt;
Because I promise to blow your face off.&lt;br /&gt;
Kinda.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/3522908357960489510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-decided-that-i-am-in-fact-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/3522908357960489510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/3522908357960489510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-decided-that-i-am-in-fact-back.html' title='I&#39;ve decided that I am, in fact, back.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-1564340622756350497</id><published>2011-01-19T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:31:43.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I&#39;m looking for an Unfair Fight.</title><content type='html'>I haven&#39;t posted anything in several hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t really have a reason.&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re not gonna get one from me...&lt;br /&gt;
So HAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;
At any rate, I&#39;ve had a lot of things change for me in the past....reallly long time...and I&#39;m currently a full-time student at the IPFW where I mostly walk around and look awkward during my breaks in class times.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m that guy.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not particularly in a writing mood at the moment, so I&#39;m gonna cut this short, however, I do plan to start writing regularly again...&lt;br /&gt;
Not that it matters...&lt;br /&gt;
Cheers!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/1564340622756350497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-im-looking-for-unfair-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/1564340622756350497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/1564340622756350497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-im-looking-for-unfair-fight.html' title='So I&#39;m looking for an Unfair Fight.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-4810989170294273700</id><published>2010-05-21T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:39:59.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m feeling disconnected -  must have been something I said.</title><content type='html'>So. (Has anyone noticed that I pretty much start out every thought this way?) Today was the last day for exams..and the last day for moving out of the dorms. Needless to say, it was a very stressful day for me... I woke up early, went to my exam, finished at like 12:00 or so, then I went to my room and began chucking things into garbage bags and throwing them away. Even after I did this, I still had a bunch of crap. But, since I have so much experience from moving around like a million times I managed to fit my fridge, microwave, tv, two large bins, a trashcan containing my movies and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; electronics, and my over-sized laundry basket into Winston (my Honda). I&#39;m just amazing like that. There&#39;s still room in the passenger seat too. Sadly enough, there was no way for me to fit my carpet or my futon :[&lt;br /&gt;
After I was done moving everything, I had to clean teh room. I only swept and closed the blinds. Thay accepted it as being clean, so I was like, &quot;cool.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Then I had to go to work :[&lt;br /&gt;
Some really rude lady came in and pretty much set me off... I was really emotional for no reason and I very nearly cried in front of her. But I reigned in my madness and I was very kind to her... The instant she left I started convulsing and almost broke down. But, we were busy, so I stuttered and shook my way through order after order until Riley came in and gave me a flower. (Thoughtful, no?)&lt;br /&gt;
So. Then I was more or less alright. But I got busy again for the next 2 hours and didn&#39;t get anything done that I usually get done before I lock up. I was like...hours behind, and I was still twitchy about what happened with that lady...I think it had to do with me being sleep-deprived and stressed over exams and not feeling adequate...then she showed up and tried to imply that I was stupid and that she was in some way superior. If I&#39;d been in to position to lash out at her, I would&#39;ve commented that nobody with her hair could ever be superior to me.&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever. She&#39;s probably stressed herself and it&#39;s possible she may ave unintentionally lashed out at me. It happens sometimes. It doesn&#39;t make it right, but I&#39;m not the type of person not to consider others&#39; feelings. Well, I am. But only on occasion. Like when I&#39;m joking or I&#39;m just really disconnected from the topic.&lt;br /&gt;
Freh.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m really really tired. I&#39;d like to sleep for days. But I still have a few things to do tomorrow. Then after that, I&#39;m free!!!! Except for work.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s still an upside.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/4810989170294273700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-feeling-disconnected-must-have-been.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4810989170294273700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4810989170294273700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-feeling-disconnected-must-have-been.html' title='I&#39;m feeling disconnected -  must have been something I said.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-6551367670553171223</id><published>2010-05-05T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:21:22.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How did we get here? I used to know you so well...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was the faculty Rockband Concert!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
For those of you who are not familiar with Manchester College customs, this means that the faculty dropped their semi-professional personas and replaced them with raucous musical instruments...&lt;br /&gt;
My Analytical Chemistry professor took up a bass guitar, my Physics professor took up a drum set, several electric guitars and a freaking flute!!!! (And lemme just say that the flute has probably got to be one of the sexiest instruments ever...next to the violin, of course...) The Botany professor totally killed some Santana with his supafly guitar skillz, and one of the most demure English/Gender Studies professors belted &quot;Proud Mary&quot; as if she were some kind of diva... Needless to say the entire experience was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;
Katharine&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Ings is hot. She did this whole intro thing where she talked all salaciously and such. It was mildly uncomfortable, but it was still a good time. She was backed up by 3 other professors (Kate Eisenbise - she teaches my Christian Traditions class, and Jena Oke - an art professor and some other professor I&#39;ve never had before...) Anyways, they opened the show, and it was wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;
It only got better after that because Dr. Clark switched out his drum set for a flute and just blew everyone away..and right after that, he picked up a guitar and performed &quot;Money&quot; (originally by Pink Floyd) with Dr. Hicks and Judd Case (One of the most fabulous communications professors ever!)&lt;br /&gt;
Later, prof. Case took the lead on Bon Jovi&#39;s &quot;It&#39;s My Life.&quot; and in the nature of a true communications professor, he used a talk box...A legit talk box. That&#39;s hella cool.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways. The entire show was amazing. Siren and I were rather stunned and amazed at how fluid all of the professors were. We were also convinced that perhaps Katharine Ings would end the show by singing a Lady GaGa number...Sadly to say, the final song was infact Journey&#39;s &quot;Don&#39;t Stop Believin&#39;.&quot; I could&#39;ve just killed everyone in that damn audience..I despise Journey...and that damn song is still stuck in my head...&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever. I&#39;m still swooning from Greg&#39;s fabulous flute playin&#39; and his stunning guitar skillz (he double picked like a champ!) I just wish it could have lasted longer... I hope I can get a tape from Jenna. I will totally post it if I can get my hands on one...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/6551367670553171223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-did-we-get-here-i-used-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6551367670553171223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6551367670553171223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-did-we-get-here-i-used-to-know-you.html' title='How did we get here? I used to know you so well...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-6542050967044227686</id><published>2010-05-05T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:42:38.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She has a little creepy cat and a little creepy bat , little rocking chair and an old blue hat...</title><content type='html'>My darling Carrie has also responded to my request. She said that she would choose to live in a painting by Van Gogh (She also said she&#39;d like to live in one of Monet&#39;s water lily paintings as well as one of Salvador Dali&#39;s floppy clock painting. Normally I&#39;d be inclined to post something by Dali, but I! So, for your viewing pleasure, here is Starry Night:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u189/chinistb/1b-Van_Gogh-Starry_Night-1024X768.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u189/chinistb/1b-Van_Gogh-Starry_Night-1024X768.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s clearly very beautiful, and I can easily imagine four best friends - stretched out on the ground marveling at the heavens while they talk about the future and their imminent separation... They&#39;ll always have the memory of that night emblazoned in their minds: shooting stars burning across the sky - proof that their friendship matters and that they&#39;ll always have each other, regardless of where their lives take them... I&#39;d like to think that maybe this is what Van Gogh had in mind when he painted this&lt;br /&gt;
When I look at the stars, I can see my friends. As long as we have the night sky, we&#39;re together. So distance be damned!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/6542050967044227686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-has-little-creepy-cat-and-little.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6542050967044227686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6542050967044227686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-has-little-creepy-cat-and-little.html' title='She has a little creepy cat and a little creepy bat , little rocking chair and an old blue hat...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-1805155148465425273</id><published>2010-05-03T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:45:39.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&#39;Cause I do not accept any less than someone just as real, as fabulous.</title><content type='html'>My darling, wonderful Jimenez responded to my request, and this is the painting that she would live in if she could:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myfavoriteniche.com/library/VanGogh-TheNightCafe.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;http://www.myfavoriteniche.com/library/VanGogh-TheNightCafe.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can totally see why she picked this... She&#39;d just sit there in this room and eat...which is her favorite thing to do... She&#39;s probably eating right now... And that&#39;s why I love her... And well...I&#39;d definitely take a little vacation from my Kandinsky and spend a few hours eating in this cafe with her while we talked trash about everyone else and ate lots of food and hit on the cute waiters...&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for sharing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/1805155148465425273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/05/cause-i-do-not-accept-any-less-than.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/1805155148465425273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/1805155148465425273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/05/cause-i-do-not-accept-any-less-than.html' title='&#39;Cause I do not accept any less than someone just as real, as fabulous.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-3647676236306856080</id><published>2010-04-23T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:36:59.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho-babble all upon your lips</title><content type='html'>I swear I&#39;ve walked into this painting like a hundred times and I still keep coming back to it. I think it&#39;s time for you all to enjoy it as well:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://web.ics.purdue.edu/%7Epsnaea/kandinsky.comp-7.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;265&quot; src=&quot;http://web.ics.purdue.edu/%7Epsnaea/kandinsky.comp-7.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It&#39;s a Kandinsky.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s pretty much all you need to know. It&#39;s vibrant. It&#39;s explosive. It&#39;s so not content with being just a painting. I wish I could live in it. I&#39;d trip about the landscape, learning new features and finding crazy-cool things to pique my interest. I don&#39;t think I could ever get bored in a world like this.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways. This is the part where I extend an invitation to you all, my readers, my friends: all two of you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If you could live in a painting,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;which one would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Be sure to explain your reasoning, even though some paintings might be self-explanatory. Also, you don&#39;t have to limit yourself to just one painting. If artists did that, they&#39;d prolly get hella bored. So, if you&#39;ve got more than one painting in mind (I know I do...) then list &#39;em off, bitchez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt; I look forward to reading your responses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I better get responses.&lt;br /&gt;
Because this topic is golden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So, yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/3647676236306856080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/psycho-babble-all-upon-your-lips.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/3647676236306856080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/3647676236306856080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/psycho-babble-all-upon-your-lips.html' title='Psycho-babble all upon your lips'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-6866264843336304060</id><published>2010-04-20T00:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:56:42.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And no you can&#39;t have my number...&#39;cause I lost my phone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I found this and I decided that I should share it with you, because I care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;Side note: I don&#39;t care. Ever. Make no mistake about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But on a serious note: I really do care...some of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;But I only do it when I have to or when it suits my needs on a personal level.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;And even then, it&#39;s likely that I&#39;m being very disingenuous or duplicitous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m just a bastard like that...oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 class=&quot;entry-title&quot;&gt;10 Signs That You Might Be An Idiot&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;entry-meta entry-header&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;author vcard&quot;&gt;Written by &lt;a class=&quot;url fn&quot; href=&quot;http://blog.sarcasmsociety.com/author/admin/&quot; title=&quot;View all 
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2. You press the already lit elevator button.&lt;br /&gt;
3. You get two pizzas, both half cheese and half pepperoni.&lt;br /&gt;
4. You get confused by the Starbucks cup sizes.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;5. You think that cats are smart because they are aloof [(What is a loof?)].&lt;br /&gt;
6. You are a self-professed vegetarian who eats fish.&lt;br /&gt;
7. You have a nervous breakdown when asked to not use the word ‘like’ so  often.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;8. You send out your resume on cute stationery [(So putting my previous work experience on the Cats with Hats stationary is a bad idea?)].&lt;br /&gt;
9. You think you are saving money by buying things you don’t need during  a sale.&lt;br /&gt;
10. You blame all your failures on anyone but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;*By these definitions, everyone I love is an idiot. I&#39;m quite alright with that.*&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/6866264843336304060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-no-you-cant-have-my-numbercause-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6866264843336304060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6866264843336304060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-no-you-cant-have-my-numbercause-i.html' title='And no you can&#39;t have my number...&#39;cause I lost my phone...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-4219285539717564988</id><published>2010-04-19T23:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:11:45.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery loves company - and company loves more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is a hamster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.epuls.pl/klubowe/521/521461_l/user/Hamtaro.gif&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not really sure where I was going with this. I&#39;m convinced that it was really interesting though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Oh well. Deal with this, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You know you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/4219285539717564988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/misery-loves-company-and-company-loves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4219285539717564988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4219285539717564988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/misery-loves-company-and-company-loves.html' title='Misery loves company - and company loves more.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-2755000949654737012</id><published>2010-04-18T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:54:49.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I&#39;m bound to say that I&#39;m bound to stay.</title><content type='html'>I just got back from taking pictures and running around in nature with Jamie and Siren.&lt;br /&gt;
Lemme just say, it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;
We went to the park at first, but there were an abundance of children...so we left. Who the hell brings children to a park - that just ruins all of the fun...&lt;br /&gt;
We ended up at the Public Access site instead. It&#39;s not the park, but it&#39;s still really beautiful. We all ran around like crazy people and we took pictures of each other. We also made a video. I might post it. I don&#39;t think there&#39;s really much of a a demand for that sort of thing, though but it could still happen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.yankeechick.com/photogallery/Kite%20flying%20demo.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://www.yankeechick.com/photogallery/Kite%20flying%20demo.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Regardless, we had a really great time just chillin&#39; and being amazing while documenting how amazing and wonderful we are. I wish we could do this sort of thing every day. It was pretty much perfect, and could only have been improved if there were more people involved (Jeana, Kimble, Carrie, Cassandra, Surah) and if there were kites. I love kites. We should all fly kites every day. I think that would make the world a much happier and beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;
Like, when you&#39;re feeling stressed and just hate everything, just stop what you&#39;re doing and go fly a freaking kite. All your problems will seem so simple and easily fixed. Everything in your life will dissolve into peaceful tranquility for just a few moments, at least, and life would again be worth living.&lt;br /&gt;
So go fly a kite. Fly a damn kite. Make your day brighter with a supafly kite.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/2755000949654737012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-im-bound-to-say-that-im-bound-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/2755000949654737012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/2755000949654737012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-im-bound-to-say-that-im-bound-to.html' title='So I&#39;m bound to say that I&#39;m bound to stay.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-4822215756806056417</id><published>2010-04-17T14:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:06:32.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting ready to move on, but you don&#39;t like it.</title><content type='html'>So, please, someone, tell me exactly how friggin&#39; nerdy I am. I&#39;ve decided to build a Yu-Gi-Oh deck...&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah. That&#39;s pretty lame, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
Well. I&#39;m convinced that it&#39;s a good idea. So. I&#39;m gonna do it. And I&#39;ve decided that it&#39;s going to be fairy themed.&lt;br /&gt;
This seems like the obvious choice for me since the fairies are the most visually appealing cards and they&#39;re fairly beastly if used correctly.&lt;br /&gt;
They&#39;re also the most compatible with making a counter/heal deck, which is exactly what I want. So I&#39;ve filled it with monsters who give me bonuses when counter-traps are used and with ones that heal my life points. I&#39;m not really sure if this is enough of a strategy for me to actually put up much of a fight against anyone else (my main opponents will probably be Siren and Michael) but I&#39;m pretty confident that mah fairies will be adorable and sassy (Roflz, I did that just for you, Jeana) enough to hold their own against pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They&#39;ll all pretty much look like this: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070101010215/yugioh/images/4/45/HystericFairyLON-EN-C.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070101010215/yugioh/images/4/45/HystericFairyLON-EN-C.jpg&quot; width=&quot;220&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090202030709/yugioh/images/0/00/GuardianAngelJoanSDRL-EN-C-1E.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090202030709/yugioh/images/0/00/GuardianAngelJoanSDRL-EN-C-1E.jpg&quot; width=&quot;220&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;They&#39;re super adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/4822215756806056417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-getting-ready-to-move-on-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4822215756806056417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4822215756806056417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-getting-ready-to-move-on-but-you.html' title='I am getting ready to move on, but you don&#39;t like it.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-3614495689318696250</id><published>2010-04-14T22:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T03:15:58.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come dance with me - and don&#39;t you fake it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I wrote this today so that I would have something to read for the poetry slam that one of the clubs at Manchester was hosting. I didn&#39;t really have too much time to prepare it, but I&#39;m pretty happy about how it turned out. Leave me comments and tell me what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not really invested in this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;by David Sahli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Please, correct me if I&#39;m wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You see, my English isn&#39;t so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So, it&#39;s possible that I may have misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;your intent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Could it be that possibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;you have an issue with me, being me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39;Cause, see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I was just minding my own -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and singing -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;not noticing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And in the bliss of my fabulous existence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I seem to have stumbled into your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;sad excuse for a reality -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;a mistake I won&#39;t soon make again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;when I tried to leave -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;to get back to my swingin&#39; world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;of sparkles and kittens -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;smitten with my zest for livin&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and being carefree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;chose to engage me in casual dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;&#39;Ey, faggot!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I believe is what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And I must say that I was quite impressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;that you could articulate such a complex sentiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;without incurring a cerebral hemorrhage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You were so original, so divisive, and so concise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s as if you&#39;ve known me my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Out of mild annoyance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and lack of intrigue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I accepted your welcoming invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;to this stimulating conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Without a second&#39;s hesitation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I unleashed my reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;just between your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And with a practiced motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I stepped around the fractured remains of your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;dripping countenance and left you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;more or less,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;the way I found you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;swollen-faced and uninteresting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-738815781903864918</id><published>2010-04-14T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:10:00.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of a war-drum.</title><content type='html'>So now that I&#39;m no longer going to be a rich doctor, I&#39;m going to have to change my future plans, just a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;For instance, I&#39;ll be living in a much smaller house, so I don&#39;t  think my friends will be able to live with me...&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;ll just be me  and my pandas.&lt;br /&gt;
As you&#39;ll notice, these aren&#39;t real pandas. See, I&#39;ll be too damn poor  to afford to be able to keep real pandas, so I&#39;ll sublimate my affection  for those little bears by surrounding myself with silly imitations of  the real thing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0olaTCLhaRsFOSKOXQEW3ECQFvIxl-JF46yJvgtC0fQMYt_Pnx4na_iPwstrYscwV47hrogiSr3nMPLvtZynKsKdH9RfUEoBCrJsL9plxXPo2QgT2lwxAdijOdsFdysTnw2PrY2pctxP/s1600/Falcon.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0olaTCLhaRsFOSKOXQEW3ECQFvIxl-JF46yJvgtC0fQMYt_Pnx4na_iPwstrYscwV47hrogiSr3nMPLvtZynKsKdH9RfUEoBCrJsL9plxXPo2QgT2lwxAdijOdsFdysTnw2PrY2pctxP/s320/Falcon.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not having money will make it increasingly difficult for me to find someone with whom I can share my life, so in order to satisfy my need for companionship, I&#39;ll become a falconer. My falcon and I will go everywhere together; I&#39;d even take it with me to the grocery store so we could do our shopping together.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGGTNmHhlQNUB_-1OMvW9JsSiqxFXU7G1kmmDIXV1Tq63IkO-EkSX_8jkfTKD362luT6DomJl60VQH0ff_W6Y1l9XDkll0JQAejdU9bAF6l_K9gVQTEvV-n8Pc4kA83lIWt6i8G6xMVXo/s1600/Horse+Bike.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGGTNmHhlQNUB_-1OMvW9JsSiqxFXU7G1kmmDIXV1Tq63IkO-EkSX_8jkfTKD362luT6DomJl60VQH0ff_W6Y1l9XDkll0JQAejdU9bAF6l_K9gVQTEvV-n8Pc4kA83lIWt6i8G6xMVXo/s320/Horse+Bike.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Horse-Bike hybrid will be my main form of transportation. I&#39;ll ride it to work, and to the grocery store, and to pretty much wherever I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;
Because, honestly, who needs a car when you&#39;ve got a sweet ride like this, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqamitdSAnd0-rvh1QaUQtzj7Niw1L_EONWxFhdR3jyavyBXIBjWfypQtz7XxalObsiJ-J6qvIhfTUIW4sxdr9KZxv6fcKYio0r0G-5Te1k1lb8402uc86oWHJvm0Q1VXIdo95DOsofNN/s1600/Pig+piano.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqamitdSAnd0-rvh1QaUQtzj7Niw1L_EONWxFhdR3jyavyBXIBjWfypQtz7XxalObsiJ-J6qvIhfTUIW4sxdr9KZxv6fcKYio0r0G-5Te1k1lb8402uc86oWHJvm0Q1VXIdo95DOsofNN/s320/Pig+piano.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;ll have to appear cultured and highly sophisticated, since teachers are constantly being judged for that sort of thing, so I&#39;ll keep a piano in the sitting room. This is probably the classiest piano I&#39;ll be able to afford, so I&#39;ll show it off with pride. I guess this means that some time in the future I&#39;ll have to re-learn how to play... Meh, I&#39;ve got time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxRZGmKiVbT5oak-afG21VwCwSvfe-FSfS3rcbIDs20zgYylz-sLCqGEQmd7H_oRuIhzaSMClN2JhAadlS7zfRBZEPTNf-PE7LoBUQl27k2L4FyUn5G3_SUCz0_zll9oDDIGNGwlgS7xg/s1600/Get+off+my+lawn.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxRZGmKiVbT5oak-afG21VwCwSvfe-FSfS3rcbIDs20zgYylz-sLCqGEQmd7H_oRuIhzaSMClN2JhAadlS7zfRBZEPTNf-PE7LoBUQl27k2L4FyUn5G3_SUCz0_zll9oDDIGNGwlgS7xg/s320/Get+off+my+lawn.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And once I&#39;m too old to be considered &#39;hip&#39; by my students, I&#39;ll have to adopt the persona of an old shut-in, which won&#39;t be difficult at all. I&#39;ll post this sign in my yard so that the neighborhood children will stay off of my lawn. This&#39;ll save me the trouble of yelling at them and shaking my fists...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/738815781903864918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/counting-bodies-like-sheep-to-rhythm-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/738815781903864918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/738815781903864918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/counting-bodies-like-sheep-to-rhythm-of.html' title='Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of a war-drum.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIjzgW-XhthgveNCaHiuDvS2F9e0P4hj5kuwAHifAwqkajI2Z0eSzEJa3dSLaYlbSiEKjfbym042QKH7dOb3ezb4tsFxXfb-rmTtyJSsxBQul_S8Of7JUQwj32FxaU34DNpp4odRQM0bl/s72-c/Panda+Haus.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-4054618867587346737</id><published>2010-04-13T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:28:40.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You don&#39;t scare me.</title><content type='html'>Today, my tea-leaves warned me against being sedentary. They told me that I should strive to be more independent and that, though I&#39;m already adaptable, I should strive to alter my environment as well as myself. They also said that I&#39;ve gotten slightly complacent, which is a bad thing; but, this situation is easily remedied and I shouldn&#39;t stress about it too much because I&#39;m going to work it out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;
At least this is how I interpreted the dregs of my peppermint tea (There was a tree with a large root-system with a cat next to it, all towards the center with the cat closest to the side with the handle.).&lt;br /&gt;
I think this was a success.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I found this. I hope it makes you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEQTSvZUae6UmY2cnNSX-EK8G74GoGl4YBlam1LmaAOFlIYtltMDnSiSiytMQNMJvghTEoDYOaMkfJJngH3H3SUKPTLy0akqDZXTXl0Fen62GuQ-qpYEQLQmZOm3imtZwekng48PwFDMi/s1600/engrish-funny-allowed-pregnant.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;291&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEQTSvZUae6UmY2cnNSX-EK8G74GoGl4YBlam1LmaAOFlIYtltMDnSiSiytMQNMJvghTEoDYOaMkfJJngH3H3SUKPTLy0akqDZXTXl0Fen62GuQ-qpYEQLQmZOm3imtZwekng48PwFDMi/s400/engrish-funny-allowed-pregnant.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I know I did.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/4054618867587346737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-dont-scare-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4054618867587346737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4054618867587346737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-dont-scare-me.html' title='You don&#39;t scare me.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEQTSvZUae6UmY2cnNSX-EK8G74GoGl4YBlam1LmaAOFlIYtltMDnSiSiytMQNMJvghTEoDYOaMkfJJngH3H3SUKPTLy0akqDZXTXl0Fen62GuQ-qpYEQLQmZOm3imtZwekng48PwFDMi/s72-c/engrish-funny-allowed-pregnant.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-6639980879867358178</id><published>2010-04-08T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:02:45.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But that wasn&#39;t me, that was alter-ego. That wasn&#39;t me, that was Johnny Rockets...</title><content type='html'>I just got back from meeting with the head of the Education department and the Chair of the Spanish Language departments. They said I&#39;m slightly behind as far as the language classes go, but I am perfectly on track for the rest. So. I&#39;ve just gotta take a few extra credit hours, spend a semester in Spain or Mexico, and then I&#39;m all set to graduate on time! I&#39;m hella excited!&lt;br /&gt;
On a less boring note, I&#39;ve been listening to a lot of music lately. And that makes me happy. I&#39;ve really gotten into this band called Chemlab and I&#39;ve rediscovered some old favorites like Missy Elliot, Powerman 5000, old school Rihanna, Adele. I&#39;ve prolly been spending too mush time in this endeavor, but I&#39;m really happy about it, so I don&#39;t care too much.&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow, I don&#39;t have any classes. They&#39;re canceled because there&#39;s a student symposium going on and we&#39;re supposed to go to it and evaluate the speakers. I&#39;ll be taking the time allocated for that to sleep and prolly plan out the rest of my schedule for next year.&lt;br /&gt;
Right now, I&#39;m going to take a nap. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;
Laterz.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/6639980879867358178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/but-that-wasnt-me-that-was-alter-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6639980879867358178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6639980879867358178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/but-that-wasnt-me-that-was-alter-ego.html' title='But that wasn&#39;t me, that was alter-ego. That wasn&#39;t me, that was Johnny Rockets...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-5111308942562606732</id><published>2010-04-08T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:31:39.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And in the crush of the dark, I&#39;ll be your light in the mist.</title><content type='html'>Today was fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;
I actually went to Christian Traditions today! And while in the class, I had an epiphany! I&#39;ve decided to change my major from Pre-Med to Education. My new plan is to become a High School level Spanish teacher!&lt;br /&gt;
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;
I know this doesn&#39;t seem like much to be happy about, but I&#39;m so thrilled! I can&#39;t even begin to tell you how free I feel right now! I&#39;m just so, I don&#39;t even know! I&#39;m no longer under all of the pressure to be Mr. Science. I don&#39;t have to be stuck doing something just because I can. I can just do what I want to do, and be good at it! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;
So,&amp;nbsp; all of this happened during class, so I wasn&#39;t really paying attention to anything my professor was saying.&lt;br /&gt;
After class, I went to Improv. practice. It was really fun. I met up with Dorothy and Taryn afterwards and we went to dinner together. It was raining when we finished, so the three of us decided to play in the rain. We met up with some other people on the Mall and we played frisbee for like 2 hours. Once we were completely soaked, Taryn, Dorothy, and I went into one of the women&#39;s showers in East Hall and we took a shower together. It was hysterical. We put our wet clothes in the drier in the basement and we watched The Producers while we waited for them.&lt;br /&gt;
We didn&#39;t get to finish the movie before we had to leave for US, but that&#39;s alright. I had fun.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/5111308942562606732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-in-crush-of-dark-ill-be-your-light.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/5111308942562606732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/5111308942562606732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-in-crush-of-dark-ill-be-your-light.html' title='And in the crush of the dark, I&#39;ll be your light in the mist.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-576436309516818186</id><published>2010-04-05T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:33:37.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;ll never let you sweep me off my feet.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t go to Christian Traditions today &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll definitely go Wednesday! I want to see what the professor made of my quiz. I took the liberty of writing in extra options for the multiple choice questions. I think she&#39;ll find them amusing. Yes, either that or she&#39;ll finally decide that I&#39;m not taking her class seriously enough and that I should be repudiated immediately :3&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s a picture of a dolphin swimming with a cow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fredriksarnblad.files.wordpress.com/2006/08/dolphins1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://fredriksarnblad.files.wordpress.com/2006/08/dolphins1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;224&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I hope you enjoyed this. I&#39;ll be writing more soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Maybe...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/576436309516818186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-never-let-you-sweep-me-off-my-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/576436309516818186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/576436309516818186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-never-let-you-sweep-me-off-my-feet.html' title='I&#39;ll never let you sweep me off my feet.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-4942878639277708774</id><published>2010-04-04T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:57:13.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn&#39;t something missing? Isn&#39;t someone missing me?</title><content type='html'>Today was Easter. How lame is that? I didn&#39;t really do much. I chilled out, read some stuff for chemistry, reviewed things for other classes. A little earlier I made some fantastic vegan/vegetarian enchiladas. I took a package of tofu and sautéed it together with some seasonings. Then I added in some rice and beans to it and heated everything through. I rolled everything into flour tortillas; I added cheese to some, and I made two without cheese. Then I put the rolled tortillas in a pan, covered them with sauce and I let them heat through for a few minutes. Everyone really liked them! I was pretty psyched. I&#39;ll prolly have to make them again some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I don&#39;t really have much more to say now. Classes start up again tomorrow, so I&#39;m not too thrilled, but I think this half of the semester will be a little more exciting than the last half.&lt;br /&gt;
Here&#39;s hoping!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;3&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve just recently set up a profile on LastFm. Well. I&#39;ve set up a new profile and I&#39;ve deleted my old one. I used to be PandaMafia, but I am now SillySahli on LastFm. I think it&#39;s rather befitting. Since SillySahli is now my name for pretty much everything. Whatever. Here&#39;s a link to my profile:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.last.fm/user/SillySahli&quot;&gt;http://www.last.fm/user/SillySahli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;You should check it out and maybe make a profile of your own. Add me as a friend if you decide to join. We can compare music tastes and whatnot. It&#39;ll be amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://media.ebaumsworld.com/picture/star4ucker/birthdays.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://media.ebaumsworld.com/picture/star4ucker/birthdays.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Today is also Siren&#39;s birthday. I&#39;m going to decorate the house for him since he&#39;s pretty much convinced that he&#39;s the only person in the world who can throw together a birthday party... I swear his ego&#39;s finally gotten bigger than his hair...and probably his feet, as well. Oh well. It&#39;ll add to the surprise. I can&#39;t wait to see his reaction. He&#39;ll prolly just act like he&#39;s been inconvenienced or something hilarious like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Wish me luck! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/5941542638678340579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-he-goes-my-baby-walks-so-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/5941542638678340579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/5941542638678340579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-he-goes-my-baby-walks-so-slow.html' title='There he goes; my baby walks so slow.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-5741474405239870841</id><published>2010-04-01T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:07:26.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And it&#39;s not the weather; hand me my leather.</title><content type='html'>So. I&#39;ve decided to add a playlist freh to my page so that everyone can listen to my music with me. It&#39;ll prolly change at least every week, but sometimes it&#39;ll change more often than that. I&#39;m hoping to be able to keep the list down to only 10 songs so that no one is overwhelmed, but I can&#39;t really make any promises. I hope there&#39;s enough variety in the list for all of you, I&#39;m pretty eclectic and I don&#39;t really turn down any kind of music, except country. I usually just need time to find something I like about a song. After that, I&#39;m usually hooked.&lt;br /&gt;
So. Get used to hearing some crazy noises an&#39; such whenever you check mah page. Lemme know if you want the music to stop auto-playing. I&#39;ll change it up to make things more convenient for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
You all are amazing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/5741474405239870841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-its-not-weather-hand-me-my-leather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/5741474405239870841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/5741474405239870841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-its-not-weather-hand-me-my-leather.html' title='And it&#39;s not the weather; hand me my leather.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-4910278353717670106</id><published>2010-03-31T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:41:22.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I think not; it&#39;s never to become, for I am not the one.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I woke up at 8:30 am to take Siren and Jamie to Wabash. Siren got his car there and he spent the day with his mom and one of his friends. Jamie and I got back to Manchester at around 11:00 am or so. I took some time to walk around and I picked flowers and enjoyed the weather. I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve ever had as much fun on a solo walk before. It was absolutely perfect. I got back at around 2:00pm or so and I chilled with Franky. He and I listened to music and he played some silly game on his computer while I silently judged some people I saw through the window of the apartment. He went to work. I stayed back. I started drawing and writing. I&#39;ve been drawing a lot lately. I&#39;d absolutely love to share some of my stuff, but I&#39;m far too lazy to scan anything, so. I suppose you&#39;re all grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not really sure how the rest of my night went. I&#39;m sure it was squandered by reading or drawing or some other form of useless activity.&lt;br /&gt;
Today, Jamie was supposed to come over here so we could take pictures for our Tarot deck. The weather is rather perfect for Temperance (which would be me, in case you were wondering). I don&#39;t think it&#39;s going to happen though, she&#39;s been really tired and she should prolly just sleep or something. I, on the other hand, have slept far too much and am ready to go back to not sleeping at all.&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow, I&#39;m supposed to be helping Al move some of her furniture from her parents&#39; house to her apartment. I&#39;m not really looking forward to the manual labor aspect, but it&#39;s something to do, and I just can&#39;t resist the need to help a friend (Well, I could if I wanted to, but it&#39;s just easier to go along with myself sometimes, I can be pretty persuasive.). I&#39;m not sure what&#39;s going on after that. I might go see a movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;
Suggestions would be fabulous! (Comments...)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/4910278353717670106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-i-think-not-its-never-to-become-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4910278353717670106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/4910278353717670106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-i-think-not-its-never-to-become-for.html' title='No, I think not; it&#39;s never to become, for I am not the one.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-3585259060795188379</id><published>2010-03-31T00:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:46:02.043-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Irving the Socially Awkward Bee"/><title type='text'>I&#39;m feeling rough, I&#39;m feeling raw, I&#39;m in the prime of my life.</title><content type='html'>If I were a bee, my name would be Irving and this would be a daily occurrence...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height=&quot;364&quot; width=&quot;445&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/m353UIbP5cU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/m353UIbP5cU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily enough, I&#39;m not a bee and I have a better command of the English language than most everyone I know and I&#39;m confident enough not to need anyone else&#39;s approval (It just helps to have it sometimes ;). I&#39;m glad I could share this with you. And I&#39;m glad that there are still people who read this poor excuse for a blog... I really need to start getting ideas an&#39; such. I&#39;m just usually too convinced that the constant rambling neuroticism that&#39;s become a permanent fixture in my psyche is a bit too much for these poor Interwebz to handle, much less my readers. Lemme know if this pathetic reasoning doesn&#39;t work for you. Perhaps you might be able to sway me into writing something of actual substance? You&#39;ll never know until you try!&lt;br /&gt;
Love and Light!&lt;br /&gt;
-Davido</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/3585259060795188379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-feeling-rough-im-feeling-raw-im-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/3585259060795188379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/3585259060795188379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-feeling-rough-im-feeling-raw-im-in.html' title='I&#39;m feeling rough, I&#39;m feeling raw, I&#39;m in the prime of my life.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-3385587445718458071</id><published>2010-03-30T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:39:22.974-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="COMMENT"/><title type='text'>I believe in peace, Bitch!</title><content type='html'>So, as you all know, I&#39;m incredibly needy and I require constant validation. I can only get this validation if you comment on my stuff. So, erm..... Everyone should get on that, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s a picture of a weird panda thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7l6gh50yumRjBAy7BBxAVYOYX9mP8KWjozlaGi6n3PbHv-vwz_jpRO3H_cWuSMJyfZ9-NcBnguuOUCCiTBUfFStVAGAc9ziayvZgjhT98pHsI5qrdAhKLrXVm2Kt0Wf9Es91DhasHKUo/s1600/the-rainbow-vomiting-pandas-of-interestingness-22774-1236891941-15.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7l6gh50yumRjBAy7BBxAVYOYX9mP8KWjozlaGi6n3PbHv-vwz_jpRO3H_cWuSMJyfZ9-NcBnguuOUCCiTBUfFStVAGAc9ziayvZgjhT98pHsI5qrdAhKLrXVm2Kt0Wf9Es91DhasHKUo/s320/the-rainbow-vomiting-pandas-of-interestingness-22774-1236891941-15.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So. Yeah. That&#39;s all...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/3385587445718458071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believe-in-peace-bitch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/3385587445718458071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/3385587445718458071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believe-in-peace-bitch.html' title='I believe in peace, Bitch!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7l6gh50yumRjBAy7BBxAVYOYX9mP8KWjozlaGi6n3PbHv-vwz_jpRO3H_cWuSMJyfZ9-NcBnguuOUCCiTBUfFStVAGAc9ziayvZgjhT98pHsI5qrdAhKLrXVm2Kt0Wf9Es91DhasHKUo/s72-c/the-rainbow-vomiting-pandas-of-interestingness-22774-1236891941-15.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-2888082780877101110</id><published>2010-03-28T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:53:55.528-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drunk Pokemon"/><title type='text'>With his power he banishes his followers, and sentences them to his own personal sins...</title><content type='html'>Well. There was too much excitement for just one post. So. Here&#39;s another video that we made:&lt;br /&gt;
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In this video, I&#39;m Brock and Ash, Siren is Zubat and Pikachu. You&#39;ll notice that our castle that we&#39;d previously built is guarded by Anubis, the Egyptian god of the Underworld. Best guard dog ever! We really enjoyed making this video. We&#39;re not really sure how it started, or why Pikachu was a drunk, but that&#39;s just how these things go I guess.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/2888082780877101110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-his-power-he-banishes-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/2888082780877101110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/2888082780877101110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-his-power-he-banishes-his.html' title='With his power he banishes his followers, and sentences them to his own personal sins...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080006848952663148.post-6403501671693749897</id><published>2010-03-28T18:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:33:24.027-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Toys Drama Zubat Brock Anne"/><title type='text'>The kids are united and they will never be divided! Play this game right!</title><content type='html'>So. Friday night was the first night of Spring Break! I was quite pumped, needless to say. I love not being obligated to follow any kind of rigid schedule; it allows for more naps. Anyways, a few of my friends went to Al&#39;s house to get hunkled and play with legos. We made some videos. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here, Siren is the voice of Zubat, Al is Anne, and I&#39;m the Stingray and the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this one, Siren is still Zubat, I&#39;m Brock and the Stingray, Al is the Pac-Man pokéball.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/feeds/6403501671693749897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/kids-are-united-and-they-will-never-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6403501671693749897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080006848952663148/posts/default/6403501671693749897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysahli.blogspot.com/2010/03/kids-are-united-and-they-will-never-be.html' title='The kids are united and they will never be divided! Play this game right!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14648436100860755630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mKGoS5hpEA/SyXVcFWT26I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Er2mpq-ICOY/S220/ME!!!!!!!!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>