<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:27:34.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Girl's Camarilla</title><subtitle type='html'>Speak the truth, but leave immediately after.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113277063898190019</id><published>2005-11-23T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T10:33:25.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All things bright...</title><content type='html'>Let's see. My sister-in-law signed me up for the &lt;a href="http://www.seattlejinglebellrun.org/site/TR?px=1033722&amp;fl=en_US&amp;amp;s_tafId=1030&amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1010"&gt;Jingle Bell Run&lt;/a&gt; so if you feel like donating or coming to seattle to run, by all means... come on down! I did a practice 5k run and I managed to do it in 37 minutes. I need to shave at least 6 minutes off that time before the race and yet my quads need a serious break! Mark suggested I run 3 times a week before the race... and I'm er... considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this week it's been a little crazy. My meeting with the icky patang boss was cancelled, so that was a positive experience. I have a new manager - but he doesn't have a nickname yet. I'm sure he'll do something to afford him the luxury of a pet name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend, Mark, is moving back to Georgia so we got together on Tuesday night for a little dinner conversation. I tried to take him to &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/food/207736_rest14.html"&gt;Via Tribunali&lt;/a&gt; but they were closed! I was so confused. We decided to walk down to another pizza place and stumbled across the &lt;a href="http://seattle.citysearch.com/profile/35787989/kirkland_wa/wing_dome.html"&gt;Wing Dome&lt;/a&gt;. We ate some yummy wings, fries and a had a nice cold glass of beer. I'm not typically a beer person, but I totally am when it comes to wings! Wings are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm procrastinating working on my presentation again.  It's tonight at 6:00pm so err... yeah.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113277063898190019?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113277063898190019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113277063898190019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113277063898190019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113277063898190019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-things-bright.html' title='All things bright...'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113276875258797874</id><published>2005-11-23T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:59:12.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Bunny</title><content type='html'>I'm just saying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113276875258797874?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113276875258797874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113276875258797874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113276875258797874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113276875258797874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-heart-bunny.html' title='I heart Bunny'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113255778767276031</id><published>2005-11-20T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:23:07.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm procrastinating...</title><content type='html'>Ugh... I'm so bored with this stupid presentation research.  I put the TV to a channel of John Hughes films and the marathon is now over, so I'm listening to They Might Be Giants/Mono Puff.  Currently, the song is "&lt;a href="http://www.tmbw.net/wiki/index.php/Backstabbing_Liar/Lyrics"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Backstabbing Liar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" which I'm enjoying enough.  I'm desperate for distraction, I could start cleaning at any second!  I've checked email a few times and I suppose I could write to those crazy cats who spent time writing a page long email of interesting tid bits and future plans.  All these questions!  Ah!  It's good though... this is good.  I'm growing with every day I spend thinking.  Ok, I switched to Sarah McLachlan.  Windows Media picked up duplicate songs - and it's annoying to hear the same song twice in a row.  First song is "&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Sarah%20McLachlan%20Lyrics/Fallen%20Lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fallen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me procrastinate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113255778767276031?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113255778767276031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113255778767276031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-procrastinating.html' title='I&apos;m procrastinating...'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113254627166215843</id><published>2005-11-20T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:09:56.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Activity</title><content type='html'>Fabulous Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congratulations Lieutenant! I'm so proud of you, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many communications with people I really enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kickboxing&lt;br /&gt;My ass was handed to me on a platter. Kick! Kick! Kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0330373/"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the first round of the tri-wizard competition with the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capitolhillarts.com/peepshow.html"&gt;Cloud Tectonics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantastic play about the concept of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Premium Outlet Mall Shopping&lt;br /&gt;I went in search of some Calvin Klein and ended up with a little something-something from Ann Taylor. Oh, it's hot! Here's hoping someone asks me out to something I can wear it to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework...&lt;br /&gt;I am working on the market segment research for my presentations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113254627166215843?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113254627166215843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113254627166215843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113254627166215843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113254627166215843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-activity.html' title='Weekend Activity'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113233424018269969</id><published>2005-11-18T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:18:33.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assholes</title><content type='html'>"I've found that most assholes are not really bothered by being called an asshole. They know they are jerks." -my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113233424018269969?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113233424018269969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113233424018269969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113233424018269969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113233424018269969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/assholes.html' title='Assholes'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113230028855930822</id><published>2005-11-17T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:12:26.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-Drama Results in Freedom!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... now I feel better... this has been a long time coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ex-boyfriend decided to email me to tell me to move on. Ha! I think life is so ironic... because I actually am completely over him. I realize why he might think I haven't moved on - he thinks I'm not being sincere and playing games with him, which has been part of the problem this entire time (his perception of me, I never played serious games with him). The thing of it is - I may be emotional - but I'm also honest about my feelings (to myself at least). I have never ever wanted to get back together with him in a relationship, I just had a hard time getting over the situation.  I really thought he could be someone special while we were dating and that was a hard thing to give up. He was super fun to date, but as for any depth - there was nothing between us. I feel like I have to blog this, because I am so tired of how he sees me. He was never my friend after we broke up - he just assumed everything I did was somehow against him. Such a paranoid freak. It just seems funny at this moment - and I'm so proud of myself for finally calling it as I see it. He's an asshole and I finally said so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113230028855930822?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113230028855930822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113230028855930822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113230028855930822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113230028855930822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/ex-drama-results-in-freedom.html' title='Ex-Drama Results in Freedom!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113225823488203037</id><published>2005-11-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:10:18.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>I am officially recovered and it feels bloody great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my ex-boyfriend last night at a friends birthday party. The birthday boy's new girl dropped in and my ex proceeded to flirt with her - asking her all kinds of questions and being the guy I remember I liked so much (I'm not jealous - believe me, I know that feeling of jealousy!). Of course, watching this all go down makes me just look at him and shake my head. My ex is so disrespectful to his friend who spent the time getting to know the girl and involving her in his life. I was even surprised my ex flirted with her infront of me - which leads me to believe that had I actually gone out with him and his friends after the break up he would have been completely rude and insensitive the entire time I was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113225823488203037?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113225823488203037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113225823488203037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113225823488203037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113225823488203037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-to-birthday-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday to the Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113218089672784876</id><published>2005-11-16T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:41:36.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wear pants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/city_life/thersday/story/361741p-308127c.html"&gt;Skinny Pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to this new fashion trend they are calling skinny pants, because we will all look hippos in skinny pants.  These pants are for small children who tuck them into their boots (did you know this was fashionable as well... why! oh why!) and haven't realized they are dressed poorly.  You know I'm going to be wearing this sick evil pants and tucking them into boots soon -- and well, I'm sorry.  I'm also sorry for the neon coloured T-Shirts I wore in 1989 and Acid Wash.  I'd like to remind everyone what &lt;a href="http://www.retrocrush.com/archive2003/denim/"&gt;we looked like&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113218089672784876?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113218089672784876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113218089672784876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113218089672784876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113218089672784876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wear-pants.html' title='I wear pants!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113208089248775607</id><published>2005-11-15T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:55:43.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New, Banana?</title><content type='html'>Having had almost 2 litres of water today, I decided I'm now hydrated enough to think clearly. I've discovered I can't really be open and honest on my blog because my boss scavenged the internet (see even that's edited... I was going to say raped the internet, but then he'd get all pissed off at me for mentioning a crime in association with his name on the internet) for a picture of me and lo and behold found my blog! So... bitching about work stuff is out along with discussing job searches and possible HR violations I've accumulated over this past week. Also, many ex-boyfriends secretly read my blog, so... can't talk about them either (good or bad). My freedom of expression and my plots to take over the world must now be transfered via gmail from a secure location somewhere warm and south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world changed when we started wearing pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113208089248775607?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113208089248775607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113208089248775607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113208089248775607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113208089248775607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-new-banana.html' title='What&apos;s New, Banana?'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113164193298607744</id><published>2005-11-10T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:58:52.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now I'm Depressed!</title><content type='html'>We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet: and, amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us.  - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Maurice_Maeterlinck"&gt;Maurice Maeterlinck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113164193298607744?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113164193298607744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113164193298607744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113164193298607744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113164193298607744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-now-im-depressed.html' title='And Now I&apos;m Depressed!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113146851891237514</id><published>2005-11-08T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:48:38.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for you, James.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm your only friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your only friend&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a little glowing friend&lt;br /&gt;But really I'm not actually your friend&lt;br /&gt;But I am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a secret to tell&lt;br /&gt;From my electrical well&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells&lt;br /&gt;So the room must listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Filibuster vigilantly&lt;br /&gt;My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e&lt;br /&gt;My story's infinite&lt;br /&gt;Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm your only friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your only friend&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a little glowing friend&lt;br /&gt;But really I'm not actually your friend&lt;br /&gt;But I am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a picture opposite me&lt;br /&gt;Of my primitive ancestry&lt;br /&gt;Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free&lt;br /&gt;Though I respect that a lotI'd be fired if that were my job&lt;br /&gt;After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts&lt;br /&gt;Bluebird of friendliness&lt;br /&gt;Like guardian angels its always near&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;(and while you're at it&lt;br /&gt;Keep the nightlight on inside the&lt;br /&gt;Birdhouse in your soul)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113146851891237514?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113146851891237514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113146851891237514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113146851891237514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113146851891237514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-one-is-for-you-james.html' title='This one is for you, James.'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113078243317527907</id><published>2005-10-31T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:13:53.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees, Shrubs, Bushes oh my</title><content type='html'>It seems everyone I know these days is up in arms over President George W. Bush - and unfortunately it doesn't seem to be enough to impeach him.  I think about how I might run an entire country filled with such diversity, and honestly I can't think of a good way.  I do, however, believe in making everyone successful.  I believe everyone should eat, read, have warmth and live pain-free.  This, of course, means food and literacy programs, shelters and socialized medicine... at least at some kind of base line level.  I refuse to drink the kool-aid on US Policy.  I'm not saying this is a bad country, I just don't think it's as great as America spouts it is.  I think there's room for improvement and everyday examples shine on how the system is feeding on fear.  The majority are stunted in their vision of themselves and they only way to change a belief is to actually experience the other side.  How can you bring an experience to create change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113078243317527907?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113078243317527907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113078243317527907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113078243317527907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113078243317527907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/10/trees-shrubs-bushes-oh-my.html' title='Trees, Shrubs, Bushes oh my'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113051953965880201</id><published>2005-10-28T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:12:19.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Monkey Love Begins...</title><content type='html'>Ah, I have the bitter aftertaste of drama in my mouth this morning.  Sometimes I have to admit I am so damn emotional, but I just haven't realized that I'm obviously reacting to the situation.  I know why I react - so I will try again to catch it before it happens.  How on earth do you avoid an emotional outburst?  And should one avoid it?  It's definitely better knowing I'm alive, but I haven't obtained the ability to turn off the phone during those not-so-good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113051953965880201?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113051953965880201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113051953965880201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113051953965880201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113051953965880201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-monkey-love-begins.html' title='And The Monkey Love Begins...'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-113035435895705967</id><published>2005-10-26T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:19:18.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys Like It Too</title><content type='html'>I'm dancing in the middle of many dramas knowing that, while I am breezing by escaping full blown dementia, as soon as everyone else's blows over, all mine will begin.  Unfortunately, I'm all tapped out.  I do not have time at this moment to spend hours supporting anyone.  I had to choose between dramas and the one with the pending job loss and current break-up won by a landslide.  This one wins not only based on the degree of issue, but also based on the fact that I can actually do something to help with the time I have left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about my friends is they are independent and have a good support system outside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-113035435895705967?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/113035435895705967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=113035435895705967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113035435895705967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/113035435895705967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/10/monkeys-like-it-too.html' title='Monkeys Like It Too'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112930958643967921</id><published>2005-10-14T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:06:26.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edumacation</title><content type='html'>I'm in school again.  It's fantastic and mid-terms are coming up!  I'm totally stressed launching my first marketing campaign at work by myself and trying to write 4 essays for Monday's class.  It's a good kind of stress if that makes sense.  I'm finally involved and invested in my career.  I love feeling the passion that (hopefully) leads to success.  I get such a kick out of it.  I want to feel passionate about the things I believe are the right direction and to get feedback when it's not.  It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my four essays are on international trade, forecasting, farmer's markets vs. chain grocery stores and customer relationship management (CRM).  I've half-assed written the international trade essay - but it really is a flimsy outline at this point.  My roommate was cooking me dinner and distracting me with some Firefly episode where the ship talked.  I don't know.  I've never seen Firefly.  Does the ship always talk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112930958643967921?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112930958643967921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112930958643967921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112930958643967921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112930958643967921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/10/edumacation.html' title='Edumacation'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112896456455506684</id><published>2005-10-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:21:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes and Spiders are Out</title><content type='html'>In my inbox this morning was a url to an article about global warming, but the link directed me to an article about endangered species, which is just as interesting. I particularly was fond of this quote "We should protect endangered species, but not at the expense of our property owners," said Rep. Henry Brown Jr., R-S.C." Hopefully there is some kind of misunderstanding between the author and Mr. Henry... one can only hope that statement was taken out of context! However, this does present a very interesting question... just how important is our ecosystem to the government? Should property owners be paid off to protect it? It can be frustrating to build in an area with bald eagles, but if we take steps now to designate areas now to be protected and you currently own or are buying into that area, it should be everyone's responsibility to cohabitate with the planet. Should you really receive money from the government to exist with an endangered species? Except if it's spiders. And snakes. Snakes and Spiders are definitely out. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112896456455506684?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2002530484_esa30.html' title='Snakes and Spiders are Out'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112896456455506684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112896456455506684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112896456455506684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112896456455506684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/10/snakes-and-spiders-are-out.html' title='Snakes and Spiders are Out'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112801710666114902</id><published>2005-09-29T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:05:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott Adams on Computer Geeks</title><content type='html'>"In less enlightened times, the best way to impress women was to own ahot car. But women wised up and realized it was better to buy their ownhot cars so they wouldn't have to ride around with jerks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112801710666114902?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112801710666114902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112801710666114902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112801710666114902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112801710666114902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/09/scott-adams-on-computer-geeks.html' title='Scott Adams on Computer Geeks'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112725243107489073</id><published>2005-09-20T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:40:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donate to the CC Fund?</title><content type='html'>New problem with the Jetta! It's a &lt;a href="http://auto.howstuffworks.com/catalytic-converter.htm"&gt;catalytic converter&lt;/a&gt; that I now need to make my baby purr like a rumpled sack of tin cans dragged behind a tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person who thinks I'm negative about life because I discuss issues such as a broken car, finances, etc... I'd just like to take this blog to say to you - you're wrong.  I have a very positive outlook on life and about people.  What I do have is a very odd sense of humour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112725243107489073?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112725243107489073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112725243107489073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112725243107489073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112725243107489073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/09/donate-to-cc-fund.html' title='Donate to the CC Fund?'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112638777204600151</id><published>2005-09-10T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:29:32.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad!  Dad!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had to come into work today - and while that isn't fun - what was fun is somebody's kid started wandering around the building.  She panicked after a minute or so and said she lost her Dad.  Marianne and I asked her what his name was and she looked up at us wide-eyed and said "Dad".  Heh!  She was so serious!  We all wandered around the halls softly crying out Dad!  Dad!  Heh.  Eventually the right Dad popped by and said "Hey!  I told you to stay in room with the drinks until I finished up in the bathroom".  She just looked up and stared.  She was the cutest thing on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112638777204600151?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112638777204600151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112638777204600151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112638777204600151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112638777204600151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/09/dad-dad.html' title='Dad!  Dad!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112619796279005862</id><published>2005-09-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:46:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coil in the Car</title><content type='html'>So the problem with the Jetta is that there is some kind of required coil inside that wasn't functioning in the morning hours.  The only conclusion I can come to is my Jetta is a vampire!  I'm sure I'm going to have to replace the gas with human blood next - and it's going to require a lot of it - so beware friends!  If you feel tiny pricks in your arm or leg at night, it's probably me feeding my very demanding Jetta (Hey, I've got places to go!).  I'm still shopping for a new car, don't get me wrong - but I feel a little more relaxed about having to do it immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112619796279005862?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112619796279005862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112619796279005862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112619796279005862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112619796279005862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/09/coil-in-car.html' title='Coil in the Car'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112613386495137828</id><published>2005-09-07T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:01:53.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Her only crime was to have allowed a monster to ejaculate in her birth canal. These things happen to the best of women&lt;/em&gt;" - &lt;a href="http://www.curledup.com/quake.htm"&gt;Vonnegut, Timequake&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/7152359-112613386495137828?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112613386495137828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112613386495137828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112613386495137828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112613386495137828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-of-women.html' title='The Best of Women'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112604384104736344</id><published>2005-09-06T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:57:21.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jetta,</title><content type='html'>You are my green car I acquired in haste after the destruction of the white Honda.  We've had a lot of good times, but see, there's this Subaru I've had my eye on for awhile and well, it may be foolish of me to give up so early on... but I just can't stand waiting for tow truck drivers who take me the long way to hit on me and then charge me extra for the drive.  If your engine would work and it was just little things like the sunroof (which almost refused to close the other day) or cup holder - I might be okay with it.  It's just a major difference.  I can't in good conscience sell you to some guy off the street either, so the dealership is my only option.  I'm sorry it didn't work out and I'm sure you'll like your new owner better than me anyway.  Maybe they'll take you out more and afford you such luxuries such as the car wash.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112604384104736344?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112604384104736344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112604384104736344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112604384104736344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112604384104736344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/09/dear-jetta.html' title='Dear Jetta,'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112559219882839586</id><published>2005-09-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:34:23.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of Constant Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mycathatesyou.com/images/cats/2005/08/dj_hinkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mycathatesyou.com/images/cats/2005/08/dj_hinkles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a man of constant sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I've seen trouble all my day.&lt;br /&gt;I bid farewell to old Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;The place where I was born and raised. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(chorus) The place where he was born and raised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For six long years I've been in trouble&lt;br /&gt;No pleasures here on earth I found&lt;br /&gt;For in this world I'm bound to ramble&lt;br /&gt;I have no friends to help me now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(chorus) He has no friends to help him now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's fare thee well my old lover&lt;br /&gt;I never expect to see you again&lt;br /&gt;For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll die upon this train. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(chorus) Perhaps he'll die upon this train. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can bury me in some deep valley&lt;br /&gt;For many years where I may lay&lt;br /&gt;Then you may learn to love another&lt;br /&gt;While I am sleeping in my grave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(chorus) While he is sleeping in his grave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger&lt;br /&gt;My face you'll never see no more.&lt;br /&gt;But there is one promise that is given&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you on God's golden shore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(chorus) He'll meet you on God's golden shore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112559219882839586?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I-Am-A-Man-Of-Constant-Sorrow-lyrics-Alison-Krauss/40A792FB8D95FBAC48256F860007946E' title='Man of Constant Sorrow'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112559219882839586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112559219882839586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112559219882839586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112559219882839586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/09/man-of-constant-sorrow.html' title='Man of Constant Sorrow'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112551124478295342</id><published>2005-08-31T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:57:16.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Less Thing To Do</title><content type='html'>Recent studies reported in real-life medical journals indicate that there is no such thing as a stressful life event-only stressful thoughts about life events. Therefore, if something upsets you or makes you nervous, stressed or freaked out in any way, just don't think about it. The way to eliminate stress from your life is simply to stop thinking. Hurray! One less thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad props to Erica for helping me clean my apartment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112551124478295342?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112551124478295342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112551124478295342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112551124478295342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112551124478295342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-less-thing-to-do.html' title='One Less Thing To Do'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112533025107512830</id><published>2005-08-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:44:11.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends,</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much for helping me move into my new abode on Sunday!  All that lifting, sorting and creating direction out of chaos is definitely appreciated.  I know you don't believe it, but all my stuff is going to fit into the townhouse for sure.  Already I have a pretty good bedroom set up... although I'm sure I'll be making a Target trip for some organization tools and bins to make things look pretty.  Moving out of my old place was a little sad for me, but I'm so happy I have such great friends around me to make it enjoyable and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love to Tricia, Roo, James, Alex, Richard, Chip and Rebekah (who wasn't there, but only because she broke her arm) and look for such great events in the future like BBQ's, Netflix movie night and another moving day :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112533025107512830?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112533025107512830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112533025107512830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112533025107512830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112533025107512830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/dear-friends.html' title='Dear Friends,'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112508039991971489</id><published>2005-08-26T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:19:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Suicides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2227/426/1600/bunnysuicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2227/426/320/bunnysuicide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best cartoon website ever.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112508039991971489?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://unix.rulez.org/~calver/pictures/bunny_suicides/' title='Bunny Suicides'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112508039991971489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112508039991971489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112508039991971489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112508039991971489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/bunny-suicides.html' title='Bunny Suicides'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112499268869562536</id><published>2005-08-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:08:38.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Cingular,</title><content type='html'>I just received your letter and I have to admit I'm very surprised. You charged me $5.42 for my mobile phone bill this month. This is a big change since the last bill ($300+) so I hope this is an indication of better times to come. I thought about it and I think I will take you back on a temporary basis and see how it goes from here. Over the last few months, I spent some time with Comcast &amp; Earthlink and while they did not cause me as much anguish, they refuse to take back their cable modem or tell me where they live so I can mail it back to them.  I would love to continue to see Earthlink &amp; Comcast, but I can't continue being such a jerk.  I'm just not that kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to your next letter, Cingular!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112499268869562536?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112499268869562536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112499268869562536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112499268869562536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112499268869562536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/dear-cingular.html' title='Dear Cingular,'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112500805077075191</id><published>2005-08-20T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:14:10.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Muir</title><content type='html'>So, like... I made it to Camp Muir... base camp of the climb up Mount Rainier.   It was tough, but the way down was so super fun!  All I could think of was Fight Club's penguin sequence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;SLIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2227/426/1600/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2227/426/200/penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112500805077075191?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nps.gov/mora/trail/campmuir.htm' title='Camp Muir'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112500805077075191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112500805077075191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112500805077075191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112500805077075191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/camp-muir.html' title='Camp Muir'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112438613155535984</id><published>2005-08-18T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:30:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Core Web Application Development with PHP and MySQL</title><content type='html'>My brother finished writing his book and it's now posted for pre-sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know what he's talking about I suggest you pick it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Marc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112438613155535984?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0131867164/qid=1124303484/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/103-7769781-9033436?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846' title='Core Web Application Development with PHP and MySQL'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112438613155535984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112438613155535984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112438613155535984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112438613155535984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/core-web-application-development-with.html' title='Core Web Application Development with PHP and MySQL'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112420919636758368</id><published>2005-08-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T09:19:56.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Washington</title><content type='html'>These are the states I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;These are the states I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My road trip was awesome.  I had a great time.  Trip report coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112420919636758368?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112420919636758368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112420919636758368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112420919636758368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112420919636758368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/utah-wyoming-montana-idaho-washington.html' title='Utah, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Washington'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112368853927184146</id><published>2005-08-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T10:43:57.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think I need a New Heart" by Magnetic Fields</title><content type='html'>Time stands still&lt;br /&gt;All I can feel is the time standing still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you put down the keys&lt;br /&gt;and say don't call me please&lt;br /&gt;while the radio plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Think I Need a New Heart" ohhh&lt;br /&gt;"I Think I Need a New Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh You've lied too&lt;br /&gt;but it's a sin that I&lt;br /&gt;can't tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;cause it all comes out wrong&lt;br /&gt;unless I put it in a song&lt;br /&gt;so the radio plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Think I Need a New Heart"&lt;br /&gt;just for you "I Think I Need a New Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I always say I love you&lt;br /&gt;when I mean turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;and I say let's run away&lt;br /&gt;when I just mean stay the night&lt;br /&gt;but the words you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;you will never hear from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say "happy anniversary"&lt;br /&gt;never stay to say "happy anniversary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I think I need a new heart ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new heart ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new heart ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new heart ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Give me time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112368853927184146?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.chordie.com/chord.pere/www.guitartabs.cc/fetchfile.php?fileid=3551519' title='&quot;I think I need a New Heart&quot; by Magnetic Fields'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112368853927184146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112368853927184146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112368853927184146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112368853927184146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-i-need-new-heart-by-magnetic.html' title='&quot;I think I need a New Heart&quot; by Magnetic Fields'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112327147432622879</id><published>2005-08-05T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:51:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotterdammerung</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, baby.  This was absolutely fan-tastic!  This was my first opera... and it was 5 hours long... but wow!  Amazing!  I'll bet you are jealous.  I would be if I didn't see this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112327147432622879?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.seattleopera.org/operas/ring/gotterdammerung/' title='Gotterdammerung'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112327147432622879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112327147432622879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112327147432622879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112327147432622879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/08/gotterdammerung.html' title='Gotterdammerung'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112196808650143816</id><published>2005-07-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:48:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart My Blog and Not So Much Cingular</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I miss my blog... and I also have something to say.  It's a rant and not a rhyme about Cingular "3rd Circle of Hell" Wireless.  I have had 4 successive bills where I owe some exorbant amount of money.  Last one was $394!  The communication gods are out to get me.  There's never an explanation on my account - just "hmmm... I don't understand" - and the same result 2 hours later - me having my bill lowered to something manageable (but far from fair - &lt;em&gt;fair being the cost of the plan&lt;/em&gt;).  It's tiring and exhausting to fight.  I dislike confrontation in general, nevermind with people who don't deserve it.  The customer service people are just awesome and they get paid next to nothing to hear my complaints.  What a pickle they put you in!  You can't get mad at the agents, but you're oh so tired of the bullsh*t and being charged $20 more a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112196808650143816?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112196808650143816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112196808650143816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112196808650143816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112196808650143816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-heart-my-blog-and-not-so-much.html' title='I Heart My Blog and Not So Much Cingular'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112181215669485942</id><published>2005-07-19T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:29:16.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite, Alison Krauss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;New Favorite&lt;br /&gt;They all say it&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it too&lt;br /&gt;You've got a new favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're old standby&lt;br /&gt;your right hand guy&lt;br /&gt;is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;you've got a new favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you lie about love?&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light go out&lt;br /&gt;And should I go&lt;br /&gt;you won't say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its true&lt;br /&gt;I know you've got a new favorite&lt;br /&gt;I know you've got a new favorite&lt;br /&gt;You've got a new favorite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112181215669485942?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112181215669485942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112181215669485942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112181215669485942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112181215669485942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-favorite-alison-krauss.html' title='New Favorite, Alison Krauss'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112146069742878379</id><published>2005-07-15T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:51:37.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me For Longing, Alison Krauss</title><content type='html'>Don't choose me because I am faithful.&lt;br /&gt;Don't choose me because I am kind.&lt;br /&gt;If your heart settles on me, I'm for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;Take me for longing or leave me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be, for you, a fire in a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;I would be, for you, an opening door.&lt;br /&gt;Time and hard lessons are one kind of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget them or love me no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking your heart to believe me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for promise or pledge.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the answer, it's yes that's the question.&lt;br /&gt;I am the fool dancin' over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't choose me because I am faithful.&lt;br /&gt;Don't choose me because I am kind.&lt;br /&gt;If your heart settles on me, I'm for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;Take me for longing or leave me behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112146069742878379?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112146069742878379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112146069742878379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112146069742878379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112146069742878379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-me-for-longing-alison-krauss.html' title='Take Me For Longing, Alison Krauss'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112066685758371331</id><published>2005-07-06T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:20:57.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have You Been, Young Lady?</title><content type='html'>I've traded blogging for sitting outside in the sunshine.  Seattle summer is here and there is nothing (barring some kind of internal disaster and work) that can keep me from being outside in the light of day.  I'm sunburned, mosquito bitten and my car has broken down 3 times - but nothing is keeping me inside!  NOTHING!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy summer!  See you in a few months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112066685758371331?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112066685758371331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112066685758371331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112066685758371331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112066685758371331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-have-you-been-young-lady.html' title='Where Have You Been, Young Lady?'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-112002327679761221</id><published>2005-06-29T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:35:30.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards Glance, Curve</title><content type='html'>With a backwards glance I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Saw the regret in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's too late now to change the truth&lt;br /&gt;While we're living under the same roof&lt;br /&gt;It's a ruse of yours to alter perception, manipulate a violent situation&lt;br /&gt;For your own gain&lt;br /&gt;With my tits in the air I'm strong and proud&lt;br /&gt;You'll see me laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;On a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;In the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;We'll all be there so come and share&lt;br /&gt;It's a ruse of yours to alter perception, manipulate a vital situation&lt;br /&gt;To your own gain and your own needs and your own fear&lt;br /&gt;And your own tears&lt;br /&gt;Seek and destroy, smile and obey&lt;br /&gt;It's a ruse of yours to spoil perfection, manipulate a violent situation&lt;br /&gt;For your own gain and your own needs and your own fear&lt;br /&gt;And your own tears&lt;br /&gt;Seek and destroy, smile and obey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-112002327679761221?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/112002327679761221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=112002327679761221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112002327679761221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/112002327679761221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/06/backwards-glance-curve.html' title='Backwards Glance, Curve'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111752129354533126</id><published>2005-05-30T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:05:58.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeated Repetition</title><content type='html'>My long weekend was stupendous! I did the following things... Kickboxing, &lt;a href="http://www.advancedmedicalinstitute.com/photorejuvenation.htm"&gt;Photo Rejuvenation&lt;/a&gt;, Shopping, Ponti's Seafood and Grill, Little Si, BBQ, Roller Coasters, Space Needle, more Shopping, fresh salads and a new love for Brianna's Poppyseed Dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Crystal, convinced me to try this Light Therapy at the Osmotics counter at Nordstroms. I have no idea what will happen to my skin... will I be rejuvenated? What are your thoughts on this new treatment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111752129354533126?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111752129354533126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111752129354533126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111752129354533126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111752129354533126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/repeated-repetition.html' title='Repeated Repetition'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111690682686507077</id><published>2005-05-23T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:26:10.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Be Close From Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Highlight: Meditation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange night... I became known as Carpool... because, i offered myself up to be a carpool. I was carted to a going away party for this girl, Meredith, who is moving to New York. It was a crazy party filled with potential pot smokers and gay theatre boys. It was fantastic! Meredith's Dad was amazing... he's vegan and meditates. We talked about it for almost the entire party! I ate brownies (hopefully they were spiked) and drew pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Highlight: Fishy swimming from Seattle to Redmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawni-Rae kicked my ass and I napped. The evening hours prompted me to take Erica downtown Seattle to eat a little food at Thai Heaven and Skee ball! I won a purple plastic Buddha. Erica named him Billy. I finished off the night with a few bites of some soy cream! Mmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Highlight: Hanging out with James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to drag myself to the Seattle Museum of History (MOHAI). It was pretty cool. It's amazing to see documentation about racism... Of course, I always knew that it was prevalent - but it's an unpleasant reminder when you actually see it. There were a lot of interesting bits from the Lewis &amp; Clark Exhibition. After the museum, I stopped off at the Black Cat Cafe and met up with my new scottish friend, James. We went down to the Seattle Fair and he ate some of the local food and stared at photographs. I met Erica in the evening for a nice walk and we watched the movie... &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371246/"&gt;Spanglish&lt;/a&gt;. Cute movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't know you - but I hate you.  I hate you.  And this is all I've been shown and I don't have a mind of my own.  I think you're ugly and your kind bugs me.  You bug me... and this is all that I know.  I don't have a mind of my own."&lt;/em&gt; - Jacqueline Rendell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111690682686507077?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111690682686507077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111690682686507077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111690682686507077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111690682686507077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-be-close-from-far-away.html' title='Let&apos;s Be Close From Far Away'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111617616195835659</id><published>2005-05-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T19:17:44.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eskimo Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Highlight: Receiving a great big hug from Chip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a grumpasaurus rex for some of Friday... I had just decided to return to my state of vegetarianism... when I forgot and ate bacon. The rest of the day scrounging for protein was difficult, so I'm going to have to find an easier way to eat protein during the day. This was my problem being vegetarian... oh, sure, there are a ton of options - but let's face it folks... tofu tastes like crap unless it's (deep) fried. Mmmmmm! Chip circumvented the grumpiness by being Chip and off we went on a short hike to &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/getaways/77990_hike11.shtml"&gt;Annette Lake&lt;/a&gt;. How I have missed my Chip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Highlight: Sitting in the grass overlooking Seattle and feeling a warm breeze against my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the 'E' string on my violin. My kickboxing instructor, Dawni-Rae, decided that today's class would be 2 hours of absolute violence against the body. My plan to traipse around Seattle was interrupted by sheer exhaustion, so I went home and cleaned instead. My apartment is spotless! As the evening hour approached, I thought I'd go out and try my hand at some evening photography. I arrived at &lt;a href="http://www.ci.bellevue.wa.us/page.asp?view=1960"&gt;Bellevue Park&lt;/a&gt; and took some nice low-light shots (and played on the kiddie swing set) and then headed out to &lt;a href="http://www.cityofseattle.net/parks/parkspaces/GASWORKS.htm"&gt;Gasworks Park&lt;/a&gt; in Seattle for the nighttime cityscape. There was some kind of commotion in the distance... bombs, fireworks, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Highlight: Hanging out with my friends, Lisa &amp;amp; Jen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained. Most notably, my friend opened up her own cafe near U-Village called &lt;a href="http://www.theblackcatcafe.biz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Black Cat Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She has yet to have an official grand opening, but she is planning it soon. I finally (after 2 weeks) dropped by to see the cafe and spent quite a few hours hanging out by their faux-fireplace. It was amazing what she did with the place. What a creative brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Cat Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5000 30th Avenue NE, Seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;520-West&lt;br /&gt;Exit: Montlake Blvd and continue along this street&lt;br /&gt;Slight LEFT on 25th Ave NE&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT on Blakeley Street&lt;br /&gt;Park!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=23320"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bunny's Random Quiz&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural Creative - 94%&lt;br /&gt;Materialist - 94%&lt;br /&gt;Postmodernist - 88%&lt;br /&gt;Idealist - 75%&lt;br /&gt;Existentialist - 75%&lt;br /&gt;Modernist - 44%&lt;br /&gt;Romanticist - 31%&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentalist - 0%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111617616195835659?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111617616195835659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111617616195835659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111617616195835659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111617616195835659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-eskimo-friend.html' title='My Eskimo Friend'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111600165466469669</id><published>2005-05-13T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T09:27:34.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack</title><content type='html'>In the theology of the Church of the SubGenius, a mystical substance or quality that is the prerequisite of all human happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111600165466469669?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=slack&amp;r=f' title='Slack'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111600165466469669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111600165466469669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111600165466469669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111600165466469669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/slack.html' title='Slack'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111587672636178786</id><published>2005-05-12T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:59:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me What You Want</title><content type='html'>What a surreal day yesterday - I am spent. I took the amazing abs class and was told I was too strong to do it the easy way (&lt;em&gt;yes!&lt;/em&gt;) and when that was finished I wasn't quite dead, so I headed off to what I thought was step aerobics. Was it step aerobics? No. Was it kickboxing? No. It was a combination hip hop-strip tease class! Ha ha! Fantastic! Also, because I thought the instructor was just being odd and friendly she asked who wanted to go dancing one Saturday night with her and I (&lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt;) jumped up and said YES! ME ME! So er... I've had one class of hip hip - strip tease, and now I've gotta prove myself on the dance floor. Sweet. I can't wait! To finalize this rather odd Wednesday, my violin instructor told me I was ahead of schedule and that I was a quick study.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dream Sequence:&lt;/u&gt;  I'm in the middle of a war zone.  I'm not freaked out and feel very casual about it.  Our camp is invaded and I hide (&lt;em&gt;get this&lt;/em&gt;) under a table.  I find a young man and woman with a small child.  The tablecloth (&lt;em&gt;ha ha&lt;/em&gt;) is lifted up and a solider shoots and kills the man and woman.  I grab the child and run.  I meet up with a male friend at a grocery store and we're browsing the aisles.  Apparently I know that men just walk up and abuse women to put them in their place and a couple guys in the store walk up and just slap my face.  Despite the fact that I want to rip their hearts out, I take it, as I don't want to be captured.  My friend and I are then discovered, so we start running.  I'm scaling walls and leaping over walls, falling great distances... and then running and running.  My friend is right behind me.  We hide out in a bathroom, where I find a childs toy covered in dirt.  I wash it off and I give it to the baby.  She giggles.  I pick her back up when I hear footsteps and we take off again.  My friend is captured, but I keep running.  I find the US Embassy and run inside.  I ask for a bottle for the baby, but they bring me food.  I ask again for a bottle for the baby.  I see my friend being dragged off by the police out the window and then I wake up.  What a nutty dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111587672636178786?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111587672636178786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111587672636178786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111587672636178786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111587672636178786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/tell-me-what-you-want.html' title='Tell Me What You Want'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111583716064632660</id><published>2005-05-11T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:00:53.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Steve and A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Highlight: The State of The Union and $8 water from the W Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out with my friend Texas Steve to see &lt;a href="http://www.eslmusic.com/discography/thievery-discography.html"&gt;Thievery Corporation&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://seattle.citysearch.com/profile/40848008/seattle_wa/the_premier.html?cslink=search_name_noncust&amp;amp;ulink=search__searchslot1_520__0_profile_5_1"&gt;Premier&lt;/a&gt; in Seattle. It was incredible! The bass was thumping against my chest so much I think my rib cage shattered at one point. My favourite song was a reggae beat mixed with mystical lounge sounds... I think the lyrics were "broadcasting lies" or something to that effect. T-Steve and I grooved to the music all night long (&lt;em&gt;ok, that's midnight for me now&lt;/em&gt;)! After the fabulous concert we headed back to the &lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/whotels/index.html?EM=aa_Google_w_hotel_122104"&gt;W&lt;/a&gt; and plopped down on the grandiose king bed to listen to a CD and drink some $8 water. He actually let me keep the super cool carafe too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vague impression lingers in the back of my mind." &lt;/em&gt;- Rob Hedge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111583716064632660?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111583716064632660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111583716064632660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111583716064632660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111583716064632660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/texas-steve-and-girl.html' title='Texas Steve and A Girl'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111561751554791102</id><published>2005-05-09T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:34:41.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let's Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Highlight: First Outdoor Climb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day climbing for the first time outdoors at &lt;a href="http://www.deceptioncrags.com/Media/38AreaMap.htm"&gt;Exit 38&lt;/a&gt;. It was my first outdoor climb and although the very first one was only a 5.6 - I was terrified! I got the hang of it pretty quick and was dragging myself up a 5.8 by the end. I hope to get to at least a 5.9 and maybe even try something with a little more exposure. I'm getting used to feeling vulnerable on the exposed hikes, so maybe it won't be so much of a leap to climbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Highlight: Twinkie in the Mailbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike up &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/getaways/112797/hike27.html"&gt;Mailbox Peak&lt;/a&gt; was incredibly difficult. I slogged up there with a couple of friends and through some miracle made it to the top! It was incredible... a full 360 view of the cascades. You wouldn't believe it. We put a (indestructible) twinkie in the mailbox as a tribute and wrote our friend, Sameer, (who couldn't join us) a letter... not only because he is crazy and will hike this trail, but... okay, there's nothing else.  He's crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111561751554791102?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111561751554791102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111561751554791102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111561751554791102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111561751554791102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-lets-start.html' title='Don&apos;t Let&apos;s Start'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111539589160183413</id><published>2005-05-06T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:46:45.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Count Me With Just One Hand</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a wonderful new book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0679767924/102-0560492-1080124?v=glance"&gt;Independent People by Halldor Laxness&lt;/a&gt;. I'm only halfway through and social obligations are making it difficult to find a good chunk of time to just sit and read, but maintaining relationships is a higher priority! I just love my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love my horoscope yesterday... "&lt;em&gt;Why do you now face a particular problem? Who cares?&lt;/em&gt;". Ha ha! It is so appropriate to a situation I face with a friend. I had the best discussion with him last night; I was really interested in what he was saying; I found a tiny bit of renewed admiration for him as a person... and then... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ten years from now I'll be boring, crazy, or dead, and the scary part is I don't know which of those I prefer."&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.catandgirl.com/view.php?loc=3"&gt;Cat and Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111539589160183413?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111539589160183413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111539589160183413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111539589160183413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111539589160183413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-can-count-me-with-just-one-hand.html' title='You Can Count Me With Just One Hand'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111526940825011718</id><published>2005-05-05T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:44:04.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live In The Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlight:&lt;/u&gt; Sending quotes from a book via sms to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts off like anything should; a giggle, a sarcastic remark, laughter, odd behaviours and the comfortable silence. It is my brother's company I enjoy for hours, drifting in and out of the clouds. We arrive on time and my Dad waves from the line of people stacked on top of each other waiting for lovers, friends and family. He instantly comments on my figure (praises mind you), but I'm irritated nonetheless as he never once asked me how I was. So, suffice it to say it's off to a great start. A battle soon ensues over whether or not I'm going to join him on some errands the next morning. I say no, he wills me to come with him. I say no, he demands it. I say no. Seconds upon arrival I reduce myself to a rebellious teenager furrowing my brow and speaking against the gales coming out of my father's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlight:&lt;/u&gt; Running in a light snow fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at noon, so it looks like I'm not going to attend to my Dad's errands afterall. Yay! I put on my sweats and head outside for a run. It's a little chilly as I run through Mennonite farmland, but it feels incredible to be outside with the snow falling softly around me, kissing my neck and disappearing into my skin. It started to hail briefly, so I headed back to the Inn for a quick shower so I won't smell on my tour of St. Jacobs. It was here that I met up with my old friend inspiration. Hello Inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlight:&lt;/u&gt; Walking into Tim Hortons at 10am in formal wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad's wedding was incredible and my family is well... taken straight out of some scary television show. I swear, there's enough drama to feed an entire series of soap operas. I send my thanks out to Steve Hickson, my sunshine in the hail, the smile in the morning, the saviour among Germans... it was so great to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday/Wednesday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlight:&lt;/u&gt; Bowling at Palasades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to have gone home for a visit... yes, home. Despite the claims of Seattle being my home (Eric), I think my heart still belongs to Canada. I believe it's the rhythm of life, a way of being without judgment, a sense of freedom to the soul that I just can't find here. It's passion with purpose and smiles without shackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scottiescutandpasteproject.cjb.net/"&gt;Scott Walmsley&lt;/a&gt; - You rock in my heart ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was unsupervised. I had a real good time. Until I... I hit my head"&lt;/em&gt; - Mono Puff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111526940825011718?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111526940825011718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111526940825011718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111526940825011718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111526940825011718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-live-in-clouds.html' title='I Live In The Clouds'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111453364270131795</id><published>2005-04-26T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T09:42:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings You Can't Invent</title><content type='html'>What day is it, again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the Amazing Abs workout... and my abs are still not amazing. They will be rock solid, drop dead amazing in a few months time if I keep this up. I will be solid at the core. Balance will be my friend. I will have a flat stomach... er... okay, maybe not. ;-) After that, I finally went to climb the Pinnacle at &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/~Schryer/marymoore.html"&gt;Marymoor Park&lt;/a&gt; until about 9:00pm. If you check out the link, the route I mentioned is the big pointy thing on the left. Heh. I never in a million years would have thought I would be up there... I'm afraid of heights. I have weak arms. I'm a chicken butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else is really going on - so I'll keep talking about what it is I'm doing. I could talk about books I'm reading, I suppose - but wouldn't you rather just read the book? I recommend starting with &lt;a href="http://www.themodernword.com/gabo/gabo_works_fiction.html#Anchor-One-14210"&gt;100 Years of Solitude&lt;/a&gt;. It's complicated... a lot of characters... you'll need a degree in genealogy... but it's a fantastic read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111453364270131795?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111453364270131795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111453364270131795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111453364270131795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111453364270131795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/somethings-you-cant-invent.html' title='Somethings You Can&apos;t Invent'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111440893237546899</id><published>2005-04-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T09:32:19.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Inc.</title><content type='html'>My weekend was great. I escaped from work early to take a nice long bike ride in the sunshine up to Woodinville and back. Oh, how the summer promotes laziness in work. I am a work stoppage issue these days. I will definitely make more of an attempt to focus. Focus. Focus. Is that something shiny?  Where was I?  Oh yes, the weekend. I also went to a kickboxing class, a pilates class, and went on two hikes, &lt;a href="http://seattlep-i.nwsource.com/getaways/111298/hike12.html"&gt;Heather Lake&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/getaways/84594_hike29.shtml"&gt;Perry Creek&lt;/a&gt;. It was super fun. You can check out my &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/nicwand/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_photoalbum=showdefault&amp;_c=photoalbum"&gt;pictures &lt;/a&gt;taken with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.cainer.com/"&gt;horoscope&lt;/a&gt; is kinda odd today... "&lt;em&gt;Don't worry about what seems to be missing from your life at the moment, whatever you really need, will turn up&lt;/em&gt;".  Seems to remind me of Mick Jagger's song &lt;a href="http://www.keno.org/stones_lyrics/you_cant_always_get_what_you_want.htm"&gt;You Can't Always Get What You Want&lt;/a&gt;.  Don't like this horoscope?  Here's &lt;a href="http://www.bridgettwalther.com/"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt; one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111440893237546899?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111440893237546899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111440893237546899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111440893237546899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111440893237546899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/feel-good-inc.html' title='Feel Good Inc.'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111419009450855839</id><published>2005-04-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:14:54.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Your Astronaut</title><content type='html'>Does all art come from suffering, passion and pain?  I can't think of one example where the artist wasn't some form of crazy...  Can indifference create something beautiful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120679/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Frida Kahlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I brought you something close to me, Left for something you see though you're here. You haunt my dreams. There's nothing to do but believe. Just Believe. Just Breathe." - Telepopmusik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111419009450855839?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111419009450855839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111419009450855839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111419009450855839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111419009450855839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-not-your-astronaut.html' title='I&apos;m Not Your Astronaut'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111410025435762488</id><published>2005-04-21T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:20:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe: Scary Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hang-over cure!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 shots of Absolut Peppar Vodka&lt;br /&gt;3 drops Tabasco sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;3 ounces V8&lt;br /&gt;fresh ground pepper &amp;amp; sea salt&lt;br /&gt;fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;cajun spices&lt;br /&gt;2 aspirin&lt;br /&gt;2 Alka-Seltzer&lt;br /&gt;french celery stalk&lt;br /&gt;lime wedge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush the Alka-Seltzer and aspirin into a fine powder and mix with Cajun spices.&lt;br /&gt;Wet the rim of a large glass with lemon juice and dust with Cajun painkilling spices.&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients and shake with ice, then strain into the glass over ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;Add celery, a squeeze of lemon, and the wedge of lime.&lt;br /&gt;Drink with attitude in &lt;a href="http://www.tijuana.com/nightlife.html"&gt;Tijuana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111410025435762488?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111410025435762488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111410025435762488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111410025435762488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111410025435762488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/recipe-scary-mary.html' title='Recipe: Scary Mary'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111404368144271693</id><published>2005-04-20T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:34:41.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff: My Eyes Are Scrambled</title><content type='html'>Too much work to do today - and getting caught up from being sick.  I'm having fun pulling data down from Nielson... oh yes... I get to know all about YOU.  Oh how I adore access to data.  I should work for the CIA.  I'd be entertained all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111404368144271693?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111404368144271693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111404368144271693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111404368144271693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111404368144271693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-my-eyes-are-scrambled.html' title='Stuff: My Eyes Are Scrambled'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111397383143395129</id><published>2005-04-19T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:13:32.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Des Choses: Je me sens mal</title><content type='html'>I threw up all morning. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;I napped in the afternoon. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I watched some movies. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0325710/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Samurai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise American hero movie. There were some guns, some mild tension and some swordfights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0181530/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Est-Ouest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A French couple is trapped in Russia. There's adultery, drama and a lot of sneaky behaviour.  There are several scenes where a swimmer is rubbing oil or butter or something all over himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111397383143395129?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111397383143395129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111397383143395129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111397383143395129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111397383143395129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/des-choses-je-me-sens-mal.html' title='Des Choses: Je me sens mal'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111367946954511733</id><published>2005-04-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:54:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things: Wave-Particle Duality*</title><content type='html'>I was surprised &lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;night with tickets to the &lt;a href="http://www.pnb.org/season/american.html"&gt;ballet&lt;/a&gt; including seats in the orchestra section! Woo! It was incredible. The Piano Dance was beautiful... The snow white skin, the red velvet costumes... You could see the muscles tense and bulge. Dancers are so magnificent. The most stunning piece was Lambarena which was a combination of classical &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000002A94/qid=1113679211/sr=11-1/ref=sr_11_1/002-1668275-8929610"&gt;Bach &amp; African&lt;/a&gt; music. The evening ended with some appetizers and drinks at &lt;a href="http://www.bonefishgrill.com/home.asp"&gt;Bonefish&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; morning and drove out to &lt;a href="http://www.seattleastro.org/obspoopoo.html"&gt;Poo Poo Point&lt;/a&gt; for a quick jaunt in the forest. It was pouring down rain... the kind of rain that makes you feel (and look) like a drowned rat after five minutes. I reached the top and rushed home to snuggle into some pajamas and nap. I awoke to the beautiful rays of incredible sunshine warming my face. I leapt out of bed, jumped into the shower and went shopping. I lost all my will and bought an outdoor jacket I've been wanting for awhile... the kind with a nice tight hoodie and a place for your thumb in the sleeves. Oh, how I long to wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; was pretty ordinary. I picked up the &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/nicwand/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_photoalbum=showdefault&amp;amp;_c=photoalbum"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; (some of them need a bit of editing - my scanner bites) of my backpacking trip and tulip festival, had tea at &lt;a href="http://www.teamap.com/tearooms/sassy_teahouse___boutique_1427.html"&gt;Sassy&lt;/a&gt;, walking around town and the general errands and crap people do. Watched a crap movie and I'm not even going to tell you the name because I'm so embarrassed to have actually sat through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, says the calendar on my computer.  The cafeteria had blueberries in the fruit bar today, so hopefully that will set the tone for today.  Another bonus is my boy and I are having lunch and he will hopefully whisk me away to regions unknown... if not physically at least mentally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;The title is dedicated to Hoagie1 and TDog. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111367946954511733?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111367946954511733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111367946954511733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111367946954511733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111367946954511733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-wave-particle-duality.html' title='Things: Wave-Particle Duality*'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111357946447810945</id><published>2005-04-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:44:46.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things &amp; Stuff: nucleotide base</title><content type='html'>I'm trapped in extranet training land which is located right next to hell itself (read: Sammamish). I've been here since 7:30am and there is no escape from the torture. The projector isn't functioning and the screen is kinda yellow... like someone stood up and pissed all over it. There isn't even any heated water in this building... with exception to a bathroom sink! I've gotten into the habit of drinking a nice warm cup of lemon tea every morning and I'm missing my ritual a little bit... but I managed to drag my tired body over to the fridge where I have a myriad of sugary liquids to choose from. I chose a diet pepsi which called out to me on a very primal level (read: placebo sugar high!). I'm still recovering from the wine gum sugar crash of April 14, 2005. You would have been amazed at how fast I was talking to my boss and how happy I sounded. No wonder people binge on it... I was flying HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored right now... and my right eye is burning a little bit. Everyone is so quiet... the screen is blank... the two guys in training with me are typing madly on their laptops. Should I get up to leave? Would any of the old "dating strategies" work at this point... "Oh I'm sorry, mr. trainer man... but you see, I just got a text message and it seems mscom has shut down. I must run!". Maybe not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111357946447810945?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111357946447810945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111357946447810945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111357946447810945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111357946447810945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-stuff-nucleotide-base.html' title='Things &amp; Stuff: nucleotide base'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111349583745963375</id><published>2005-04-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:23:57.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Des Choses: En Francais SVP!</title><content type='html'>Les heures s'écoulent tellement rapidement, je n'ai rien de neuf parler. La nuit passée je suis allé pendant des 2 heures promenade/course. Ma solitude a été détruite par le cri des diables miniatures me suivant sur la traînée... Je pense qu'ils ont pu avoir été sur des drogues (trop de sucre). C'était une soirée magnifique en effet. Aujourd'hui, mon foyer va être sur la Banque de l'Amérique et obtient ces conceptions faites. Je n'ai rien à autrement dire, mais au moins la plupart d'entre vous ne peut pas comprendre parce que je le dis en français. Ciao!  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111349583745963375?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111349583745963375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111349583745963375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111349583745963375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111349583745963375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/des-choses-en-francais-svp.html' title='Des Choses: En Francais SVP!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111340985673049507</id><published>2005-04-13T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:30:56.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Rempli</title><content type='html'>I got a notice at work that my mailbox was over its size limit, so I'm taking this opportunity to write on my blog.  It's not like I don't write everyday though... and I'm amazed I have anything to say at all.  I'm also surprised I'm not bored to tears with this thing... so clearly I must like keeping a journal.  I wonder if it's because I'm so forgetful, I fear losing all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make an exciting discovery last night.  I discovered that I don't look at the time when I'm working in photoshop.  I don't worry so much when I'm out taking pictures.  I lose myself when I'm exercising hard.  I'm competitive when I think I'm better at something than someone else and it turns out I'm not.  I have fabulous friends who say I'm better anyway ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Film du jour: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0308644/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very heartwarming film about dealing with death and discovering the joy in living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111340985673049507?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111340985673049507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111340985673049507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111340985673049507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111340985673049507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-rempli.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Rempli'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111333252132617032</id><published>2005-04-12T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:02:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Wearing Noisy Shoes</title><content type='html'>What a bloody odd start to any day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local detective rings me up at 8:40 as apparently some car thief had my number written on his/her address book's front cover.  Stalker?  A recent date of mine?  I have no idea.  The detective read off the names in the address book and I did not know a single one - so can't say it's a friend of mine.  It had better not have been a friend of mine.  And who has an address book these days anyway - someone without a mobile phone!  Who doesn't have a mobile phone?  It's so one of my dates, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'd like to note I haven't even been looking all that attractive lately... and it seems like I'm really turning the heads of guys who have bruised knuckles from the fistfight they were in last night at the bar and heroin-addict looking guys.  I had better start wearing pants to work.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111333252132617032?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111333252132617032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111333252132617032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111333252132617032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111333252132617032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-wearing-noisy-shoes.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Wearing Noisy Shoes'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111323925108506894</id><published>2005-04-11T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:07:31.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Push and Shove</title><content type='html'>It's Monday alright, but definitely not a bad start to the day.  I came in this morning to find my lemon tea all neatly tucked into small packets in the kitchen and someone I like said "Morning sugar!" to me.  That's nice.  I like that a lot.  Pet names generally make me feel good, unless they're calling me a twat or stupid-head... those can make me mad sometimes.  Heh.  I was also called by a recruiter from an online company at 9am.  It was fabulous to get a Monday morning phone call saying "oh baby, I want you", but whoops! it was for a job I was interested in a couple years ago.  I've moved on, dollface!  I'm not pompous though... enough companies treat me like shit to balance it all out ;-)  Hee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111323925108506894?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111323925108506894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111323925108506894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111323925108506894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111323925108506894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-push-and-shove.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Push and Shove'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111318045648700178</id><published>2005-04-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:47:36.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Nautical Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; I enjoyed the most wonderful swordfish steak ever at &lt;a href="http://www.flyingfishseattle.com/"&gt;The Flying Fish&lt;/a&gt;. YUM! I did not eat any dessert, since I am still working on the chocolate cake from Lara. It's just too darn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; I traveled up near Anacortes to see the &lt;a href="http://www.tulipfestival.org/"&gt;Skagit County Tulip Festival&lt;/a&gt;. What an amazing day of endless tulip fields! I took about 4 rolls of film... and I hope one or two turns out well enough for me to put up on my wall... or at least make some kind of collage out of. After all, I did spend about six hours in the fields... frolicking and digging my knees in the mud for these photographs. The evening consisted of a great birthday party (Happy Birthday, Candice!), which I thought would be all about the babies, but it turned out to be all about the adults and wine. A lot of wine! What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; I took the bus downtown to the exhibit, &lt;a href="http://www.afsc.org/eyes/default.htm"&gt;Eyes Wide Open&lt;/a&gt;... holy crap. It's a very liberal exhibit, so if you're going to head downtown to see it, be prepared for a little humanity! It was quiet in the exhibit and there was this hippy guy wandering around the shoes slowly and rhythmically banging a drum. A little mortified by the number of shoes on display (representing a loss of life) I needed a mental break... Right around the corner, the IMAX theatre was playing &lt;a href="http://www.nilefilm.com/"&gt;Mystery of the Nile&lt;/a&gt; and it was a great pick!  Flying over the water, avoiding crocodiles... fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111318045648700178?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111318045648700178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111318045648700178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111318045648700178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111318045648700178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-nautical-bitch.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Nautical Bitch'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111298307915087433</id><published>2005-04-08T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T10:57:59.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: I Believe in Fantasy</title><content type='html'>I'm going to spend my time fantasizing on my blog like my friend &lt;a href="http://krixfort.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krix&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANTASY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Geographic is at my doorstep again begging me for photographs of a leaf I took a year ago in the &lt;a href="http://www.serengeti.org/"&gt;Serengeti&lt;/a&gt;.  I think it's cool that a small group of people know my work... and yesterday this highschool kid emailed me to say she loves my photographs!  It's so nice to be recognized once in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALITY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=1516&amp;amp;ncid=1516&amp;e=1&amp;amp;u=/afp/20050408/od_afp/healthhongkongleech_050408113104"&gt;Bloodsucking leech spends month up Hong Kong hiker's nose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't believe reality, would be the way it should. But I believe in fantasy, the future's understood"&lt;/em&gt; - Franka Potente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111298307915087433?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111298307915087433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111298307915087433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111298307915087433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111298307915087433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-i-believe-in-fantasy.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: I Believe in Fantasy'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111298590193568983</id><published>2005-04-07T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:13:28.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Form of Pouchlike Cavity!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday toooo meeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did I do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hiked Mount Si and ate mexican food.  The hike was good, snowy and cold... the food was good, but inhaled quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043386/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casque D'Or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say "film noir" they meant unhappy films.  This one is in French!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111298590193568983?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111298590193568983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111298590193568983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111298590193568983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111298590193568983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-form-of-pouchlike-cavity.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Form of Pouchlike Cavity!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111302771934386687</id><published>2005-04-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:22:57.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/IMAGE_140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/IMAGE_140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Top of Mount Si &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111302771934386687?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111302771934386687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111302771934386687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/photo-top-of-mount-si.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111280924773621607</id><published>2005-04-06T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:06:37.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: And So It Is</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love the &lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/sesame/number/"&gt;Count&lt;/a&gt; from Sesame Street. There's something about counting and laughing that's so ridiculous it's fun. I think I might have to incorporate laughing and counting to my swim routine and see where that takes me. Yesterday at Masters was tough - so I should have laughed every 100 meters. See, my calves are still sore from Lake Serene (shaking fists at stairs), so me and stairs are having it out again. It's such an off and on relationship... and you know, if I could cut stairs out of my life I would... but there they are... mocking me and my pain. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will wave goodbye to my 30th year and enter my 31st! Oh what fun shall be had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge hug and thank you to Lara for sending me my birthday cake!  It's a gorgeous (and very nummy) dark chocolate cake... oh, such heaven!  Yes, I couldn't wait and had to have a small slice after I called Lara to say thank-you about four million times!  What a fantastic birthday this is turning out to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Vive la marée haute et vive la basse mais surtout vive la différence&lt;/em&gt;" - Nada Surf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111280924773621607?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111280924773621607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111280924773621607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111280924773621607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111280924773621607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-and-so-it-is.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: And So It Is'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111284020143365031</id><published>2005-04-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:17:06.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/mycake20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/mycake20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Birthday Cake from Lara! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111284020143365031?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111284020143365031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111284020143365031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/photo-birthday-cake-from-lara.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111264090917369483</id><published>2005-04-05T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T10:46:06.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Apples and Bananas</title><content type='html'>I had the most relaxing evening and fantastic dreams! I wish I could tell you about them, but I don't remember what they were. I only remember waking up feeling so incredibly happy. How rare is that? It was a much needed break from the chaos, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While things in my life are groovy, things in the lives of my friends have not been so groovy. I feel for those who are going through hard times right now and I'm sending you love and happiness! Everything will work out and you will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I'm an "A" student again! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time feeling sorry for &lt;a href="http://www.bryantchoung.com/vids/ikeaLamp.html"&gt;lampy&lt;/a&gt;. It doesn't have any feelings anyway.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0314331/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems love doesn't work out all the time after all. Huh. Who would have thought...&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And so it is. Just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me. Most of the time. And so it is. The shorter story. No love, no glory."&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.damienrice.com/"&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111264090917369483?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111264090917369483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111264090917369483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111264090917369483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111264090917369483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-apples-and-bananas.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Apples and Bananas'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111179534082366196</id><published>2005-04-04T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T11:40:21.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: I think what's the point...</title><content type='html'>I have decided to try my hand at &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=573&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ncid=757&amp;e=1&amp;amp;u=/nm/20050324/od_nm/arts_prank_dc"&gt;art smuggling&lt;/a&gt;... perhaps follow my muse, my inspiration in life! Heh! Yeah right. It's pretty cool though. The guy actually smuggled art &lt;u&gt;into&lt;/u&gt; a museum. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've moved offices (again)! It's a great location for people watching and sometimes one can get a good rhythm from the opening and closing of the doors during lunch hour... although I've not yet experienced a lunch hour... but I'm sure it's getting close as the doors keep opening and closing... and opening and closing... and the people are talking and hey, there's someone smoking! Why is that girl hanging around outside talking on her mobile phone?  It's fricking freezing Mr. Bigglesworth! If you think I didn't get any work done before, you're really going to think it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm &lt;a href="http://www.euronet.nl/~marbak/rollo/dlyr_stoned.htm"&gt;bored&lt;/a&gt; of hanging out in your cold&lt;/em&gt;" - Dido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111179534082366196?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111179534082366196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111179534082366196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111179534082366196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111179534082366196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-i-think-whats-point.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: I think what&apos;s the point...'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111259253152382067</id><published>2005-04-03T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:58:45.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Sunshine, Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>What a gorgeous day! Went for an incredible hike to &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/getaways/33523_hikeweek02.shtml"&gt;Lake Serene&lt;/a&gt; with a new friend and two old ones. ;-) We even hiked up to bridal veil falls as well... which added a half mile more of the evil of stairs. Stairs and I have been at war for too long. It was about time we made up. Stairs did try to break my neck once during the walk down, but I suppose I deserved it after all the crap I gave it on the way up! Ha!  Check out the picture phone &lt;a href="http://nicwan.myphotoalbum.com/view_album.php?set_albumName=Lake-Serene-Apr-2005"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0401792/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SinCity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I threw up a little bit when he smashed in the yellow guy's head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111259253152382067?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111259253152382067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111259253152382067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111259253152382067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111259253152382067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-sunshine-where-art-thou.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Sunshine, Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111249033674702413</id><published>2005-04-02T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T07:41:57.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Family Annoyances</title><content type='html'>My Dad finally wrote me back in regards to the fight we're having over the invitation of my boy to his wedding. My Dad thinks I'm upset because I'm not married! Ugh! I'm so frustrated trying to communicate with him! I could care less if I'm married or not - what I want is recognition of significant people in my life and the freedom to invite a guest (without having to be married) to a bloody wedding to share in the f'ing happiness of this moment between my Dad and his fiance. I'm getting so pissed off I'm thinking of not going to the wedding at all (it's the principle of the thing!)... but that would cause drama and I don't want any drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people wonder why I don't want to go home! I don't know how I grew up to be the opposite of everyone in my family.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0356721/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Heart Huckabees&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie! I think the opening line says it all...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/207959.stm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pope Dies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is going to happen now that this political figure is gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111249033674702413?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111249033674702413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111249033674702413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111249033674702413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111249033674702413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-family-annoyances.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Family Annoyances'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111237628330924997</id><published>2005-04-01T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:39:30.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: April Fools</title><content type='html'>It's a gorgeous sunny day in Seattle and I have the day off. I'm going outside. I will not be on email. I will not answer my phone. I will get a crepe and bask in the happiness that has taken residence in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;a href="http://www.cainer.com"&gt;going to happen&lt;/a&gt; to you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was fabulous! Erica and I took the bus (yes, the bus) into Seattle... I did handstands while waitin for ye old 545. As soon as we arrived downtown, we walked to &lt;a href="http://www.pikeplacemarket.org/"&gt;Pike Place Market&lt;/a&gt; and I made a mad dash to get a &lt;a href="http://www.nutellausa.com/"&gt;Nutella&lt;/a&gt; crepe (strictly against my diet)! We walked around downtown Seattle... and spotted a great salon, &lt;a href="http://www.garymanuel.com/"&gt;Gary Manuel&lt;/a&gt;. Erica decided to get her hair cut and I must say, it looks absolutely gorgeous! All hail Rebekah the stylist! We found some fabulous furniture store with the most fabulous chair ever! It was some kind of mechanical rocking recliner for $3,100! After about 6 hours of walking, we decided to call it quits... we had a few problems finding our way home - we lost the bus stop with the 545 label on it... the express bus back home! That's my favourite part of any trip! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0350258/"&gt;Ray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great flick! I highly recommend this drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111237628330924997?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111237628330924997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111237628330924997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111237628330924997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111237628330924997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-things-april-fools.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: April Fools'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111229709356984908</id><published>2005-03-31T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:26:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I'm trying to remember:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Maintain &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=faith"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; in man kindness - despite the absence of proof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The little things are small and insignificant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Upheavals in life can change you and are a sign of maturity and growth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. You may have family, but you don't have to like them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. If one really liked oneself, one wouldn't need to be a jerk. ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Love is a decision you make. Lust is a decision made for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Anything can be a &lt;a href="http://www.milkandcookies.com/links/27260"&gt;musical&lt;/a&gt; instrument.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, yet another single person has departed! Wish my boy, Dave, happiness and fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111229709356984908?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111229709356984908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111229709356984908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111229709356984908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111229709356984908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-faith.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Faith'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111220294450608637</id><published>2005-03-30T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:53:07.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Double Plus Yay</title><content type='html'>I am the happiest person on the face of the planet.  My arms are incredibly sore from kickboxing and swimming... and that is to say, I finally went back to &lt;a href="http://www.usms.org/"&gt;Masters&lt;/a&gt; last night!  WOOHOO!  I am so out of shape, after only six weeks!  Isn't that just crazy?  I think so. I swam about 2250 which isn't too bad... but I was tired and dragging for the last half hour.  I missed Coach Camille...  I was so overjoyed to see her, I bounded over like a puppy dog and gave her a big hug.  There's just something about her I adore. Anyway, life is good. I am free. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid.  And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent.  When this grey world crumbles like a cake, I'll be hanging from the hope That I'll never see that recipe again."&lt;/em&gt; - They Might Be Giants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111220294450608637?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111220294450608637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111220294450608637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111220294450608637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111220294450608637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-double-plus-yay.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Double Plus Yay'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111212616120713128</id><published>2005-03-29T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T11:56:01.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>*Sigh.*  I keep fighting the good fight with my Dad, but it always seems to end up in the same way.  I am losing faith that I am ever going to get him to understand how I feel.  The fact that I am single does not mean I do not have people of significance in my life.  I'm frustrated by the feeling that he wants to control everything whenever I'm around - even down to what time I should eat breakfast.  I just want to be accepted by him as I am; him being the one person in the world who just should do that.  There should be a place where someone can go without being judged.  I don't understand any of this either.  When I was younger I didn't have any rules.  I could come and go as I pleased, because I always told him where I was going and when I would be home.  Actually, now that I think about it - I never brought anyone home, nor did he ever interact with any of my friends for longer than 2 minutes on the phone... hmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is my Dad's wedding.  He can tell me who I can bring and who I cannot.  He wants me to sit there by myself during the ceremony and at the reception while everyone else in the family drinks, dances and celebrates with someone they deem significant enough to share in this event.  I've known my date for 10 years and I dated him in college.  He's as significant to me as they come.  My Dad is not going to be spending his time at the wedding with me.  I am not the focus, so why is my date so important? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I have my brother.  He's the one of a few people in the world I can feel relaxed around - that I can bitch to and with and still know he's going to be there no matter what.  He's logical and unemotional, but it works out so perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111212616120713128?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111212616120713128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111212616120713128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111212616120713128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111212616120713128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-wedding-bells_29.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Wedding Bells'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111202878960427673</id><published>2005-03-28T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:31:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I think if you could remember your dreams more accurately you might actually figure out who you are more quickly. There are a lot of guides about &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/"&gt;interpretating &lt;/a&gt;your dreams, but I don't know if it's as simple as stringing together a few common symbols. You have to think about what these symbols mean to an individual... a snake may mean absolute fear to one person and luck to another. Maybe it's all in the international outlook I have lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0600608972/thedreamdoctorat/102-1905820-0060968"&gt;Healing Dreams : How to Interpret Your Dreams and Change Your Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Schools of Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;physiological theory&lt;/strong&gt; centers upon how our body, specifically our brains, function during the REM phase of sleep. Proponents of this theory believe that we dream to exercise the synapses, or pathways, between brain cells, and that dreaming takes over where the active and awake brain leaves off. When awake, our brains constantly transmit and receive messages, which course through our billions of brain cells to their appropriate destinations, and keep our bodies in perpetual motion. Dreams replace this function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychological theorists&lt;/strong&gt; of dreams focus upon our thoughts and emotions, and speculate that dreams deal with immediate concerns in our lives, such as unfinished business from the day, or concerns we are incapable of handling during the course of the day. Dreams can, in fact, teach us things about ourselves that we are unaware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some &lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upnaway.com/~poliowa/Did%20You%20Sleep%20Well.html"&gt;cool things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt; about dreaming:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams should be in technicolour. Black and white dreams indicate low B6 levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melatonin needs really dark darkness too, so street lights and night lights can lower production. Growth hormone, commonly found to be low in polio survivors, is blocked if a sweet supper is eaten within a few hours of going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seratonin is the body hormone that helps us to get to sleep quickly. Seratonin is boosted by carbohydrate foods ie grains, vegetables. So vegetables for tea actually helps us to get ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joint Pain - work on the boron.&lt;br /&gt;Sore muscles - magnesium and carnitine.&lt;br /&gt;Pins and needles or sharp pain, try B6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have questions? &lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/CR0215623/howdowedream.htm"&gt;This library&lt;/a&gt; might help answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;This is my private life. I have no friends to fear. I've got no problems, no cross to bear. If you can find me, Come and get me out of here&lt;/em&gt;" - Oingo Boingo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111202878960427673?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111202878960427673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111202878960427673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111202878960427673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111202878960427673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-dreaming.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Dreaming'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111197612374178791</id><published>2005-03-27T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:45:58.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Talapus Lake</title><content type='html'>The hike up to &lt;a href="http://www.attrition.ws/"&gt;Talapus Lake&lt;/a&gt; was great! I met some fabulous new people and all my thanks goes to Sameer for organizing this! It was cold, wet -- but the conversation was terrific and easy flowing. I learned a lot from my new friends and I can't wait to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out tonight at Kristians with Jerry and Alex.  It was a lot of fun watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118715/"&gt;The Big Lebowski&lt;/a&gt; and napping on the floor.  I'm so exhausted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111197612374178791?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111197612374178791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111197612374178791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111197612374178791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111197612374178791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-talapus-lake.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Talapus Lake'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111199159131093065</id><published>2005-03-27T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:34:01.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/IMAGE_124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/IMAGE_124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Sameer, Laurel, Me &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111199159131093065?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111199159131093065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111199159131093065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/photo-sameer-laurel-me.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111199155460824971</id><published>2005-03-27T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:44:31.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/IMAGE_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/IMAGE_1231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Sameer, Dena, Laurel &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111199155460824971?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111199155460824971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111199155460824971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/photo-sameer-dena-laurel.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111191078810958102</id><published>2005-03-26T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:59:33.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: When Bad Things Go Good</title><content type='html'>This morning rocked. The complex&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I live in made brunch for the residents, so I started the day with some hot tea and a free meal. My friends, Kristian &amp; Alex showed up (magically after me calling them and all) and we talked about climbing and met some new people at our trough! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon was spent wandering the Seattle Art Museum. The exhibit, &lt;a href="http://www.seattleartmuseum.org/exhibit/eventDetail.asp?eventID=7496&amp;amp;month=2&amp;amp;day=26&amp;year=2005&amp;amp;sxID=7771&amp;WHEN=&amp;amp;sxTitle=Between%20Past%20and%20Future:%20New%20Photography%20and%20Video%20from%20China"&gt;New Chinese Photography&lt;/a&gt;, was incredible. You would have been amazed at the creative genius behind some of these works. The focus is all on people and the emergence of self within the constraints of society and culture.  The four main categories are History and Memory, Re-imagining the Body, People and Places, and Performing the Self. I was impressed by the building/construction pieces and of course, the faces!  There was one video I had trouble with... everyone repeated "I will die" and it made me uncomfortable to look at the people on the screen when they said it.  Throughout the exhibit, I read through each and every description... it was so inspiring! Yes, I think it has inspired me enough to start a project of my own. It's been 7 years since I've actually done a thoughtful art piece... and I think it's going to work out well. I'm not going to say anything about it, I'm just going to display it in my home. I think it will be beautiful and it's something I can do myself... I just have to catch it at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life just did a 180! This was definitely a crazy-ass night. The hot date I was supposed to have missed me entirely at the bar (confirmed missed connection and was not stood up), but I ended up meeting (and giving my number to) this really awesome guy!  I'm serious!  I actually gave my number to him!  We're going to go hiking or something... he said he would show me some really cool spots.  He wasn't even there to drink - he was meeting some dermatologists in from Portland... to do business. And it was true! They showed up! THEN I left to meet Lynn at the Crocodile, but she didn't show up either... Luckily I had already telephoned Eric and it turns out his friends bailed on him, so he fed me shots of vodka until we were giggling endlessly. He is SUCH a flirt. I swear if I had a boyfriend he would have punched him. ;-) I don't mind though. I'm single! Hee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111191078810958102?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111191078810958102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111191078810958102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111191078810958102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111191078810958102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-when-bad-things-go-good.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: When Bad Things Go Good'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111215758846648835</id><published>2005-03-26T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:40:46.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/nic_deb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/nic_deb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Amazon! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111215758846648835?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111215758846648835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111215758846648835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/photo-amazon.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111178228974484937</id><published>2005-03-25T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:46:25.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: The Aftermath...</title><content type='html'>The stitches came out today - but the doc said it wasn't fully healed... so I still have to soak twice a day! Ha! I'm just going to stick my butt in a bucket and watch a movie. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a note of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my life -- Miss Kate (my friend's daughter) said &lt;strong&gt;my name&lt;/strong&gt;... well, part of my name.  We all played the "who is that?" game!  Mom pointed at me and whispered my name to her and out name "NIC"!  It was so unbelievably cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is somewhat pensive this afternoon. I'm wrestling with what I want to do about the boy situation and what the best road will be in terms of my own happiness.  I've been trying to just ride the waves... but I don't feel any more relaxed and it feels as though nothing has changed.  He did mention (during our 3-hour vulture walk) some concern about whether I would still be his friend when he has a new girlfriend - which made me wonder if I would still be able to have him in my life in the same way when I am in a new relationship. I have quite a number of things to &lt;a href="http://www.ingredientx.com/watch/tales/success.htm"&gt;think about&lt;/a&gt; as a result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My horoscope...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are listening, filter the words of others through a mesh of compassion. Ignore offensive phrases and try to understand what lies behind them. When talking, speak with sensitivity and you'll move a problem into the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111178228974484937?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111178228974484937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111178228974484937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111178228974484937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111178228974484937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-aftermath.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: The Aftermath...'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111167825574091382</id><published>2005-03-24T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T08:37:24.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Finding Out...</title><content type='html'>This morning sucks. I had a chat with an ex recently, which just made me feel worse... with discovering things like he thinks "&lt;em&gt;Just because I'm not dating, doesn't mean I want you&lt;/em&gt;" (OUCH! - I have never even approached the topic of getting back together... so pompous of him!) and that we broke up because I didn't inspire him nor did he feel any passion for the months we were together. He kept talking about how I don't appreciate him which isn't true -- so it only leads me to believe he's projecting and doesn't accept who I am. This makes me sad, but gives me definition as to why he's been such an ass. I don't think he ever had any intention of pursuing a real relationship with me -- and I thought I did all the right things by waiting a few months and getting to know him before anything physical happened. I thought I was making an informed decision on the person I was choosing to be with - and now I'm just baffled as I'm struggling to find a resemblance to the person I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and because it irritated me last night - I'm taking classes this spring &amp;amp; summer, just not at the same college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111167825574091382?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111167825574091382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111167825574091382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111167825574091382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111167825574091382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-finding-out.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Finding Out...'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111161011852665216</id><published>2005-03-23T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:35:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Turn Your Life Around!</title><content type='html'>Ha ha!  Check out this guys &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/zestyping/97476.html"&gt;apartment&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111161011852665216?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111161011852665216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111161011852665216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111161011852665216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111161011852665216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-turn-your-life-around.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Turn Your Life Around!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111153726255494478</id><published>2005-03-22T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:46:54.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Double Carot Loves Me!</title><content type='html'>Somebody loves me! Check out the comments section of my RSS post... &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/nicwand/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_blogpart=blogmgmt&amp;amp;_c=blogpart"&gt;Nicole's Work Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111153726255494478?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111153726255494478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111153726255494478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111153726255494478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111153726255494478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-double-carot-loves-me.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Double Carot Loves Me!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111142903563909841</id><published>2005-03-21T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:06:45.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My horoscope for tomorrow is a little odd. I'll be pessimistic &amp;amp; fearful but I'll be required to make changes. Changes to my ideas and residence. I have awesome friends (duh, knew that one already!) but there is risk in stormy family chats. I am vulnerable to disease tomorrow. D'oh... my friend, Kristian warned me he was sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've changed my mind on one thing - well, it's not so much a change of mind... rather a change in my approach. I've decided that having kids isn't such a &lt;a href="http://fun.diadiktyo.net/stream59/video/Zazoo_Cannes.mpg"&gt;bad idea&lt;/a&gt;. They are not a goal, I won't be upset if I never have any - but I don't think they're as scary as I once thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we had known. If we only had known...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111142903563909841?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111142903563909841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111142903563909841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111142903563909841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111142903563909841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-souma-yergon-sou-nou.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111134001529295338</id><published>2005-03-20T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:44:13.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Weekend Adventures</title><content type='html'>Wow. What a whirlwind weekend! I'm happy to have Sunday to sit back and relax a bit. I am really interested in going for a walk or perusing a bookstore... maybe even sitting on my couch and drinking tea. The stitches are feeling awkward - but it appears to be healing well. I can't wait to get them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my car has made it to 50,000 miles! I took a picture of the odometer, but I'm wrestling with my photo upload tool - so it should post one of these days. Pth. The ultra spiffy good news is that I got a "A" in both my classes!  YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111134001529295338?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111134001529295338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111134001529295338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111134001529295338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111134001529295338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-weekend-adventures.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Weekend Adventures'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111139030514791361</id><published>2005-03-20T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T07:56:55.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/IMAGE_120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/IMAGE_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: 50,000 miles &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111139030514791361?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111139030514791361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111139030514791361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/photo-50000-miles.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111117310611158354</id><published>2005-03-18T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:11:46.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Sympathy Pains</title><content type='html'>Surgery was a success...such a small thing to be causing all this discomfort.  I really don't think I'm going to make it through a full day at work... I think I should go home and sit on an ice pack.  Ow.  Shift.  Ow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111117310611158354?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111117310611158354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111117310611158354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111117310611158354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111117310611158354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-sympathy-pains.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Sympathy Pains'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111100499521333670</id><published>2005-03-17T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:55:27.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Happy St. Patricks Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Don't interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thought... have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself... and I'm not done... and I won't be 'til my head falls off" - They Might Be Giants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having minor surgery today to cut out a very rebellious mole... I love that they caught it and all, but I didn't call in the mole squad. I was there for something else entirely! Something else entirely! I wonder if I'll be able to sit... I really haven't thought that far ahead... I've been living in the moment... and temporarily lost the ability to think long-term. I don't know what happened, I just came home one day and it was gone. My cat probably pawed it under the refrigerator... or ate it and will cough it up soon. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything sticks like a broken record. Everything sticks until it goes away. And the truth is, we don't know anything." - They Might Be Giants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111100499521333670?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111100499521333670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111100499521333670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111100499521333670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111100499521333670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Happy St. Patricks Day!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111099491133008264</id><published>2005-03-16T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:33:43.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Sad Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I'm a little sad today. No reason I can think of, just blue! I have my advertising final tonight and to be completely honest, I've not yet studied for it. Lame, I know. If you can think of things I can do to cheer myself up, that would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How should I react? These things happen to other people. They don't happen at all, in fact" - They Might Be Giants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now upgraded my mood to defensive. My Dad is complaining (behind my back to top it off) that I'm bringing a non-family member to his wedding. Ugh. I'm the only unmarried person at this point in the family - so I'd like to hang out with someone during the wedding. It's not just this incident though... it's a compilation of the same old songs. In the end, it's my Dad's wedding... but I'm easily irritated when people try to tell me what to do and even more so when it's done through someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And her voice is a backwards record. It’s like a whirlpool and it never ends." - They Might Be Giants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111099491133008264?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111099491133008264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111099491133008264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111099491133008264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111099491133008264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-sad-wednesday.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Sad Wednesday'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111090269920345180</id><published>2005-03-15T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T19:33:41.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Happy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;The seven-hour meeting went well... and I'm still alive!  I think I almost passed out... it's too long to sit in a chair and watch slide after slide.  The bonus side?  The vendor guy I get to work with on our metrics is totally cute and single (at least no wedding ring).  This is going to be an awesome part of my job!  Tee hee!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday! I have a vendor meeting today so I'm all kinds of dressed up. Yup, no bathrobe for me today. Heh! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111090269920345180?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111090269920345180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111090269920345180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111090269920345180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111090269920345180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-happy-tuesday.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Happy Tuesday'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111082257872524584</id><published>2005-03-14T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:08:39.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Bleeding Heart Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation went well!  I was a bit of an auctioneer... but in the end, made the 30 minute minimum with my group.  Yippee!  I'm going to email my instructor and see what kind of overall grade I received.  I project managed my ass off - so let's hope for a reward! &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday! A lot can happen on a Monday... I have a final tonight, so I'm a little nervous about that. I'm trying to convince the board of directors of &lt;a href="http://www.lucy.com"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt; to take the business international. I chose Canada, not because I'm Canadian, but because it's the most logical next step. Of course, being Canadian does not give me great insight into Canadian culture... like I know all the demographics! Let's hope I don't throw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111082257872524584?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111082257872524584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111082257872524584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111082257872524584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111082257872524584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-bleeding-heart-monday.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Bleeding Heart Monday'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111086765975393445</id><published>2005-03-13T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:42:37.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Mount Constitution</title><content type='html'>The weekend was fabulous! Tricia, Amy and I backpacked into &lt;a href="http://sanjuanislands.kulshan.com/Washington/San_Juan_County/Orcas_Island/Eastsound/Outdoors/Obstruction_Pass_Park.htm"&gt;Obstruction Pass &lt;/a&gt;and spent the night tossing and turning... okay, they spent the night tossing and turning. I slept like a rock! It was incredible. We hiked up Mt. Constitution on Saturday, but we couldn't find the start - so we drove halfway up the mountain until we found a trailhead. Sunday was all about the ferry... and waiting for the ferry! I love the &lt;a href="http://www.orcashotel.com/"&gt;Orcas Island Hotel&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111086765975393445?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.summitpost.org/show/mountain_link.pl/mountain_id/3539' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Mount Constitution'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111086765975393445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111086765975393445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111086765975393445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111086765975393445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-mount-constitution.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Mount Constitution'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111056330132098052</id><published>2005-03-11T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:20:58.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Things to Heart</title><content type='html'>Since I'm so random and fickle, I thought I'd update you on my new passions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jambajuice.com/"&gt;Jamba Juice&lt;/a&gt;, particularly the Protein Berry Pizzaz. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kickboxing with Donnie-Ray. Holy crap! She's a drill sargeant... Hahhaha! Fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cadbury.com.au/sites/cadbury/index.php?pageId=92"&gt;Wine Gums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the sunset&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Masters (I can start again in a week)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hiking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cycling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Violin-lin-lin... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daryl's web links (sent tri-daily!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111056330132098052?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111056330132098052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111056330132098052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111056330132098052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111056330132098052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-things-to-heart.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Things to Heart'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111034895202154389</id><published>2005-03-08T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:15:52.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Post: St. Helens</title><content type='html'>Looks like we had a liquid hot magma escape from St. Helens today!  Who knew!  Seattle is really excited to have a little drama to the south of us.  Apparently everyone in Portland could see the "release".  My friend, Chip, said he was underwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111034895202154389?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kirotv.com/news/4266408/detail.html' title='Special Post: St. Helens'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111034895202154389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111034895202154389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111034895202154389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111034895202154389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/special-post-st-helens.html' title='Special Post: St. Helens'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111030013091436500</id><published>2005-03-08T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:32:06.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Is it Friendship?</title><content type='html'>Last night I was chatting with a friend about how you can judge whether someone is actually your friend or not. What aspects about their behaviour make it easy for you to assume that they are your friend? I'm questionning a lot of things lately - and perhaps it doesn't require my attention at all - but now I'm thinking about it and wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far - the following can be observed, according to some web research...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They only want to hang out with you on their terms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last minute phone calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expect you to drop everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insinuate if you don't conform to them they won't be your friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Subtle criticism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.  I had a dream last night that I was yoga-like flexible!  I get inspired by dreams, so I'm going to try and fulfill my evening vision!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111030013091436500?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111030013091436500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111030013091436500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111030013091436500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111030013091436500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-is-it-friendship.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Is it Friendship?'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111017392898980909</id><published>2005-03-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:52:58.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Monday Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I posted I was confused about things and wrote something very vague... and well, it will continue to be vague - albeit now edited!  See, you gotta catch it at the right time else it's all kinds of wacky!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plans are in motion for a couple of vacations now (I love having friends who organize trips).  I'm excited about heading to Canada to see my Dad and my friend, Steve.  I'm a little nervous too.  I haven't been back in six or seven years, so I'm weak with anticipation.  I have to wait until the end of April though... which just seems like an eternity!  It does help that I get to dress up and look fabulous, but I won't have my girl at home to do my hair!  Woe is me!  ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111017392898980909?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111017392898980909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111017392898980909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111017392898980909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111017392898980909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-monday-entertainment.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Monday Entertainment'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111015251872687553</id><published>2005-03-06T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:37:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Little Si</title><content type='html'>Little Si... right before the Big Si. Heh. It's an easy stroll 2.5 miles to the top. There are some difficult bits that get your heart rate going - but that wasn't until we were close to the top. All in all, a tremendously beautiful hike that leaves you feeling a little bit guilty for loading up on protein beforehand. Whoops! My next personal choice for a hike would be &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/getaways/112797/hike27.html"&gt;Mailbox Peak&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, Janet and I had a great time traipsing up the hillside! YAY! Today is just incredible in the Seattle area... it's sunny, warm and happy. A couple pictures will be posted later. Thanks so much to all my friends who make my life more fulfilling. It's hard work learning patience, so thanks for keeping on! You make all the difference to me. Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm sitting outside on my balcony with the sunset in my eyes... the wonders of wireless and the joy of being able to take a few minutes to close my eyes, listen to jazz on the radio and spend some time relaxing. Strange how you grow to appreciate each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111015251872687553?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/getaways/121296/hike12.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Little Si'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111015251872687553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111015251872687553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111015251872687553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111015251872687553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-little-si.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Little Si'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111016884937995317</id><published>2005-03-06T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:14:41.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/IMAGE_123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/IMAGE_123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Summit of Little Si ;-) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111016884937995317?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111016884937995317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111016884937995317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/photo-summit-of-little-si.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111012737893658703</id><published>2005-03-05T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T08:43:18.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things: Weddings and Girls, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>The wedding was beautiful. It started at 11am, so that was a little ridiculous, as I had to be in Everett (45 mins away) by 9am. I had my camera bag, film, and a multitude of lenses to make the wedding party look totally fabulous. I have my blunders of course... I think I have around 400-500 pictures of the wedding. Holy crap, eh? A lot of people seemed to want my business card... and I'm like... er... I was really just doing this as a favour. Can you imagine? THEN my friend told me photographers charge up to $30,000 for a wedding. Wow. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, I ran around town looking for Rebekah. I drove up to Marysville and down to Seattle and eventually I found her! ;-) We had a lovely girls night out - with pictures this time to prove it! Ciao my bella readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111012737893658703?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/feeds/111012737893658703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152359&amp;postID=111012737893658703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111012737893658703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111012737893658703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-things-weddings-and-girls-oh-my.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things: Weddings and Girls, Oh My!'/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111012702364637059</id><published>2005-03-05T08:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T08:43:56.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/IMAGE_116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/IMAGE_116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Girls Night Out &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111012702364637059?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111012702364637059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111012702364637059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/photo-girls-night-out.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152359.post-111012704723989089</id><published>2005-03-05T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T08:43:43.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/320/IMAGE_118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/IMAGE_118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Bathroom Break! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152359-111012704723989089?l=paste_eater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111012704723989089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152359/posts/default/111012704723989089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paste_eater.blogspot.com/2005/03/photo-bathroom-break.html' title=''/><author><name>a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00474741670728533317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/3/2116/200/11.03.2004%20nicole_sm.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
