<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EFQ34_eCp7ImA9Wx9WEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838</id><updated>2011-01-17T00:20:12.040-05:00</updated><title>Free to Dance</title><subtitle type='html'>My life is a musical.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04ERno_fCp7ImA9Wx9WEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-901496261353938080</id><published>2011-01-14T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:31:47.444-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-16T00:31:47.444-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS is a bitch and so am I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Denmark-ese love me.'/><title>"Can I ask you a question please? Promise you won't laugh at me."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4hFP5onT14"&gt;Black Roses Red - Alana Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a fantastic song. I totally recommend that you check it out. I forgot about it, but I used to listen to it all the time after I saw the first Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So. I was thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I first made this blog, I had no idea what to name it, so I just adopted the name of my email address from jr. high school. I was thinking about it today, and I'm considering changing it to "The Labor of Thinking" or "Underage Thinking", but I don't know. It's been a weird evening and I'm pretty sure that I'm PMSing like a bitch. What do you guys think? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, a public service announcement:&lt;br /&gt;
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COME ON, DENMARK!!! YOU'RE LETTING CANADA CATCH UP WITH YOU! HOW WORTHLESS WOULD YOU FEEL THEN?!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-901496261353938080?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/901496261353938080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=901496261353938080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/901496261353938080?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/901496261353938080?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-i-ask-you-question-please-promise.html' title='&quot;Can I ask you a question please? Promise you won&apos;t laugh at me.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TTEAS92Wi5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/fJjGDbdMrdI/s72-c/Denmark.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQFSXs9fCp7ImA9Wx9XGEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-7015216521109749531</id><published>2011-01-12T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:51:58.564-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-12T23:51:58.564-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a dancing fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music is pretty much my life'/><title>"Oh, a kiss can last all night!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E59pM6TuZqM"&gt;Sexy Silk - Jessie J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More about this song later. Love love love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So my friend Jay and I spent almost an hour last night creating a sexy playlist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[What else do you expect from two nerdy, church going teenagers? This really should have been expected.]&lt;br /&gt;
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These songs are ones that are either sensual or just ones that make you want to get up and dance. I don't know about you guys, but I never feel hotter than when I'm up dancing at a party. There's just something about music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've decided to share this with you because it so made my night last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Get your minds out of the gutter!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKPoHgKcqag"&gt;Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Okay, really? You can't do a sexy playlist and not have this one! It's freaking Marvin Gaye, dude. Moving on.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0I6mhZ5wMw"&gt;Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Baby - Barry White&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;No need to listen to the words. Listen to the voice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kaej4Wjkj1Q"&gt;Dirrty - Christina Aguilera&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's all upbeat. Just listen to it and dance to it. It's just one of those songs that makes you feel like you're the hottest girl in the room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vfEwovOq4E"&gt;Sugar (Gimme Some) - Trick Daddy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I completely forgot this song existed until Jay reminded me. I dig it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr0QfPFWVqw"&gt;Naughty Girl - Beyonce&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This is another one of those songs that just makes you want to get up and dance. Anyone? Anyone? Just me? Oh. Okay.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOZuxwVk7TU&amp;amp;ob=av2el"&gt;Toxic - Britney Spears&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Classic. Straight up classic.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVxiHC9AJQw" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pour Some Sugar on Me - Def Leopard&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alright, have you ever seen a movie that has this song it in which the scene didn't involve some chick that the characters thought was really hot? Didn't think so. Try dancing to this song in a way that isn't somewhat&amp;nbsp;provocative. ...You can't!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the playlist includes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Smack That by Akon, Play by David Banner [Holy crap, this song is dirty. So so dirty. If you have sensitive ears, don't listen to it. My mom is a sex ed teacher and it kind of scandalized me...!], Lady Marmalade - a bunch of artists, I'm a Slave 4 U - Britney Spears, She Wolf by Shakira, and Blah Blah Blah by Ke$ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By, my personal favorite, Sexy Silk by Jessie J, has been stuck in my head ALL DAY. I love it and all, but when I have music stuck in my head, I walk to the rhythm [It's a band thing.]. Because it's this one, I've started walking around like a stripper [Which is something that my friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://doesthismakemelookhipster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caleb&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;tells me I do all the time. Psh!] [Jay apparently agrees. He's decided it's my new theme song.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all this music [plus my 4 day long snow break....!] has got me thinking. These days, sexy is often seen as a negative thing. People think that &lt;i&gt;sexy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is synonymous with &lt;i&gt;slutty.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I disagree. There is a big difference in my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy is someone is confidant and comfortable with themselves. Slutty is someone who uses sex to fill some emotional void.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edit: I just realized what I put, thanks to a comment by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://duckiebuckets.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;. I always slip up and use words like slutty and whore, but I'm working on stopping. I agree with her. I know as a Catholic, I'm supposed to be all hardcore "Wait until marriage or you're going to hell!" and whatnot, but honestly, I think that it's your body and your decision. Hell, I'm no great picture of purity, and if I expect people not to judge me, I can't judge them. Thanks for helping me catch that, Stephanie!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a thought. What do you guys think on the matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright. Strange addictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am chock full of &lt;s&gt;weird ass ticks&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;things that make me unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got a few fairly common ones like &lt;s&gt;creeping&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;playing around on facebook and using hand sanitizer [Mom jacked me some hospital antiseptic. It's my drug.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My weird ones, however? They are definitely food ones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reduced Fat Cheezits and Gherkins pickles&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Those are the little sweet pickles. Oh my goodness, I love them together. It completely weirds my family out. They can't stand to watch me. I slice my little pickles up and put them on my cheezits and yum! So good. And the Cheezits have to be reduced fat. They are crunchier than the regular.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I chew on and bite things things.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everything. I don't know what it is. Mom says that it is a sign that I'm anemic, but they didn't say that when they took my blood, so who knows? But I definitely have an oral fixation. Even just sitting here thinking about it makes me want to find something to&amp;nbsp;gnaw&amp;nbsp;on. I bite my fingernails until they bleed. I chew on ice all the time. [When we were out frolicking in the &lt;s&gt;snow&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;thick layers of ice pretending to be snow, I was standing there chewing on a hunk of ice and complaining about how cold I was.] When I'm nervous, I sit there and look for split ends and then bite them off. Ooh, I've gotta stop talking about it. I just caught myself chewing on my lower lip. It's horrid!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some other things, like eating ketchup on everything and being able to eat things like bread and uncooked potatoes and pasta plain. I'm just bizarre like that. Who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you guys have any strange addictions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post your top 2, and link up to &lt;a href="http://www.theundomesticmomma.com/"&gt;The Undomestic Momma&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://www.theundomesticmomma.com/2011/01/top-2-tuesdaystrange-addictions.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+TheUndomesticMomma+(The+Undomestic+Momma)"&gt;Top 2 Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the force be with y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snow day tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ballin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And no, there aren't feet of snow. There will probably be about an inch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What can I say? We southerners gotta take what we can get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, Diana from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diana212m.blogspot.com/"&gt;exPress-o&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;posted this fantastical moon necklace that [if I were rich and had stacks of money to kill] I must have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpTtddhrKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/UEPkTvaUx1Y/s1600/julianmoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpTtddhrKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/UEPkTvaUx1Y/s320/julianmoon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I have a bizarre moon obsession? Like to the point where I plan on naming a kid Luna or something. It's bad...and weird. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fact, I'm designing a logo for my knitted stuff that I'm selling, and I fully plan on a moon of some kind. I'm still thinking on it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now on to the real purpose of this post: my ski bands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm making up a bunch of them so that I can sell them, but here are a couple that I made for Christmas presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpkh7o6XEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/JoxYX1MAXAY/s1600/GT+headband+front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpkh7o6XEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/JoxYX1MAXAY/s320/GT+headband+front.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpk5_iMd8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/CLRNN-a-zN4/s1600/Me+in+headband.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpk5_iMd8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/CLRNN-a-zN4/s320/Me+in+headband.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpk4K5jqII/AAAAAAAAAXc/hAemyO_3a6E/s1600/downsize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpk4K5jqII/AAAAAAAAAXc/hAemyO_3a6E/s320/downsize.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I got a haircut recently! It's honestly not that different, but I'll never get it to look the way that it did when the stylist did it. I had to take a picture of it while it lasted. This is what it looks like now.:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly. Don't I just look like a ball of sunshine?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's all for tonight. Be prepared for snow pictures tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-1390275990268286698?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1390275990268286698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=1390275990268286698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1390275990268286698?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1390275990268286698?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful-but.html' title='&quot;Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSpTtddhrKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/UEPkTvaUx1Y/s72-c/julianmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EFQ34-eCp7ImA9Wx9WEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-2496936703702651287</id><published>2011-01-06T18:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:20:12.050-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-17T00:20:12.050-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP Chem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Webcam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Met Your Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><title>"The sun is shining. It's a brand new day."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brand New Day -- Joshua Radin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so today was better. A hell of a lot better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Chem test, along with the due date for all of our homework, was moved to Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I'm out of Spanish. I had a heart-to-heart with my teacher this morning, and I'm now in Art II.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which I'm totally cool with. I love art. It'll give me a class period to mellow out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also! I'm writing this on my new computer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSZLz4LEtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RroNsJHF9I4/s1600/Picture0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSZLz4LEtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RroNsJHF9I4/s400/Picture0003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it. Ignore the bags under my eyes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright. Homework needs to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Or I can go watch How I Met Your Mother...Hm. Decisions...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-2496936703702651287?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2496936703702651287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=2496936703702651287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/2496936703702651287?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/2496936703702651287?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/sun-is-shining-its-brand-new-day.html' title='&quot;The sun is shining. It&apos;s a brand new day.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSZLz4LEtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RroNsJHF9I4/s72-c/Picture0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0UCQHY4eCp7ImA9Wx9XEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-999190816363295850</id><published>2011-01-05T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:47:41.830-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-05T18:47:41.830-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP Chem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academic Bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title>"The little things, they always get you down."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Little Things - Good Charlotte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Today was a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No. That sounds too...generic. This was no generic "Yeah, this was kind of an irritating day, but I'm just going to blow off some steam by joking with friends and eating shit tons of pasta." bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm. Catastrophic maybe? No...Too meteor killing all the poor dino souls for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[I gave up on vocab. My brain melted in third block. Bare with me.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Bear with me? I never know which one it is...Hm.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It all started last night when my AP Chem teacher called me to tell me that I epic failed the quiz she gave on the first day [My words, not hers. Although that would have been cool.], and if I wanted to take it again, I needed to come to her room at 7:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Not that that is different for me. Jessie makes me get there at 7:30 every day anyways. Whole other rant. I digress.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quizzes are not the best way to start off a sunshiney day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And it turns out that I don't like a single one of my classes. They are all really really crowded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So my level of stress just kept building until&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Breakdown Number 1&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the beginning of sociology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which would be my favorite class if the people around me would &lt;em&gt;shut the hell up&lt;/em&gt; long enough for us to learn anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I moved on to AP Chem and discovered that the same people who talked in Soc? Yeah. They're in this class too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I learned &lt;em&gt;nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After school, I have academic bowl, which I used to love. Until I realized today, the people who talked through Soc and AP Chem? You guessed it. They're on there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm also the only female on the varsity team, so when I'm left in charge, no one listens to me except my friend Matty. Q doesn't even listen because he's good friends with all of the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Q and I were walking to his car, I had &lt;strong&gt;Breakdown Number 2&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks to the academic "coach".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Emphasis on the quotation marks.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He just takes roll and then leaves. He fussed at me because I finally gave in to everyone and said that flannel shirts could be our uniform for our next meet. "All decisions have to go through me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that if you want to be in charge of the decisions, take the responsibilities as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been on academic bowl since I was seven. It has always been my favorite thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cannot stand it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It just breaks my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the way to his car, as I was sobbing, Q proceeding to apologize for everything, but it doesn't mean that it's not going to keep going on. He just wanted to calm me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And tomorrow, I'm dropping out of AP Spanish. I can't keep up with all of my work and it is only the second day. There is no way that I'll survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for today. I have to go write a two page paper, do a take home test, and do five worksheets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, I forgot. A little bit of amusement.:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSUCYRFgZ8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/TFEDMGpjq78/s1600/Horrible+Fairies.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSUCYRFgZ8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/TFEDMGpjq78/s400/Horrible+Fairies.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thesaurus.com is a homophobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-999190816363295850?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/999190816363295850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=999190816363295850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/999190816363295850?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/999190816363295850?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-things-they-always-get-you-down.html' title='&quot;The little things, they always get you down.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TSUCYRFgZ8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/TFEDMGpjq78/s72-c/Horrible+Fairies.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYGRHc6fSp7ImA9Wx9XEUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-1555544363372787185</id><published>2011-01-04T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:28:45.915-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-04T17:28:45.915-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP Chem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pillow Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title>"Hoy por ser día de tu santo, te las cantamos a ti."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Las Mananitas - Mexican Folk Song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's my 18th birthday! :) That's all I really have to say because I'm exhausted. AP Chem is a &amp;nbsp;bitch, and all I've been through is the first day. Holy shit. I just called the teacher because someone told everyone to, and I epic failed a quiz we had to take today. I got a 29 out of 48. Dude, yeah. Bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and my closest male friend and his sister got me a pillow pet! How legit is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[The answer to that is "Really really legit".]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a yellow jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Cause I'm going to Tech. Get it? Get it?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and a pretty legit purse from my mother. I'll post pictures tomorrow. It has a tree on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Um, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later! I've gotta go have dinner with my mom, sister, grandparents, Q, and all my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-1555544363372787185?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1555544363372787185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=1555544363372787185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1555544363372787185?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1555544363372787185?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoy-por-ser-dia-de-tu-santo-te-las.html' title='&quot;Hoy por ser día de tu santo, te las cantamos a ti.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s72-c/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YAR3o_cCp7ImA9Wx9QGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-653949766485170337</id><published>2011-01-01T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:05:46.448-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-01T23:05:46.448-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m getting old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title>"Should auld acquaintance be forgot..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New Years was decently rockin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a few friends over, and we watched Easy A [again].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a break in the New Years stuff to talk about this movie. Easy A is pretty awesome. No, really. It is. I'm not your typical chick flick kind of girl. Don't get me wrong. I can watch them with the best of them. But I don't&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;like them. I definitely don't love them. Except this one. This is the most intelligently funny movie that I have seen in a long time. Even Q liked it. If you haven't seen it, do. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to New Years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Q pulled out all the stops with the NYE kiss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm talking the war-is-over-sailor-and-nurse photograph kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TR_ypRNy0CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EAL96IC_qOg/s1600/sailor_kissing_nurse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TR_ypRNy0CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EAL96IC_qOg/s400/sailor_kissing_nurse.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well...No one ever said that we didn't have a flair for the dramatic. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as for my family's annual tradition:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things in 2010 I'm most proud of:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got accepted to Georgia Tech and Mercer University; both of which are great engineering schools.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I figured out who my real friends are, and we've all become closer than ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I worked really hard in my classes, and I got everything done. [I may or may not have a nasty habit of not doing my work. Cough. Cough.]&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;My New Year's resolutions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To keep up with all of my work this semester. I'm in AP Statistics, AP Chemistry, AP Spanish, and sociology. It is a heavy semester, and if I get behind, I'll never catch back up.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To stay in a stable emotional state. I tend to get really depressed, and when I do, I pick fights with people. I need to work on realizing that's what's going on and just backing off.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To start out my freshman year of college on a high note! I'm beyond excited, but really scared.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my 18th birthday is in 3 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially old enough to &lt;s&gt;go clubbing, get tattoos, and buy tobacco products&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;buy things off of infomercials, buy spray paint, and get an account on eBay. Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my birthday presents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a laptop! Okay, so I paid for the majority of it....But I got $150 to put toward a lap top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TR_3CRnnxdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/etXwxlU6dEQ/s1600/Computer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TR_3CRnnxdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/etXwxlU6dEQ/s320/Computer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Also, a straightener! My old one is kind of janky, and all of the ceramic had worn off the plates, and my hair was completely dying.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TR_3D1EVzcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ED8gdWFlcjA/s1600/straightener.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TR_3D1EVzcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ED8gdWFlcjA/s320/straightener.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't she cute?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I'm really excited for this year, but in complete honesty, I'm scared to death as well. Scared of leaving my family, scared of losing my friends, scared of Q joining the military... It's a changing point in my life, and I just have to push through it. I will survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the force be with y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-653949766485170337?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/653949766485170337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=653949766485170337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/653949766485170337?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/653949766485170337?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-auld-acquaintance-be-forgot.html' title='&quot;Should auld acquaintance be forgot...&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TR_ypRNy0CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EAL96IC_qOg/s72-c/sailor_kissing_nurse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AGSHc6eyp7ImA9Wx9QFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-1583431775386901199</id><published>2010-12-29T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:15:29.913-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-29T00:15:29.913-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Met Your Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Denmark-ese love me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title>"Feeling so fly like a G-6."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4s6H4ku6ZY"&gt;Like a G-6 - Far East Movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is this song so addicting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, these have been long [but wonderful] few days, but step by step I shall catch you guys up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Starting later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's kind of late right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But basically, I've been sitting at home knitting and playing Sims 2: Open for Business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[My Sims are far more successful than I am.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I'm getting my hair done tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is there any better feeling than getting your hair done? Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[The answer is no. There isn't.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mother really likes it when I'm really blonde, so I'm getting it dyed and highlighted...again. Anything to keep her happy. I am not going to be Playboy bunny blonde though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Not again. Never again. Long story. Long,&amp;nbsp;traumatizing&amp;nbsp;story. *shudder*]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We'll see how this goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Tune this next part out if you hate crafty stuff.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Who am I kidding? Leave if you hate crafty stuff. We don't take your kind here.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been knitting up a storm. Mom bought me a headband type deal with a flower on it that I have already successfully recreated. I am &lt;s&gt;such a nerd&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;so awesome. I'm now working on another one to give to a friend for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wait, Christmas has already passed? Shit. I'm behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, I'm serious about this Denmark fanbase. I looked at my stats today and more Demark...people [Denmarkish? Denmarkian? Denmarkese?] than Americans have looked at my blog this week. What? If you're from Denmark, comment! It's entirely exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright. I'm off to watch some more How I Met Your Mother...I mean, do something productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-1583431775386901199?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1583431775386901199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=1583431775386901199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1583431775386901199?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1583431775386901199?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/feeling-so-fly-like-g-6.html' title='&quot;Feeling so fly like a G-6.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s72-c/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkAARn4-fip7ImA9Wx9QEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-4278149738608463014</id><published>2010-12-22T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:59:07.056-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-23T18:59:07.056-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title>"Life is a mystery."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Li&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqQ5LtvGngI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;ke a Prayer -- Glee Cast Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sooooo I'm bored, so I'm doing one of those lame myspace-esque surveys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Also, I've been noticing lately that I tend to add esque onto the end of nouns to make them adjectives...Is that allowed?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Do I care, really?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DB's 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who kissed you on New Year's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My most recent ex. It was really quick though because my mom, sister, his brother, his best friend, and Caleb were in the room. We didn't have the balls or the indecency to have a full make out session or anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Did you have a New Year's Resolution this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To do all of my homework, get all As, and get into college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Um, yeah. &lt;s&gt;All &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of my homework got done, I've only gotten two Bs [AP classes. Get off my butt.], and I've gotten into not one, but TWO colleges. I think it counts as a success.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Does it snow where you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No, thank god. I'm such a snow party pooper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who was your Valentine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Said ex that I was dating on NYE. But we broke up on the 15th, so does that even count? I think not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When you were little did you buy Valentine's for the whole class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Um, yes, and they were ballin' outrageous. I also got Christmas presents for half the class because everyone did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What did you receive for valentine's day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nothing. I haven't gotten anything since elementary school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Are you Irish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yeah, man. My name means "pure Irish girl".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;APRIL:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do you like the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I LOVE rain. Like, I have a reputation for going out and playing in it like an 8 year old. Thankfully, Caroline is the same way, and we feel free to act however we want to. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;MAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What is your favorite flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't have one. Does that make me a terrible girl? I have a nasty feeling that it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What about a favorite tree? Does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love willow trees. They are my absolute favorite. I feel like all of them are like the wise one in Pocahontas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Does that make me seem weird? No...Of course it doesn't....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Is May anything special to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm graduating from high school in May! That is very much special to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh, and Q's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;JUNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Did you do anything fun during this Month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was a VBS councilor! :) I know that sounds extremely nerdy, but I love it so so so much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The kids are adorable, and I just love getting to know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;JULY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What did you do on the 4th of July?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I adore 4th of July. Every year, a couple of my closest friends and I go to our local symphony orchestra's outdoor concert and the fire works. I bring a quilt, and we all sit in the back talking to each other and seeing everyone who we know there. It is always a blast, and I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Did you go to the pool a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, my sister was dating a guy with a pool at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[I got so mad when she dumped him. What was she thinking? Where was I going to go swimming then? How could she be so selfish...? Hahaha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do you like fall better than summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As much as I complain about band, I really do love band and football season. I spend a lot of time with my closest friends, and there is nothing like the smell of fall. I can always smell it before I can feel it, and it is such an exciting experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What's your favorite candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't like candy, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What were you for Halloween?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nothing, this year! :( It was so sad. Halloween is definitely my favorite holiday! I've always gone all out for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just had nothing to do this year. Nowhere to go. Man, my life is lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whose house do you go to for Thanksgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My cousins'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They live ten minutes away, so it was no big exodus, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do you celebrate Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yes. Oh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You should see our tree right now. My mom went all out. Because she feels bad about money being tight, she has wrapped each thing separately, so there are presents everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Not only that, but they all look professionally wrapped. Huge bows, flowers, ornaments....Like she really went all out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll post pictures eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What do you love most about December?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everyone is always in such a loving and giving mood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh, and the sweaters. I love sweaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I really want a sweater vest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[You hear that, Santa?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;RANDOMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Did you learn Anything New?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I did, actually. After a nasty breakup, I had a pretty low period in which I felt like I had no one. But slowly, I came out of that, and I've become so much closer to all of my friends that I've had all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was like, I had a year to stray from them, but then when I came back, our friendships have all become so much stronger. I love all of them so much. I have trust issues by nature, but I can easily say that I trust and love them with all my might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It'll be so hard to leave all of them next year, but I know that out relationships are strong enough to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Near Death Experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Does Q's driving count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I think it counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lost Some Friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yeah, but that's part of growing up, I think. As we change, relationships change. Sometimes, shit happens. It's better to remember the good times and move on than to keep creating bad ones. Sometimes, you have to man up and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh looky there! Another lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That was my year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It wasn't as boring as that survey, that's for sure. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Btw, I've been knitting for so long today, that I'm pretty sure that I'm going to have claws in the morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Totally worth it...I'm making socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Damn straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-4278149738608463014?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4278149738608463014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=4278149738608463014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/4278149738608463014?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/4278149738608463014?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-mystery.html' title='&quot;Life is a mystery.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s72-c/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8DQns5cSp7ImA9Wx9RGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-8981991161593251864</id><published>2010-12-20T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:14:33.529-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-20T23:14:33.529-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title>"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere we go."</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jessie: &lt;/b&gt;Mom, you're just jealous because you can't speak Spanish like Katie and me!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Mom: &lt;/b&gt;You wouldn't be able to either if you had my high school teacher! Evil Cuban lady....She used to throw erasers at me!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Jessie: &lt;/b&gt;Did you just say razors? She threw razors at you?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Mom: &lt;/b&gt;E-RASE-ORS.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Jessie: &lt;/b&gt;Well, then why are you complaining? I mean, if she had thrown razors at you like I thought you said, she would have really been evil!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Mom: ...&lt;/b&gt;Where did I go wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha. Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;
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My family is weird.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, victory of the day:&lt;br /&gt;
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Q likes to embarrass me with PDA as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really dig it when it backfires on him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faces and names were blacked out to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;BOOYAH!&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, apparently I have a decent fan base in Denmark! Who knew!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello over there!&lt;br /&gt;
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Got my final Christmas shopping done today. I did all my shopping with my cursed $50 Bath and Body Works giftcard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which, btw, still ticks me off!&lt;br /&gt;
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Was it a gift? No. It was my pay check.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every year, I do spotlight for my high school's drama production. Our drama department is a huge deal. In fact, they built a huge state-of-the-art auditorium for it last year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Usually, plays have two spotlights. But in order to avoid training someone new, I'm the only one. I do all the parts.&lt;br /&gt;
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[I consider it my yearly workout.]&lt;br /&gt;
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They have a spotlight salary of $50 every year, so I always get paid $50.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it came to the last night of the production last year, the assistant director came up to my booth with my pay....in the form of a $50 Bath and Body Works gift card.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was ticked.&lt;br /&gt;
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To begin with, I don't wear scented stuff, and besides, what am I going to do with fifty bucks worth of lotion, soap, and candles?&lt;br /&gt;
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So, guess what my cousins are getting for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;
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:)&lt;br /&gt;
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May the force be with y'all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-8981991161593251864?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8981991161593251864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=8981991161593251864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/8981991161593251864?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/8981991161593251864?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere we go.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TRAb2TQicVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/IEAHhTulPKw/s72-c/Poor+Q.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QHR309fSp7ImA9Wx9RGEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-4241975976564498552</id><published>2010-12-19T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:15:36.365-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-19T21:15:36.365-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title>"I don't want a lot for Christmas; there is just one thing I need."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXQViqx6GMY"&gt;All I Want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definitely one of my preferred Christmas songs. Don't look at me like that. You know you love it too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When it came on the radio before school the other day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jessie: &lt;/b&gt;Stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[I freeze and stare at her like she's crazy.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jessie: &lt;/b&gt;No one leaves this car until this song is over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Proceeds to reach forward and turn it all the way up.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just sat in the parking lot dancing and singing along to it like lunatics. Gotta love sisterly bonding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of my friends walked by, stood and stared at us for a second, and then started dancing along in front of our car. Haha. That's when you know that a friendship is meant to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But yes. Q is gone back home to the islands for Christmas break and Caroline is leaving for Florida in a couple of days. I'm going to be so lonely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But anyway. I deal. I've been working on putting a dent in my AP Chem homework, but instead, I've gotten distracted and am putting a dent in our yarn collection instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Not that I ever will. You don't understand. It takes up half the living room. It is &lt;i&gt;everywhere.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So far, I've gotten two squares done for the quilt-esque&amp;nbsp;afghan&amp;nbsp;that I've been working on for mom, a scarf for Q, and on and a half gloves for my friend Patty. And I still have to do gloves for Caroline.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[I'm beginning to see defined muscles in my fingers.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Caroline and I have a Christmas present system every year. In order to avoid the awkwardness of buying something that the other doesn't like, we prearrange what we're giving. Since we are both &lt;s&gt;nerdy old ladies&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;decently adept at both knitting and sewing, we pick something that we are both going to make and then have at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year it's gloves. Last year, we made hats.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can kind of see the hat that she gave me. &amp;nbsp;It has kind of a snowflake-y lace pattern on the back.&lt;br /&gt;
The one I gave her is light blue, and it has vertical ribbing up it with flower off centered on the front. It looks like a 1920s hat, kind of, which is totally her vibe.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We don't know what color or pattern or type of yarn that the other one is using, though, so there is still that element of surprise when we open them. It makes life sooooo much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do any of y'all have holiday traditions with your friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-4241975976564498552?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4241975976564498552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=4241975976564498552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/4241975976564498552?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/4241975976564498552?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-want-lot-for-christmas-there-is.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t want a lot for Christmas; there is just one thing I need.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQ4sI_BbZBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mFsMjO2YZLE/s72-c/IMG_2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ICQXs_cCp7ImA9Wx9RE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-2590845563899049494</id><published>2010-12-14T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:52:40.548-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-14T21:52:40.548-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title>"Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy."</title><content type='html'>So. I made the most amazing appetizer today for my Spanish final.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Thank you, Sandra Lee. You are my hero.]&lt;br /&gt;
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Now all I need is a cocktail and a table scape.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Anyone? Anyone? Food Network, people.]&lt;br /&gt;
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I made empanadas tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Keep in mind that I'm not a cook. Like, at all. In fact, mom has decided that I watch the Food Network so often because I like to live vicariously through them while I lounge on the couch eating Cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Yum.]&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, when I tell you what is in them, don't jump to conclusions. It really doesn't sound like too great of a combination. But I'm a green bean casserole addict, so, naturally, I had to try it at least once.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Well, you know. Only cause I had to.]&lt;br /&gt;
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We're on a food unit in Spanish, so our final is to present a recipe that we like, en espanol, and then pass around the food and let everyone try it.&lt;br /&gt;
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[It's tomorrow morning...Wish me luck.]&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone in there has exempted it but me and six other people, so we're having ourselves a regular little fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;
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These are really good to make after Christmas or Thanksgiving when you have leftover &lt;a href="http://www.campbellskitchen.com/recipedetail.aspx?recipeId=24099&amp;amp;fbid=8CPNVQ8GIx3"&gt;green bean casserole&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I make mine without the soy sauce and pepper, but whatever floats your boat.]&amp;nbsp;and mashed potatoes. Or, you can just go ahead and make them first, like I did tonight. Super super easy. It took me about 20 mins to do both of them beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum yum yum. My favorite thing ever. And NO. That was not all me. My sister ate some too. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The added bonus is that you can be a fatty like me and stand at the kitchen counter eating the casserole straight out of the pan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the way to do things. Don't be a square.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But anyway, Here's &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sandra Lee's empanada recipe. (And I'll even put it in English, unlike my copy.):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgps-cTipI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CBvH1Mz_3SE/s1600/downsize+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgps-cTipI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CBvH1Mz_3SE/s320/downsize+%25282%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Equal parts excitement and frustration.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used mild, but you can go as spicy as you'd like.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Makes 20 [ish] empenadas [turnovers]&lt;br /&gt;
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1/2 cup of mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 cup of green bean casserole&lt;br /&gt;
1 teaspoon of taco seasoning&lt;br /&gt;
1 cup of Mexican shredded cheese&lt;br /&gt;
1 box of&amp;nbsp;refrigerated pie crust (Pillsbury recommended)&lt;br /&gt;
1 huevo&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp; Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;
2. &amp;nbsp; Line two baking sheets with parchment paper. (Yeah. I definitely just used Pam and only one baking sheet. But hey. Depends on the person.)&lt;br /&gt;
3. &amp;nbsp; Combine the potatoes and the casserole in a bowl. Mix in the taco seasoning and 1/4 cup of cheese.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgpv37vJOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/P-0EP7q-w3k/s1600/downsize+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgpv37vJOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/P-0EP7q-w3k/s320/downsize+%25284%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &amp;nbsp; Unroll the pie crust and use a 3 inch biscuit cutter [or a juice glass, like I did.] to cut as many circles out as possible. Do this with both crusts.&lt;br /&gt;
5. &amp;nbsp; Put a teaspoon of the potato mixture on each circle. I found that you really don't need all that much. If you overfill it, they won't close properly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgpxA9N6jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/a2JQ6xTIraU/s1600/downsize+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgpxA9N6jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/a2JQ6xTIraU/s320/downsize+%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. &amp;nbsp; Use a fork or knife to fold the dough in half and pinch the edges with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;
7. &amp;nbsp; Use a fork to seal the edges and make them look pretty.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgpzUBki8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/zD5eiI0JXMQ/s1600/downsize+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgpzUBki8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/zD5eiI0JXMQ/s320/downsize+%25287%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &amp;nbsp; Beat an egg, and brush the egg over the pastries [only do a few at a time].&lt;br /&gt;
9. &amp;nbsp; Sprinkle cheese over the top of the pastries.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgp0yDpQnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Qj3k-rbBriE/s1600/downsize+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgp0yDpQnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Qj3k-rbBriE/s320/downsize+%25288%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10. Put in the oven and bake for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me. If I can do it, you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy AND healthy. [If my sister was willing to eat it, you know it's healthy. She's a veggiesaurus health nut.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this food break perked y'all up from your finals drag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the force be with y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-2590845563899049494?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2590845563899049494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=2590845563899049494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/2590845563899049494?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/2590845563899049494?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/yummy-yummy-yummy-ive-got-love-in-my.html' title='&quot;Yummy, yummy, yummy, I&apos;ve got love in my tummy.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQgp2bObUSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ej27HacTRJM/s72-c/downsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QGQ3s6eSp7ImA9Wx9REkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-4109936459877704082</id><published>2010-12-13T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:55:22.511-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-13T21:55:22.511-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise is a creation of the devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title>"Feliz navidad. Prospero ano felizidad."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feliz Navidad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am the best sister ever. Have I ever told you that? I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just got my sister's Christmas present, and it cost me...dun dun dun....$70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It kind of pains me to say it.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Keep in mind that I have no income....At all. This is babysitting money from like June.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But she'll really like it. And I'd rather spend that much on something that she'll use instead of something that she'll just say "Uh huh, thanks." and then toss them aside, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, my sister &lt;s&gt;has a serious mental deficiency&lt;/s&gt; is really into running. Like &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;into running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She runs at least 5 miles a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[No, it's okay. I don't understand it either.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I got her this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.nike.com/us/en_us/?#l=shop,pdp,ctr-inline/cid-1/pid-336612"&gt;You can get them here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They aren't really my style at all, but she really likes running tights with bright color blocked patterns. And they really aren't all that easy to find, as you might imagine.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She saw some similar ones in her magazine that she loved, so....hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-4109936459877704082?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4109936459877704082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=4109936459877704082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/4109936459877704082?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/4109936459877704082?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-navidad-prospero-ano-felizidad.html' title='&quot;Feliz navidad. Prospero ano felizidad.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQbS-2_S7dI/AAAAAAAAAVk/P76Rjw_8Oyc/s72-c/Jessie%2527s+Present.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MNRXk6fip7ImA9Wx9REE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-8800608214202696246</id><published>2010-12-10T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:04:54.716-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-10T20:04:54.716-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title>"I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRnUpjEV8L0"&gt;I'm So Tired -- The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever had days in which you start thinking about old friends and missing them unbearably?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is especially bad when there is bad blood between you and you don't even speak anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just...I don't know. It sucks to lose a best friend. In less than a year, we've gone from inseparable to fighting whenever there is any contact at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But that's life, I guess. I can't sit here and whine because it is just as much my fault as it is theirs. It would be so much easier just to pin all of the blame on them, but I can't, in good conscience, do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for the emo post. I don't know what's up with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm just exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways.&amp;nbsp;Football game tomorrow. State championships, to be exact! I'm excited for our boys, two of them being my cousins. Band practice in the morning beforehand, but after that, I should have a good time. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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And now, in exchange for you reading the whiny bit, here are some things that I found amusing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQLLCpz_ycI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LZYTcLfBYh8/s1600/EOCT+packet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="80" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQLLCpz_ycI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LZYTcLfBYh8/s640/EOCT+packet.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was in my study guide for the standardized test that I had to read. It amused me, which was step up from the snoring that the rest of it caused me to do.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQLLN0wU3_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/W9BWawd1uF4/s1600/demotivational-posters-babies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQLLN0wU3_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/W9BWawd1uF4/s400/demotivational-posters-babies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This says it all.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQLLWlJsLuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aY3pVLePDwc/s1600/Hair+style+f-up.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQLLWlJsLuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aY3pVLePDwc/s640/Hair+style+f-up.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing like the misfortune of others to make one feel good about their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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...I'm just kidding. I'm really not a terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, maybe a little bit.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-8800608214202696246?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8800608214202696246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=8800608214202696246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/8800608214202696246?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/8800608214202696246?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/id-give-you-everything-ive-got-for.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d give you everything I&apos;ve got for a little peace of mind.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TQLLCpz_ycI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LZYTcLfBYh8/s72-c/EOCT+packet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QEQXo8eSp7ImA9Wx9SFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-1003918244996871066</id><published>2010-12-04T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:15:00.471-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-04T21:15:00.471-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title>"Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade? I'll march my band out; I'll beat my drum."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsNJJIMwAB0"&gt;Don't Rain on My Parade - Lea Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was originally sung by Barbra Streisand, but I really really love this cover. It is the perfect feel good, belt it out song.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, today was the last Christmas parade that I have to march in &lt;s&gt;this season&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;EVER!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Insert a break for me to dance around the room cheering like a maniac.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[I hate parades.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, no. They are okay when you're watching them or are riding on a float. Hell, you could be walking behind a float, and they are still kind of fun. But when you are marching in a band uniform? Hells to the no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPrzeB2f2vI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/icFCGfLGHWg/s1600/Ipods.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPrzeB2f2vI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/icFCGfLGHWg/s400/Ipods.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, yeah, so my bestie Matty and I? We're super cool. Same iPod,&amp;nbsp;synchronized song? Ballin'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, my high school is up for the state championship in football!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[There would be another squealing fit here, but I took an energy shot on a dare at 7:30 this morning, so the crash? It's visiting DB town. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;Z&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;zzzzz&lt;/span&gt;.......]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Believe me; it is a great end to my high school band career. I don't think that I'll cry at my last game next week, but I also don't think that it'll it me then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Except maybe when everyone else starts crying. That may set me off. That always sets me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anywho. I'm sure you'd all be glad to know that I have gotten more complements on my knitted Santa hat than I have on all of my carefully planned outfits put together. You never know what people will be into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of outfits, I was cute this week.:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Admittedly, it was cuter in person than it really is in these pictures. It had a sort of cute but boho feel. You can't tell from the pictures, but the skirt is lace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPryeUyMh_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/u7PQcDte-FI/s1600/Skirt+front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPryeUyMh_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/u7PQcDte-FI/s320/Skirt+front.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The skirt? My sister's. The vest? Mom's from the 80s. Oh yeah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPryf5nEj-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/YgEpODZmk0Y/s1600/Skirt+side.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPryf5nEj-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/YgEpODZmk0Y/s320/Skirt+side.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dig how big the vest is. I don't know why. I just do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was lovely. Don't you love days like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May the force be with y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-1003918244996871066?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1003918244996871066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=1003918244996871066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1003918244996871066?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1003918244996871066?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-told-you-youre-allowed-to-rain-on.html' title='&quot;Who told you you&apos;re allowed to rain on my parade? I&apos;ll march my band out; I&apos;ll beat my drum.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPrzeB2f2vI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/icFCGfLGHWg/s72-c/Ipods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MNR3kyeCp7ImA9Wx9SEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-1632227666627566201</id><published>2010-12-01T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:24:56.790-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-01T19:24:56.790-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title>"Pasa la noche conmigo, bonita."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FskLDdCP5Cs"&gt;Bonita -- Andres Cabas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you don't speak Spanish, check this song out. It is pretty fantastico, if I do say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPblZmo_HWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mEaSvgQ2fwQ/s1600/downsize+%25282%2529+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPblZmo_HWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mEaSvgQ2fwQ/s320/downsize+%25282%2529+-+Copy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Great news you guys! Yesterday, I bought.... [wait for it...wait for it...].....the best sweatshirt ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, it's nothing special to look at because it is just a plain dusty pink color, but it is amazingly soft. And warm. The outside is a really soft sweatshirt material and the inside has the faux sheep skin stuff that keeps you toasty and is fun to sit there and pet all day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[No, like seriously. I get weird looks in the hallways, but it's all worth it.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPblLrq9fpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OdsabA35JfE/s1600/downsize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPblLrq9fpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OdsabA35JfE/s320/downsize.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo fuzzyyyyy.....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Q is excited. He has a very similar one from his college visit, and I steal it at least once a week. He won't have to freeze anymore!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[But seriously. What else are boyfriends for? :) Duh.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[So I'm a klepto. Stop judging.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It set me back $20, but so so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Christmas to me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPblboa1BDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GfDQT2t9rXE/s1600/downsize+%25283%2529+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPblboa1BDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GfDQT2t9rXE/s1600/downsize+%25283%2529+-+Copy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note the hand knitted Santa hat. You wish you were this cool.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TN2bWcYuAlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MDQXlHUfR5I/s1600/Signature_thumb%255B3%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-1632227666627566201?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1632227666627566201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=1632227666627566201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1632227666627566201?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/1632227666627566201?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/pasa-la-noche-conmigo-bonita.html' title='&quot;Pasa la noche conmigo, bonita.&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPblZmo_HWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mEaSvgQ2fwQ/s72-c/downsize+%25282%2529+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUGQX4ycCp7ImA9Wx9SEE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-9010119909870101045</id><published>2010-11-28T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:10:20.098-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-28T22:10:20.098-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title>"But you don't really care for music, do ya?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hallelujah -- Celtic Thunder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Serious love for Celtic Thunder Christmas right now. Oh how I love the holiday season, and these lovely Irish men make it all that much better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, boring life update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The bronchitis is just about gone. I keep feeling better and then forgetting to take my meds. Who needs breathing anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanksgiving didn't have any crying or yelling! No broken glass, only one person bled... I consider it a success. It didn't hurt that the adults were all tipsy within a half hour. Hey, Irish Catholic families. What can you do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday night, we had yet another football game...Whoo! We're in the playoffs, and this one was supposed to be a tough one. We won 17 - 0. Yeah. One more game before the state championships. That is insane. It would be the perfect end to my marching band career, don't you think?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday, my family, my boyfriend, and I all smushed ourself into&amp;nbsp;Excalibur and headed to Athens, GA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Perfect road trip car. Did I mention that there is a drink cooler built into the glove compartment. Yes.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While there, mom happily hung out with her super fly homies [aka my godmothers], leaving the other three of us to fend for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Um, yeah. You're gross."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPMW24YpGLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1VjFtPH9jwQ/s1600/Jessie.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="351" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TPMW24YpGLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1VjFtPH9jwQ/s400/Jessie.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After running a 5K, Q and my bickering was not as amusing to her.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Overall, I deem it a successful trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, breaking news. I think I'm going to put myself on a diet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a hardcore one or anything, but I have no energy at all. I don't have time to exercise, but I might as well take control of what I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see how long this lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the force be with y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿So, as some of you know, I receive writing prompts in the ...email [That doesn't work as well as "in the mail". Hm...] sometimes. Well, this one, I'm stealing from Amy at &lt;a href="http://myhappilyevernow.blogspot.com/2010/11/top-ten-reasons-why-las-vegas-is-cooler.html"&gt;Happily Ever After&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top&amp;nbsp;5 Reasons why&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;Hometown is Better than Everyone Else's:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You know everyone, so if someone kidnaps you, you're always able to tell the police who it was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...And who their momma is, where they live, and which church they attend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You get a chance to wear every season's clothes every day because it is freezing in the morning, burning up in the afternoon, and has a nice autumn breeze in the evening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And in the summer, no clothes are necessary because they would melt right off of you anyways. Shoes? They are optional all year round.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I never need to call home and check in because my neighbors do that for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;The same rule applies to grades on tests and whether or not I turn in my homework.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. None of that meddlesome travelling for Thanksgiving and Christmas; my family all lives in town.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;It makes it so much easier to bond with your cousins when you all go to the same high school.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. No hard decisions when it comes to where to shop or eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;With only five or six stores in town, and just as many &lt;strike&gt;good&lt;/strike&gt; decent&amp;nbsp;restaurants, it is never hard to choose where to go. [The exception to that statement is Mexican restaurants. We have tons of those, and they are all good.]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In other news, I'm sick. The docs told me that I have bronchitis. Aka "turn around and drop your pants so we can pump you full of antibiotics and steroids."&lt;br /&gt;
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Aside from the two shots, I'm on seven different meds. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just in time for the annual family &lt;strike&gt;smackdown&lt;/strike&gt; Thanksgiving meal. &lt;br /&gt;
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May the force be with y'all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ooooh, living on a prayer.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living on a Prayer – Bon Jovi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;First off, preview tiny photo of my 80s costume!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TOhiF1wZG4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/bysSdxhnguw/s1600-h/80s%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="80s" border="0" alt="80s" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TOhiG9mNPLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Ry3gTZZjAnI/80s_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It looks kind of off because my arms are up, but yeah. Check out the hair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Second, I GOT IN TO GA TECH! Hells yeah. That’s my number one school, and I’m so super pumped. One of my closest guy friends got in, and we’ve been planning on going there together for as long as I can remember. I still can barely believe it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just got home from an all day academic bowl tournament, and I’m exhausted, so….I’m considering going to bed. And yes. It is 7:03. Does that make me &lt;strike&gt;lame&lt;/strike&gt; super cool?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom – You have a handful with Q.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me – He wishes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom – So do you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;May the force be with y’all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TOhiH9XpBYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7O4tE6clrhA/s1600-h/Signature_thumb%5B3%5D%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Signature_thumb[3]" border="0" alt="Signature_thumb[3]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TOhiIuzI3RI/AAAAAAAAAUI/baChQFB9etI/Signature_thumb%5B3%5D_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-3323144951901856859?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3323144951901856859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=3323144951901856859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/3323144951901856859?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/3323144951901856859?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/ooooh-were-halfway-there-ooooh-living.html' title='“Ooooh, we’re halfway there. Ooooh, living on a prayer.”'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EDQ306cCp7ImA9Wx5aFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-2228817856357004018</id><published>2010-11-12T14:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:54:32.318-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-12T14:54:32.318-05:00</app:edited><title>"To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Vie Boheme - Rent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Tonight, our halftime show for the football game is 80s themed, and we have to dress up. The only problem is that I still don't know what I'm going to wear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was going to do the whole &lt;em&gt;Risky Business&lt;/em&gt; thing, but they told us last night that it has to be dress code appropriate, and my shorts are too short....Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This would have been the best costume ever! With boxers instead of tighty whiteys, of course.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm considering doing the whole hairband thing...But I don't know. I only have a few hours to come up with something. &lt;strike&gt;Plus I'm supposed to be working on my AP Lit online classwork right now.&lt;/strike&gt; Ooopsy daisy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="370" id="il_fi" src="http://gigsport.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/guns-n-roses.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ballin', right? Right.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿I mean, as much as I love Flashdance, everyone does that, you know? And a couple of girls are rocking windsuits.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s called the Tango: Maureen.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tango:&amp;#160; Maureen – RENT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I am so exhausted that it’s not even funny. Like, it is really sad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Friday:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;I had to work really hard to get everything done for my online class because we had a pep rally during 4th block. That is when I finish up all of the work that I need to for my class. But no. I had to play with the band instead. &lt;strike&gt;Really fun!&lt;/strike&gt; Biggest waste of time ever. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;Then there was the &lt;strike&gt;football game&lt;/strike&gt; battle of the marching bands against our rivals. Like, seriously. The score ended up being sixty-something us and zero them. It was really sad. Our band was cheering for their school. But their band is a state recognized program, much like ours, so we had fun battling. We also did a combined halftime show. But it was miserable. We got there at four to practice, and it was raining…and freezing. And then we sat out there and ate pizza in the cold rain until the game started at 7:30. We didn’t leave until about 10. It was so icky.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Saturday and Sunday:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;This weekend has been really hard. Like I said in my last post, my close friends’ father is dying of cancer. A group of friends and I spent this weekend at the hospital with them taking shifts sitting with him and holding his hands. The cancer has taken his digestive tract and they’ve taken him off of liquid nutrition. He has been unresponsive because they have him on pain meds so that he will remain comfortable. We know that he can hear us though, so we all sit in there and talk with him. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;We’ve had waves of emotion all weekend. Some moments, we are all laughing and joking around and remembering funny stories. Other times, we are all crying and holding one another. It has been an extreme emotional journey, and it is taking its toll on all of us. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;I have gained so much respect for a couple of my friends though. One of them graduated last year and goes to college in a city about half and hour away, but he drove down and spent all weekend at the hospital with the family. He’s driving back to school tonight, but he is going to come back and spend the night tomorrow night as well. As hard as my body is taking it, I know that he cannot feel very well right now, but he is still holding in there because he loves the family. Same goes for another guy and girl who have been there too. People always talk about how apathetic teenagers are these days, but they don’t know this group. There has been a constant flow of teenagers showing up to support the family all weekend. Besides the six of us who spent almost all weekend there, there were many others who showed up with food and spent time sitting around his bed and talking with us. There was so much love there, and it makes me so much more optimistic about human beings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;This has just been a long weekend. It doesn’t help that&amp;#160; I’ve been having dizzy spells all weekend. Mom just medicated me to make sure that I’m not getting an ear infection or the flu. I don’t have time. We are hosting an academic bowl meet two weeks from tomorrow, and as the captain of the team, I have so much shit to do that it’s not even funny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I’m just…tired.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TNdNXItxz5I/AAAAAAAAATw/pLXvl2u0Ilg/s1600-h/Signature_thumb%5B3%5D%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Signature_thumb[3]" border="0" alt="Signature_thumb[3]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TNdNYaU34oI/AAAAAAAAAT0/iWN4-wxxDtY/Signature_thumb%5B3%5D_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-7602280733872035629?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7602280733872035629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=7602280733872035629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/7602280733872035629?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/7602280733872035629?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/honey-i-know-this-act-its-called-tango.html' title='“Honey, I know this act. It’s called the Tango: Maureen.”'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUNR3w5cSp7ImA9Wx5bGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-8592339940874832640</id><published>2010-11-03T18:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:28:16.229-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-03T18:28:16.229-04:00</app:edited><title>“Nobody wins.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody Wins – The Veronicas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Keep one of my friend’s family in your prayers tonight. His dad was diagnosed with cancer this summer, and this week, it has taken a turn for the worse. I really don’t know how much longer he has.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;He has been one of the few father figures that I’ve had. My own father has never really been around, and he has always been around to ask me what I’m up to and to be concerned about me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;My friend is really close to him, and I’m worried about how he is going to react, so please just keep everyone in your thoughts. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TNHh_J-BWwI/AAAAAAAAATo/1LEy1nUsFP4/s1600-h/Signature_thumb%5B3%5D%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Signature_thumb[3]" border="0" alt="Signature_thumb[3]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TNHh_nZQ14I/AAAAAAAAATs/nRlL-zp7MoI/Signature_thumb%5B3%5D_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137096447666055838-8592339940874832640?l=geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8592339940874832640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137096447666055838&amp;postID=8592339940874832640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/8592339940874832640?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137096447666055838/posts/default/8592339940874832640?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geneticalinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/nobody-wins.html' title='“Nobody wins.”'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862943551414069939</uri><email>geneticallyinsane@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02155617549478611942'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkYNQ346fyp7ImA9Wx5bE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137096447666055838.post-1462736108060826094</id><published>2010-10-29T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:36:32.017-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-29T17:36:32.017-04:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Geiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scholarhips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Applications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soap Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title>“Say goodbye to one more day and another chance for you to change.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow Never Comes – Teddy Geiger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh, there is only one thing that I can really say, and that is that shit happens. You know? Sometimes things end that you don’t want to at the time, but as time goes along, you realize that everything is for the best. A lot of time people confuse being comfortable with being happy. Don’t get me wrong; you can be both. But they are not synonymous with one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shit happens. Sometimes you just have to man up and move past it. If you allow yourself to continue playing the victim, it is your fault in the end. You can let…well, shit rule your life. You’ve just got to let things go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that is a tough life lesson for everyone, and sometimes people don’t even realize that they are learning it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That’s the end of my soap box for today! On to other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, see that bandwagon over there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TMsvaCMYOsI/AAAAAAAAATI/JB2e9l3dFUc/s1600-h/Bandwagon%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bandwagon" border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TMsvceyMbRI/AAAAAAAAATM/QJnc0W1oVLQ/Bandwagon_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Bandwagon" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just jumped on it…or was pushed on it by my friend &lt;a href="http://doesthismakemelookhipster.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Caleb&lt;/a&gt;. Peer pressure…It’s a powerful force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But yeah. My twitter account is &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/vivobailar" target="_blank"&gt;@vivobailar&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I can’t promise that it’ll be interesting (Is anything on there interesting?) because I don’t yet entirely know the purpose of it…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Any of you Twitter vets have any pointers?&lt;br /&gt;
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Next, in two weeks, we're having an 80s themed marching band show, and we all have to dress up. Awesome, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Only problem. I don't know what to wear! Any ideas? One of my friends is already doing Madonna-esque stuff, and we're trying to convince a couple of the freshmen girls to be Salt &amp;amp; Peppa. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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I need help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And finally, random picture of the &lt;strike&gt;week&lt;/strike&gt; month, I guess. I found it a while back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TMsvdUPGsII/AAAAAAAAATQ/0_G2Nn6kiR0/s1600-h/Domestic%20Violence%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Domestic Violence" border="0" height="582" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NlrLsQWWukg/TMsveywpE3I/AAAAAAAAATU/PFYbXXmDt8Y/Domestic%20Violence_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Domestic Violence" width="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was on a scholarship finder that I was filling out. Spooky or just really resourceful? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May the force be with y’all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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