<?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-7503099</id><updated>2011-08-18T08:39:48.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paused Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-112265755141609707</id><published>2005-07-29T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:19:11.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziest stunt EVER done!</title><content type='html'>SO I had lunch with Mary on Wed. We went to the dollar store where I proposed to a cashier and he was all like "Someone did this to me before." and I was like "We're renewing our vows!" lmao. Next time I'll ask him out and see what he says. At the Hearth it took forever for me just to get a slice of pizza, and I ran into this jerk from school there. I totally ignored him of course, yep, I'm a bitch. We hung around and went to a fish store afterwards where I wanted to purchase the most poisonous fish they had for an ex that I married for 2 min. Lol. In BigLots after we went through the cards Mary wanted me to buy a thong and wear it over my clothes. Maybe some other time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went with Chrissie to Antioch. There were waffles involved. I was thinking about joining the poker game that was going on, but I only play for money these days.  We talked about all the people who were ruining our lives and had some fun with that. Joe had his birthday. Chrissie and I left shouting random phrases to the people. While on our way home we had ghetto people pull up and follow us in a car. That totally creeped me out! Chrissie yelled at them, and I yelled at them in Polish. They left and returned only for us to do a stunt that was so just unbelieveable that I won't mention it here. We ran like hell after they drove off and laughed for ages about what we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the pool now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-112265755141609707?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112265755141609707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=112265755141609707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/112265755141609707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/112265755141609707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/craziest-stunt-ever-done.html' title='Craziest stunt EVER done!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-112248014123375637</id><published>2005-07-27T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:02:21.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going wild &amp; crazy</title><content type='html'>Grace has &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; gotten herself a boyfriend! I'm soo happy for her! Also my band and I found our drummer (steve), but at the moment before we do anything with him we need to work out a bunch of kinks and actually write some songs. He also co-owns a label and studio which gives great deals out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out with Tara and Mary to the Bloomfield Ave Cafe. I had such a great time! I would be the person in the crowd who would answer all the lame questions the bands asked and just scream randomly, lmao. A Day at th Fair, Jet Motor Crash, Finding Tomorrow, Jet Lag Gemini, &amp; Jenoah played there. I LOVED Day at the Fair, and also enjoyed Jet Lag Gemini, and Finding Tomorrow. I asked the drummer from Finding Tomorrow (John) if he was British because I thought he looked it. Turns out he's not, he's 18, and has a gf. All the cute guys there seemed to be taken or a little too old. Eh...this one guy grabbed my sides to move me and I made the funniest face ever that Mary just couldn't help but laugh! I ended up getting Chris's (Day at the Fair) guitar pick! YAY! Also I got a ton of photos. We crashed at Tara's afterwards where we chatted about 500 random topics including circumcised lobsters and how I'm afraid of commitment (I'm too young!). lmao. We made a ton of prank phone calls and I pretended to be a girl scout selling condoms! We ended up going to bed at 2am. When we woke up we spoke about starting a teeshirt company and how I got the name "Alice J." Had a bagel and then I had to leave. I may meet Mary at the Hearth today for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-112248014123375637?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112248014123375637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=112248014123375637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/112248014123375637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/112248014123375637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/going-wild-crazy.html' title='Going wild &amp; crazy'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-112208395035557427</id><published>2005-07-22T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:59:10.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumertime blues</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated this thing in weeks! I was away in Florida in probably the most boring location in Melbourne, my godfathers house. He's close to a shark infested beach (at least he had a pool) and the closest to civilization you can get is 30 min away. Most of the time I spent in the pool or would actually go shopping, so I was able to update my wardrobe. We ended up going to Kennedy Space center which was basically borring after the tours and all. Also I was able to go to a few waterparks. While at the water parks I would actually pick up guys on the Lazy Rivers they had! Seriously, I scored major with this hot guy from the UK named Kalan. (Description: blue eyes, thin but well buit, little long kinda wavy/curly hair, blondish, nice tan, and a whole lot of hottie that looked like he was from a mag.!) Then I also was able to meet and hand with Blair from Scotland (yes, that's a guy), Mike from Canada, Landon from France, and a whole bunch of others! Ended up getting 9 numbers! Also I met Eric, a hot lifegaurd who saved me after I fainted from the heat. Also while in Florida I checked out Dave's concert and had a blast. I hope they come to NJ sometime soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back from Florida, which was really late since our flight was delayed, I made plans with Chrissie and Christine. We went to see Bwitched the next day and hung out at Barnes and Nobels for a while before returning to Chrissie's house where I fell into her bathtub while reading the shampoo indgredients. Lmao. Had a good time, then I went off and read my newest Harry Potter Book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was a fun time at Antioch. Tara, Mary, I and a few others made plans to go off and party on Tuesday night and then sleepover at Tara's. It's gonna be soo HOT! At Antioch Jen made curtains, most of us played kickball barefoot, and my Team Spunky lost by 1 point. Best line was Joe: I have 2 balls &amp; Edger responded with- "So do I" lmao! Then we went to The 6 Brothers Diner to eat. The waitress asked Tara and Bridget if I was gay while I was getting change! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so, I'm going to a show with a few friends on Tuesday, then a sleepover, I don't know when Chrissie is comming back for like one or 2 days, I'm working with my new band on everything, and I'm kinda pissed off at the moment at a certain person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out, Alice J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-112208395035557427?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112208395035557427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=112208395035557427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/112208395035557427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/112208395035557427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/sumertime-blues.html' title='Sumertime blues'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-112032182043557095</id><published>2005-07-02T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:30:20.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited!</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, haven't really updated much since I've been busy lately! Let me summon stuff up: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad stuff:&lt;/strong&gt; my grandpa has cancer, the guy i like dumped me, i'm not going to camp to see my old friends or my past summer love, I've been working like a dog, my polish grandma is crazy and I may need to sue her, and my uncle's bitchy wife is a lazy slacker at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good stuff:&lt;/strong&gt; hung out with my friends, am dancing ballroom like a MADWOMAN! , getting paid, got myself a mini ipod, parents are going to get me laptop and digital camera, I'm going to florida tomorrow, and I made a llama pinata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally and I are chatting now about making our own band with Amanda! YAY! We need a name, any suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g run now and pack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-112032182043557095?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112032182043557095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=112032182043557095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/112032182043557095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/112032182043557095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-excited.html' title='So excited!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111940356575101660</id><published>2005-06-21T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:26:05.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carnival is OVER</title><content type='html'>So the SPS Carnival is finnally OVER! It's a shame that it only comes about once a year. The first night I went and had a good time with Chrissie for a little while, then I wandered amilessly where I ran into people I knew, then I seached for Julie. Next night I had to work at my mother's place so no go for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was really interesting. I got my report card and school shit in the morning. I barely passed chem. damn, I got only just enough as a final grade. Thank god no summer school though! I ran into people from QP. I also conqured my fear of the Silver Bullet with Amy and met up with Gordon who my QP friends tried to set me up with. lmao. Saturday was enjoyable and I helped out at the lemmon ice stand. Accents work! Lol, Christina and I should have totally hooked Jen up with that guy at the can place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was same old where it was the end and I decided to work there again. The carnival ended shortly sadly at 10. Aww. Tori's ex, John, kinda hit on me when I was with Chrissie for a bet. The bet consisted of me going on Scat with him then making out with him as I heard, eww. Later on after Tori ditched the whole selling italian ices thing and the fair ended, something kinda stange happened. John kinda asked Tori out through a popsicle stick and I kinda answered for her and said "no she will not, go suck your own dick" Stupid, Stupid Me! Me and my huge mouth! I hope this gets resolved and all ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much apart from that. Chrissie was locked out of her house not too long ago, we're making a music video, I have a borring summer, and I'm trying to finish Pookie the Llama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out, leave me some love. ~Alice J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111940356575101660?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111940356575101660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111940356575101660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111940356575101660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111940356575101660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/carnival-is-over.html' title='The Carnival is OVER'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111893620636102349</id><published>2005-06-16T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:36:46.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Different rants</title><content type='html'>Alright, I need to rant now. First is a topic which no matter how much I rant about WILL continue without a doubt. It seems like it's never to early in the morning to have assholes honk at you for looking "sexy". This morning is one example. I grab tank top (more like a wife beater) off the floor and a pair of shorts so I don't sweat like crazy when I'm outside. It's 8am and I'm walking Tootoo, and there freaken cars honking at me, slowing down and haveing guys blow me kisses, and ask for my number! UGH! People! I'm not legal! And have you never in your life seen a girl walking her dog? I'm not even trying to attract attention EVER. It happens like that everytime if I'm with Tootoo, just hanging with Chrissie, or other friends. Why must they do it? God...what losers. They should just die, or just stay home and masturbate to the porn channel they rigged for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the second rant isn't really a rant or anything it's just to a certain person. Hopefully that person reads this. Alright, so I'm guessing it's been about a month since I told you how I felt that one morning, remember that? Yeah, I told you how I liked you and all as more than a friend and then you promised me that nothing would change between us, but unfortnatly you didn't keep that promise. I'm over you, and I have been for a WHILE! Seriously, it was a dumb thing to have happened and even blonder of me to say it to your face. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't keep your end of the bargan though. Without realizing it (or you probably did) you started to kinda distance yourself from me. You stopped saying "I love you" (which was kinda odd to begin with), stopped toying and "touching" me (which was also odd but I didn't want to say anything), then whenever see you and great you, you automatically go into a mode like you don't want me to be there. Take last night when you saw me and I said "It's you!" and you turned your head and went "Oh God." Do you want me to not speak to you? Do you want me not to care for you as ONLY a friend? Because I think you in the back of your mind still remember that moment where I went really blonde and told you how I felt then. BUT I DON"T FEEL THAT WAY NOW! Please understand that! I DON"T want to lose you as a friend and if this will persist than I fear that I may. We don't have to go back to how it was before that "talk", just...I don't know, progress onto a better friendship. If you read this please text to my cell the word "ok" so I know you read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been Alice J. Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111893620636102349?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111893620636102349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111893620636102349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111893620636102349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111893620636102349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/2-different-rants.html' title='2 Different rants'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111854588331731382</id><published>2005-06-11T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:11:23.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not shatterproof</title><content type='html'>Vacation! Thanks to the Lord it's finnaly vacation time! I hated finals. I was prepared for all except chem. I studdied for 6 fricken hours, and I think I still failed. The English final was okay, but I don't think I had enough time for it, ehh. So that's done and over with since Wed. On Thursday, 7:30am, I had a phone call from Mark to inform me to get to school and that I missed the bus. Yeah, i was sleeping and I finished all my exams the previous day! lol. Next day followed with Tootoo waking me up at the exact same time and keeping me company, aww :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since Vacation has began, I'm sick. yesterday I felt so bad I used a WHOLE tissue box! Also to add to this I went to Red Lobster with the fam, while I was sick. Glad I didnt't have too much seafood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little better today though. After watching "I love the 80's strikes back, 86" I went off with Chrissie to the Street Fair on Main Ave. We ended up getting there when everyone was closing up so we were able to get some great deals. I purchased an oriental purse for 7 dollars, and a pair of earings. Chrissie got a pair of earings, a necklance, and they gave her also a pair free when she was exchanging them! Coolness.  Then as we were walking there were some psychics that we ran into. Chrissie paid them 2 bucks and got her fortune whereas I paid 5, ehh. But it was a better price than $10 or $20. So we got our fortunes. Here's what we have to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice J-"Yeah I know, I hate it when rude old dudes hit on you and they're all like "hey baby, what's your name?" and we're just all like "I'm Paul, she's Steve." lol. We're soo not legal! Let's see...I got a cute purse that Chrissie spotted for me and I was able to also get a pair of earings and a Psychic to tell me my FUTURE! ::Gasp:: I was really shocked at the end of it and bought into getting a "psychic stone." I just hope it was worth it! lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissie-" yeah and the psychic lady was nice to me too i got read for 2 dollers and everyone else had to pay 5 or more. she said i was going to have 3 children ::shuders::i cant picture me with kids...but most of what she said was true except i didnt  know anyone named jack, and i dont think there's going to be anyone at that wedding named frank. i didnt like the fact that she told me im going to die when im 86 first of all because im scared of old ladies and cant picture myself being one and 2nd when i am 86 im going to be all paranoid everyday that im going to die. oh yeah, and i dont think that whatever my job will be in the future will include me in uniform...i hate conforming to others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice-"Heh, Paranoid at 86! That's gonna be funny. I was told quite a few things, but mostly it centered around my love life. She was actually able to guess my love's name and be VERY specific to the point where it really creeped me out. I mean she actually said that we would get married and she gave me his initials! ( VERY PARANORMAL!) Also I got that I would travel alot to warm areas, I would have 3 kids (2 girls and 1 boy)( also I believe that you shouldn't have more children than you have breasts.), I would live a long life, I would be succesful in my dream job, I have a very good heart, and also my life style would be average (so much for getting rich). Also I got some lucky numbers (which I forgot) and my lucky month is August. To top that off I also got to make 2 wishes that I was told would come true but the second I would have to work for it to happen. Which doesn't make sense to me at this point. W/E I just hope some of it comes true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my house and took random photos. The end, have a good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111854588331731382?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111854588331731382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111854588331731382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111854588331731382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111854588331731382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-not-shatterproof.html' title='I&apos;m not shatterproof'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111801203383393945</id><published>2005-06-05T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:53:53.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Suck... MUCH!</title><content type='html'>Alright, I haven't updated in a good week. I know, I know, why!? I'm freaken busy. So Christine had her party last week. I almost lost the gift card and Chrissie bought the coolest card for her! lmao. Best part had to be when we had the whip cream fight. Saturday and Sunday was borring, nothing much to say there. Monday was Memorial day (I thought we had school and that I skipped it! lmao) Went to Point Pleasent with the fam. then later for another barbeque. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School went on as usual. I sadly flunked Mr. V's last test, so I got a retake in which I did no better. Ehh, I hate chem with a passion! Also Friday was the last day. YAY! Now for exams!..BOOO! Thurdsay I went to Antioch where nothing special happened except I acted like a mime with Mary, we saw Antioch Gone Wild, and I had a cone on my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studing for Exams now. It really sucks since I hate taking tests. Freaken Spanish teacher wasn't even there when I wanted to ask her questions about it on the last class, and that's what I first tomorrow! Damn. I'm extremely neverous about Chem and Algebra though. I'm afarid to fail both. Oh well, wish me luck. I'm planning to dress like a pumpkin tomorrow for school to relieve some stress on everyone's minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least in News...Erin finnaly has her EP out! YAY Erin! I'm planning to get it as soon as she sets up her store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111801203383393945?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111801203383393945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111801203383393945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111801203383393945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111801203383393945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/finals-suck-much.html' title='Finals Suck... MUCH!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111696012489181837</id><published>2005-05-24T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:42:04.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick...</title><content type='html'>Did I metion that I felt sick as a horse yesterday and today? I need a massage and some tea for my headache and back pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111696012489181837?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111696012489181837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111696012489181837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111696012489181837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111696012489181837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/sick_24.html' title='Sick...'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111696004576548444</id><published>2005-05-24T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:40:45.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sexii Pants</title><content type='html'>Gosh, this weekend was interesting. Saturday came and I was basically bored as I am and did the usual. Unfortunatly I was kinda woken up by the lumberjacks in the yard taking down our last two gargantuous trees. So now this means more sun= warmer pool! YAY! Later I hung out with Chrissie. We went down to the local strip mall where we chilled on some bean bags and beds in BigLots, acted like drunk pelicans, and I married some guy named Chris at the Dollar Tree who rang us up. When we came back her parents were all pissed off for idiotic reasons. It all ended with Chrissie not being able to go with me to the zootopia preshow the next day, sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and I was most definatly excited for the preshow for zootopia! When I got there I was soo glad I had a little sis because we were able to cut into every line to get 5 billion free things! YAY JULIE! Ended up leaving with over a hundred bucks of stuff at least. We were able to obtain passes to meet Simple Plan, Last Week, and Natalie. I wanted to also meet Bowling for Soup and Jesse McCartney, but I wasn't that lucky. Aww. I was able to get my pants signed by all the artists I met and I really was one random chick! Last Week...GOD THOSE GUYS ARE DAMN SEXY AND I LOVE THEIR MUSIC! AGHH! I proposed to them making me their wife, ladies...hands off! I also proposed to everyone else and got my old ripped-around the house-pants signed making their value go from a penny to priceless. I had a great time. Natalie, while on stage I made some hand motions to her, and she did them back! Also I got a pic with Shelly Wade and I wanted to with others, but security wouldn't allow me. I saw Jesse for about 5 freakin seconds, but damn...he's got the face of an angel. I almost won tickets to zootopia because I was screaming out (since I was right next to the stage) the number they wanted for 5 minutes, but they picked the girl RIGHT in front of me and she said the number I was screaming and SHE won! DANG! HATE IT! Overall I had a good time and I plan on going back and all next time they do something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111696004576548444?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111696004576548444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111696004576548444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111696004576548444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111696004576548444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-sexii-pants.html' title='My Sexii Pants'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111662740616759836</id><published>2005-05-20T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:16:46.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much, wow</title><content type='html'>Forgot to update and all because I'm busy and stuff. On Friday the 13th my mom's new car was busted up when some idiot backed up into it while it was parked. Then the bus was like 20 min late, and later on I went to the movies with Chrissie, Christine, Frank, Timmy, Israel, and some idiot named Steve. We ended up going to see Monster in Law. The movie was pretty funny and all. Steve being the moron that he is almost got arrested by some old guy for yelling in the theater. I'm glad it ended when it did before I almost showed Steve my right hook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was alright. Morning I was busy putting together the whole Spanish fashion show. Then Chrissie and I did our thing with "&lt;a href="http://s41.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1IG2XALEA2GHP2OEPTN6U4S30J"&gt;Romeo and Juliet Modernized&lt;/a&gt;" Shot most of it that day and later on went to the Greek Festival where the prices were high and me and Chrissie got matching rings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we all went wild and crazy when I went with most of the Anotioch group to 6 Flags. Most of the time on the bus I was silent since I had a major headache. Then when we got there I proposed to some z100 dudes but they told me I had to be their one and only. lol. Then Chrissie and I rushed onto Superman where time flew by. It was awesome, then I loved Medusa. I never bought any of the pics, I just used my camera phone to take pics of the pics! I'm smart. i randomly proposed to many people, got henna, Chrissie lost my free return ticket! , I got to go on all the rollercoasters (except that new huge one!), and had a great time. Funny thing was when I was in the bathroom and the plastic toliet paper thing kept falling on me while at the same time Mary was calling me! lmao, fun shiz. While waiting to get on nitro with Karen and Tara I experienced ice down my pants. Later on after that we went to the mass to do the Jesus thing. Mary and I cracked jokes on how to put the pope on a stick, to go up to the sax player, and also groovin to the music. Communion was soo freaking looong! It was a half hour or something! Gosh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I finished up my Romeo and Juliet movie with Chrissie and edited it. Yesterday I brought my DVD player into school just in case the dvd didn't work on the other dvd players. lol. Had a woman show us a video on abortions and then talked to her. It was really interesting I must say. Then later on I went to Antioch where I told Adam I'ld set him up with Erin for prom, we watched the Incredibles while eating ice cream, and I kissed Mary's behind. lol. After that I went to see Star Wars: Episode 3! YAY! I &lt;3 that movie and I want to see it again and again and again! *yes I am a flippen star wars geek*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that on Sunday I'm going to the Zootopia pre-show. Anyone want to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111662740616759836?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111662740616759836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111662740616759836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111662740616759836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111662740616759836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-much-wow.html' title='So much, wow'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111592315501938304</id><published>2005-05-12T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:39:15.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS!</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated! SUCKS MAJOR AIR! Let me give you the highlights of everything. in gym we go crazy and love to sing songs. Last week me and Chrissie screwed Antioch up and told people to go home because Jen told us it was cancelled when it wasn't. Then I had 2 Cinco de Mayo parties. NO POOKIE YET! Aww. I got my Progress report card, not that great ehh. Thank goodness my father didn't see it! I'm trying to fix all my screw ups now, especially in Chem. I made a post on myspace that everyone either got really pissed at or enjoyred. I was being random, angry, and it was mild ranting compared to what Chrissie does. I had to talk things over with a few people because I wrongfully accused a few and all, not sweet of me. I was basically a total bitch when I wrote it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissie and I hung out and made a video the other day. Well...I made it, she was being random and acting hungover in my opinion. The movie it called "Rants and Randomness." &lt;a href="http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0FZHIBODGV1N73GQ1EL6IUM8WE"&gt;Watch it people! &lt;/a&gt; Speaking of movies, I'm making a modern day comedy version of Romeo and Juliet for English (it's a one woman show!), then I'm also gonna make a fashion show thing for Spanish, and anything else that comes to mind like an Antioch movie. This weekend is going to be packed with excitment. On Friday we're sneeking into see House of Wax with a few friends, then on Saturday is gonna be random and we're going to the big Greek Festival. On Sunday I wrap the weekend up by going to 6 Flags with my friends! Awesome! I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G2g now and do tons of random stuff around the school. I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111592315501938304?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111592315501938304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111592315501938304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111592315501938304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111592315501938304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/sos.html' title='SOS!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111507166239637345</id><published>2005-05-02T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:07:42.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Godspell and Parking</title><content type='html'>Thursday came and went, I don't really remember it anyhows. Then on Friday I had to complete my service hours by ushering at Godspell. While at home I decided to pick a tulip from my garden and give it to one of my friends. Unfortunatly when I got there around 7ish, she didn't want it. Then I asked Jen what to do with it, she said to give it to Anthony O' Boyle. I decided, why not? Then I went off to do parking duty where I basically held my hand pointing to where the cars should park and holding up a sign that said "parking" for the next hour in the cold. Much fun. This car with like 10 little old ladies and one old dude drove on by and started debating with me because they felt that they have the right to block up an entire fricken street just because they're handicaped. Then another dude came up to me and was like "Parking!? I'm Joe Parking! Are you looking for me? WHERE"S MY LIMO!?" Lol, what the hell?! Then eventually I went back inside where I got to see some of the play while doing work. After the play I congrated Mark and the rest of the cast on the performences, even thought I really didn't see much. Then Mark thanked me for the tulip. I got confused and thought that I had given Anthony the tulip, but then I realized Anthony gave it to Mark saying it was from me. Odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came by and this was filled with work all. Boring if you ask me. Later on went with Chrissie, Julie, and Maggie to see Godspell because 3 of my friends cancelled on me. UGH! Chrissie got to meet some of my friends there, she blends in perfectly! lol. Insha and Monica went a little wild with those pixie sticks you know. The show went well, it was alright in my opinion. I enjoyed the music of course the most. Favorite scence was probably the family feud thing with the Osbournes and the Sopranos! lol. After the play, Joe and the others kept holding me back from delievering my flowers and all. I eventually did! YAY! Plastic flowers rule because they never die...unless you dip in some acid or other chemicals...but that's another story. Then Joe was being odd and wanted Chrissie for a one night stand and I gave out glowsticks because I'm just awesome. It also was Keya's birthday that day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE BUTTON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...bored. Later on chilled with Chrissie and Karolina. Also we got our groove on to gasolina. Tree Stump! haha. Today sucked since it was basically boring. Me and Rob started to be evil towards each other since I wouldn't get him his "Fruit...Chew ....Mentos" Was able to do some homework in prep. Now I'm trying to find out Snow White's name in Africa since there's no snow there. Peace out Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111507166239637345?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111507166239637345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111507166239637345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111507166239637345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111507166239637345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/godspell-and-parking.html' title='Godspell and Parking'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111465770027326588</id><published>2005-04-27T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:08:20.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Have Your Number?!</title><content type='html'>OH wow, tons of fun stuff has been going down with me. Saturday me and Chrissie started working on Pookie! Haha, great times. "Shove your hand up his butt and push up!" lmao. "G.L.O.W.= Glowing llamas of Wyoming!" Had some laughs and then after eating and all we went to my house where we fooled around with my camera. You can check out our "high" pictures at my gallery. Then sunday rolled on by and I had nothing to do so I hung out with my sister at the mall. I was able to score some cute peacok earings, a silk tank, a button, and also this lovely cherry blossom frangrence. Me and Julie got bored at the end so we did the normal thing and went to an exensive store and tried on various expensive dresses. I actually looked really good in a few of them! But the price just wasn't right so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday came and went. Wrote one new song. Tuesday, was pretty good. In Spanish i had to bark at this girl for totally being rude and purposly coughing in my hair and spitting at my head. I warned her beforehand...but she let the tiger out! Later that day I went up with Amanda to Annuciation where we sold the school. Met some guys from Bergan Catholic that we called "pimps", lol. They put up some pimp juice on a wooden eagle...odd. Then there were some tight ass snob prep guys and those jerks from Paramus Catholic...yeah, I spoke with them too. At the end of the night after almost losing my voice some dudes came up to me and wanted my number. SO I gave them the Rejection Hotline! WHOO! Sexyness, then I asked like 500 different people there for their numbers! Then on the way back we talked about getting drugs and whores all over NJ, and Steriotypical Generlization Girl and her sidekick...Can I Have Your Number kid! lmao, First we destroy them...and if they still live, I get their number, lmao. Funny stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty nice. had an Algebra Test today, I did alright. In the morning Mark as begging me to tell him which song(s) was/were about him. I'm never of course going to tell him since I'm stubborn! English was really interesting. we got gender confused again so we gave Will the part of Lady Capulet. Durring the scence where Capulet (Andrew)yelling at Juliet to get married to Parris it was HILLARIOUS when Will then said to Andrew "You are so hot." LMAO! We don't mind will for being a cross-dresser! Haha, then as watching the movie of it. We got to the part where it's after the wedding night and we see the cute guy who plays Romeo naked stadding onto  balcony and then suddenly you hear from the speaker box "Excuse me for this interuption..." lol. It's just as good as pulling out a fiddle stick! Haha. have to go now and prep for my Chem test tomorrow! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111465770027326588?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111465770027326588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111465770027326588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111465770027326588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111465770027326588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/04/can-i-have-your-number.html' title='Can I Have Your Number?!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111428108902756906</id><published>2005-04-23T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:31:29.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pookie the Llama Pinata</title><content type='html'>OH gosh, I really need to update! But my computer has been spazzing and all so... there. Tuesday we got a new Pope! He is German and is 78 yrs old now. His new name is Pope Benedict the 16th. Bad news about him is that way too many people have been claiming that he's a Nazi and I'm continuoulsy explaining to them how he's not. On Tuesday and Wednesday I hung out with Chrissie and Shannon for a bit around and all. We did some "strip" poses on Valley RD, and almost seemed to crash a biker dude for doing so. lmao. Then we found a wing that we played around with and took pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Julie had a band recital where she had her own solo! YAY! We snuck out of Anitoch just to see her. She did alright, but messed up once or twice. Earlier that day Mark was being odd as he is and wanted me to sit on some girl's lap and poke a few people for laughs. Bit juevenile, right? At antioch, I chased Tori and a few other people with a pillow and hit them, much fun. And also threw a hackisack at Tori.  Chrissie was a bit sick in the throat, hope she's doing better. OH, I almost forgot to mention that we're going to have a party for the seniors and Chrissie and I are making the pinanta! We're making a llama eating a pinnapple. The llama's name is Pookie, and the pinapple's name is Bob! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the grand opening of Godspell at my school. Hope the cast did great. I'm gona go a few times to see it, maybe even tonight. I'm planning to usher there for service hours making me "Alice J the ushera." I g2g now and make that llama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111428108902756906?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111428108902756906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111428108902756906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111428108902756906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111428108902756906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/04/pookie-llama-pinata.html' title='Pookie the Llama Pinata'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111370278765136179</id><published>2005-04-16T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:08:53.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A week's past with pixie sticks!</title><content type='html'>So what can I say about this week? I can't really remember much anymore! lol. I tried a few new things with my hair like crumpling/crimping it. Might as well as call it crucking it...but I still don't get what that is. In Chem me and Julie are the "losers". Of course even though we thought we totally screwed up on the last experiment, turns out we were ahead of our game without even knowing it, heh. Best part was when we started and Mr.Verretos was naming the parts and he got down to the nipple and then we all laughed and then Johnno cracked a huge smile and said "NIPPLE!" lmao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so then on Thursday I was in an ehh mode. I woke up and started my day off my falling down a flight of stairs. Ouch. That day was when I realized that there are waay to many people in school who are just plain dumbasses and also are lazy as hell. I think I was one of the only people besides Will and Tom that was doing the work in Spanish. I mean, how would you feel if the class went chaotic and the people right behind you (you're in the back) where screaming their fricken heads off in your ear so that you just want to really SMACK them! HUH!? Yeah, so then I had an "attidude" problem with Mrs. Chen. I still think guidence is totally pointless and I could put better use into my time. Later on was Antioch, to where I walked and finnally realized after 12 years that my house is 10 min. away from the school! Had an interesting time there. I beat Mark with a wiffleball bat, it was enjoyable. The even better had to be when we started calling z100 and Adam "knocked up" a girl he barely knew, I was "pregnant", "ARGGGG!", and us just all being high while on the phone. lmao. Then I told Chrissie my "prediction" which came true that night as we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good and interesting. The day went by as usual. After luch, as we were heading back to class I ran into Steph, Mark, and other people. I was forced to hug Mark, and I still don't have a clue why. I spazzed with Sophie as we yelled and jumped saying "Sugarbean" to each other. lol. Then my breasts were aweknoledged for being "perky" which kinda freaked me out. I thought it should've stopped there, but Mark continued by saying "I have no problem with your breats." Alright, I have to change the topic! Then later came Romeo and Juliet. Keya is an awesome Juliet you know! Then we got to end the day off with watching the balcony scence and all remade on the recent Romeo and Juliet starring Leonardo DeCaprio. I will never look at my pool the same way again! Then I got on the bus where I swear it started spazzing because it kept making this loud annoying beeping noise. Mark really freaked me out more than usual a few times. I'm still wondering if it was Tori who told him about the flowers, the rest I was being sarcastic about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I cleaned the house untill my fingers dropped. Then I went and hung with Chrissie and helped her clean. Then we went down to the strip mall where we caused some randomness. I bought some pixie sticks and glow sticks where Chrissie couldn't resist purchasing massive amounts of lipwear! Then we hung at Brunos where I got hight and lived for my pixie stick. Chrissie made up a song about a witch made of sand and that was chocking on a pepsi! lmao. Then I wanted to be saucy, I don't have any hand eye cordination, the trees can melt, and also making a hole in your sandle gives it a sex. lmao. Fun times. Now we just need to give the other one a masculine part and they will make little boots for us! Lmao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111370278765136179?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111370278765136179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111370278765136179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111370278765136179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111370278765136179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/04/weeks-past-with-pixie-sticks.html' title='A week&apos;s past with pixie sticks!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111308183499072652</id><published>2005-04-09T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T17:23:54.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too little time</title><content type='html'>So I haven't updated in a while when quite a bit has happened. Sunday I finished my first year of confirmation. I still have to do all my service hours, but I'm gonna do some of that by working at the bazzar this year. That means also that tomorrow people will be getting confirmed. Much happiness and holiness to them all! Monday I started off school again. The week went by pretty fast but let me make a quick recap. My lil sis got a boomerang and I hit an old due with it and she lost it, Dave Melillo has a dirty secret involving him and "Rudoff the Red Nose Reindeer" and power rangers, I got the last tee shirt from Sarno of his, I think I got Jen a bit ticked at Antioch, and I've been running around busy. Reason Jen may be kinda tweeked with me is because I made people accidentally laugh durring prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: When someone asks you to bite them, how shold you respond?! I mean do you really bite them? What do you say to that!? I'm soo confused. lol. Also I've been recieving waay to many phone calls from all these modeling agencies ever since I signed up at explortalent.com. Being a spaz that I am, I haven't called any of them back and somehow I may be interested in it and because my parents still don't really know about it. My dad would of course ultimatly say it's all a load of crap and how I'ld be wasting time and money. But I think with me doing my homework and working hard, who knows? I may be the next Lindsay Lohan or something of the sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a quick type of day. In chem I burned myself after making asprin. Well, almost making it. Our gass got screwed so Julie and I didn't finish. In the morning I got to watch one of my favorite movies, Chicago. And then later on after a easy Spanish test I left to go to my Uncle's and Ula's quicke wedding at City hall. Best part had to be when the Mayor stuck his head out after like 10 min to us and was like "Next?" lol. Yeah so finally after 9 1/2 years, now they are married. Yippie! Then basically I spent the whole day celebrating with the fam this into the wee hours of the night. The parents still wanted to party, but I opted for lounging at home and resting after wall that excitement while they went off. Did I mention that day was also my mom's 40th birthday!? Happy birthday to her :)! Best mom ever, and there's no doubt about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent the day basically cleaning for the guests that are comming over now to eat and celebrate some more. Got my mother 40 roses for the occasion. Today I was supposed to go out and drive the mini cooper and the new type of converatble, but that's gonna be saved for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111308183499072652?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111308183499072652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111308183499072652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111308183499072652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111308183499072652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/04/too-little-time.html' title='Too little time'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111247625862905017</id><published>2005-04-02T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T16:10:58.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Today is a sad day. The pope is dead. He died at the age of 84 at 2:37pm today. R.I.P. karol wojtyla, Pope John Paul II (1920-2005). He will be remembered as one od the greatest popes of out time. The first polish pope is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I went to Barbizon today. Load of bull. The tour was brief and she explained how we would also learn how to have manners, and set a table. lol. Then durring the interview I was super proper like i always am in interviews and all. When she asked me to tell her a bit about myself, and I started, my dad said himself that his eyes got wide and that the woman's jaw dropped herself! LMAO! He said I was like another person! I impressed her so much that she wanted to sign me on the spot and all. But I said that I'ld keep in touch with her. YEAH RIGHT! Instead I'm gonna if I am going to persue acting ask Julio some questions and also do some research myself on it all and get an agent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE! AND PEACE FOR THE POPE! ~Alice J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111247625862905017?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111247625862905017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111247625862905017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111247625862905017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111247625862905017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/04/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111237413694119072</id><published>2005-04-01T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T11:49:33.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Preppy?</title><content type='html'>I haven't really updated, but I will now. Let's see...where do I begin? First I must rant. Don't you HATE it when a guy won't say the complete truth but give hints? I mean if he wants you to know that he's not interested, he should just say it! Grr..I hate it when I hear stuff like "There's another girl" or some shit like that because it may or may not be true. I know your not trying to "hurt" my feelings since you're a nice guy, but COME ON! Jeez, I just hate it if you don't spell it out. I cann't stand it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving on. Sunday was Easter as you all know. Happy Late Easter! Easter this year was at gradparent's house. Yeah, mostly chit chat and alcohol. Later on I went out and saw the Ring 2. I think it was the perfect movie to see that day since it had to do with people comming back from the dead, lol. Yeah, so the movie was alright. Made me confused and go "wtf mate?!" a few times. But it's only good to see it once because you don't understand it, after that it's not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday and Tuesday I spent most of it hanging with some guy friends from dance. Mostly it was just Bart, Janek, Janek's older bro, Matt, and Steven. Some hot shiz went down. On Tuesday we went and saw Hitch. Cute movie, not the best. It was alright. Bart now wants to become a pro stripper and is very aware that cellphones in bras cause breast cancer, lmao. Tons of fun. We also got the idea from Erin and we went into Wallmart wearing Motorcycle helmits and running into displays untill we were kicked out. lol. I don't remember what I did Wen. because I think I slept alot. Oh, but I am pissed that Jessica was voted off from AI! (even though I still want Carrie to win!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty good. I lazied myself out. Talked to Sally about the band and made some plans. If anyone knows a good bass player and a good guitarist around my area, WE NEED THEM! k. So Later on I hung out with Chrissie, Timmy, and Michelle for a little while. "Timmy, you need to go home now and stop making out here with Chrissie. I mean poor Michelle is waiting out there with no one to make out with! I may have to do it!" Lmao. No, I'm not a lesbian. Fun stuff. Later on I returned some overdue books at the library. Then headed off to Antioch followups where we did KARAOKE! I think I got Jen pissed when I did "like a vigin", odd strip style. lol. Yeah so I got an "Ode to Alice J." from Tori to the song Creep. Then I loved it when the guys did the chinese guy remake of "Dude looks like a lady." I "attacked" Gina and had a little lap with Tori and the couch. Mucho amounts of fun and had a good time chatting with people. OH, and remind me never AGAIN to do "like a virgin!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to Antioch I made an appointment to Barbazon for this Saturday at 2pm. I'm going in for an interview and for a little tour. Should be interesting. For some reason I'm gtting too preppy though I I have no clue what to wear. Somehow I'm caring waay to much about my appearance these days. I mean recently I lost 11 fricken pounds! (I haven't been eating too much) and also I've noticed that I'm getting more conserned about how I look. Damn, I don't wanna turn prep! Ugh! Oh well, I'll fade out of this fad soon enough. I'm off. Call my cell and we'll make some plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Next week is my mom's birthday and my uncle and Ula are getting married! WHOO! I'll keep you updated on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111237413694119072?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111237413694119072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111237413694119072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111237413694119072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111237413694119072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/04/too-preppy.html' title='Too Preppy?'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111187353090660651</id><published>2005-03-26T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:45:30.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NY NY</title><content type='html'>Well oh wow. So much has happened and I haven't blogged on it! So let me try to summon up all the events that have happened to me recently and all. I'm currently on Easter Vacation/Spring Break as many know. It started on the 18 and is going to last me till April 4th. For all of you who are jealous of this...YEAH! lol. So, Sunday I had Confermation class. Durring this I played the role of Jesus, after the resurection. Tons of fun. Most memorable part of it was when I first started blessing the Sponsers of the show (i.e. Toyota, Pepsi, etc) and then when Amy asked "So why did you choose the bread and wine?" and I replied "Well, who wouldn't want me in their mouth? I'm tasty, nutricious,..." lmao. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break is going kinda slow for me and I'm not really doing much. I decided on going to the Holy Thursday service. There they used insence. If you don't already know the combination of me and insence...it's not very good. I get extremly weak and sometimes I faint. WELL, durring one of the kneeling parts I think I either fell asleep, or fainted. I don't know. All I remember is waking up by being kicked and poked. lol, that doesn't happen to often. Afterwards there was a candle service thingy where I held a candle in a dark hall while hot wax flowed onto me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite fun actually. I headed off to NYC with my sister and father to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I LOVED it there! I was able to get through the first floor and a small part of the secound floor. I need to go back and see the rest. My sister found some "Horse Bras", lol. It's just too bad that the Costume Institute was closed down. My favorite part had to be all the European Pantings, MAGNIFICENT! Later on I went to the Stations of the Cross to see the stations, my friends, and Mark sing. (If anyone says ANYTHING! they die)Oh and speaking of Mark, I have accepted his proposal and we are getting married (I gave in). ...don't ask. OMG. Before I headed off to Church it was soo funny because my mom was like "Why are you becoming so holy all of a sudden?! Who are you meeting?!" I thought she ment like friends, but apartently my mother thinks I'm dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went off and blessed the baskets at church. Then afterwards I went and cleaned a whole lot here at home. Now Chrissie came over and drink like 3 of my ice teas and correction...she's on her 4th. lol. I wanna see how far she gets before she pukes. Have a happy easter! Much love~Alice J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111187353090660651?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111187353090660651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111187353090660651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111187353090660651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111187353090660651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/ny-ny_111187353090660651.html' title='NY NY'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111101220250363522</id><published>2005-03-16T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:40:27.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The only way is up</title><content type='html'>UGH! That's how I need to start this out! Where do I begin?! Hopefully I can remember everything I need to say. Sunday was confirmation class and I was a spaz like usual. Some memorable quotes that I can still remember are "Yeah, I have no life." and then there was this one funny one said, but I forgot it. Later on Mary guessed who Mr. Perfect, so the cat is definatly out of the bag. Sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention crazy boy in my last post. Let me summerize the story. What happened is theres a guy totally in love with me. He thought we were dating, but we weren't. So I broke the news to him, obviously. Then he threatens to shave off all his hair (which he was growing to be emo) if I don't go out with him or get back together with him (hell no). So I tell him to go for it, the fool takes my word and does. I see him the next day and he still has the nerve to ask me out and all. Still, I'm a stubborn girl, so of course I said NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else happened this week that was out of the ordinary. Monday I lost in the morning my mp3 player at school. So that was exciting. Turns out it was given back to me later on when I got on the bus by the driver, thank goodness! Before school ended some people had to be idiots and talk after the test. So Mr. Berrios said that we were gonna stay after school with him. I flipped at him like 2 min after the bell rang cuz I really needed to catch the bus, and I was having a bad enough day as it was going. I mean I REEEALY flipped at him! I yelled at him, I protested, and also talked back a bit and acted along with it. Best scene was when I reached the doorknob with my books and I was all in tears and I couldn't turn the doorknob since I was still a "good girl" who always listened to adults. But then after he yelled at me like 5 times to leave, I left. It was amazing. And also the first and last time I'm ever doing something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started off pretty good and all. I imed Lindsay and chatted with her for a while durring spanish and prep. Later that night I came back to school to set up and help at fine arts night. I was in charge of setting up the food table and gaurding it and all. Didn't really work out with the gaurding part. I hung out with quite a few of my friends there. Liz, Kim, a friend from another school, and I caused a bit of havoc and all. Liz, I am not your role model and I CANNOT SING! DUDE! You really shouldn't have been going up to everyone with me telling them I can. Also I may consider that offer of yours on the makeout session. lol. But remember, I have my eyes already on someone! Niko asked me why I wasn't singing, so next time we're gonna do a duet. Overall the performances were not bad. Thought the best were &lt;a href="http://s29.yousendit.com/e.aspx?id=1PESIDBOWF1FJ1H6GOPARQP0ZN"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;, Kim, &lt;a href="http://s7.yousendit.com/e.aspx?id=1RSXADAUJVZ5M2KACLV0WE90LW"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;, and the 2 sisters that danced. I tried to tape some of the performances but I only got a few on the memory stick. I give props to &lt;a href="http://s24.yousendit.com/e.aspx?id=0Z4SM7MR03WY4310MJ2Z56K1U7"&gt;Bobby and Chealsa &lt;/a&gt;for their rendition of "You're the One that I want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today blowed. Had my purse stolen from me in the library. I found it after first block in the lost and found. Good news is everything was in tack, except for all my cash! DAMN! I filed a police report and also if I catch that mother than he's going to feel the wrath of a polish woman! (Note: no one wants to experience the wrath of a polish woman.)Apart from that we had a 12:10 dismissal today and also Mark tried getting frisky with me on the bus with his fingers and blamed it on other people. Now I need to bust out and do something. Later, I'm going to watch AI to see who got kicked off. Bye for now, leave me some love in myspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111101220250363522?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111101220250363522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111101220250363522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111101220250363522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111101220250363522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/only-way-is-up.html' title='The only way is up'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111064795861068978</id><published>2005-03-12T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:19:18.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for another update.</title><content type='html'>Time for another update and all on my life. Where to start? Tuesday...I can't rfeally remember what I did that day except that Mr. V was out for family reasons. I believe it has something to do with his pregnant daughter. I pray for him. Then there's Wed. where I had to go to the confessional AGAIN and I told what I had sinned since Sat. lol. Yeah, that's holy. Mr. Fanning wanted to talk with me afterwards about something. I was totally confused and spazzed cause I thought I had done something wrong or committed some sort of federal offence without knowing! Turns out he got a call from some parent and they were talking about me and someone else getting bullied and all. Overall, I'm not going to go into details since it's a personal manner, but now it's basically sorted out. Later that night I went with my father to "College Fair." That's where 60 different colleges and schools came to persuade us into going joining whatever cult of a school they have. Some interesting stuff which I spotted there was Harvard, Rutgers, The Amry and whatnot, and some Modeling Schools. I chatted it up with the old dude from Harvard for a while since curiousity got the best of me. Also I went and spoke with the Army and recieved the most bullshit lines and crap in  out night more than any other. I tried sooo hard not to yell at them and turn all democrat on them and all. lol. This woman, who I thought was stalking me that night, turns out works for &lt;a href="http://www.barbizonmodelingandacting.com/"&gt;Barbizon  &lt;/a&gt; and was telling me how I had modeling potential. I reeeally just wanted to laugh hard since I really DON"T have modeling potential! But for the sake of it, I played along. She wanted me to go for an interview and also take a tour around the campus, for free of course. So I signed up and now I'm gonna soon make an appointment and all. Yeah, I know what your thinking. But trust me, I'm not into the whole Modeling thing at all (I plan on becomming a doctor, mind you) and I just want to check what it's all about and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday came and gone. Later that night I went to the Antioch followup. Chrissie later came and we were kinda hyper so we did some piggy back rides, talked about bunny rape with Adam, and just basically fooled around. At the prayer service Chrissie kept cracking up for no reason so I said that I would pray for her to not. &lt;a href="http://www.stphilip.org/page.cfm?Web_ID=658&amp;CFID=270843&amp;CFTOKEN=19787939"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; are some photos from Antioch. ...I look like a reeeal fool when it comes to my group photo! (I'm never doing that again!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week has basically passed and all so far. Nothing too big is happening in my life. Last night I recieved a few random phone calls from Mark and whomever he was with. Also I've been getting some feeling for a certain guy and all. It sounds very stupid and rash though. Hopefully it's just a crush, and if not...then oh shit. g2g now and watch Anchorman. Love ya, and check out my updated gallery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111064795861068978?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111064795861068978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111064795861068978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111064795861068978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111064795861068978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-for-another-update.html' title='Time for another update.'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-111024263093164190</id><published>2005-03-07T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:43:50.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Amazing Weekend EVER!</title><content type='html'>OH WOW! That's basically all I can say! :)Antioch was this weekend and even though it was only my first time, it was amazing. It really started Friday and all. When I got there I signed up and jumped onto Chrissie as soon as I saw her! :) Though the next second I kinda did the same to her mom, lol. My mom was kinda wierded out that Mark said hi to her,...don't have a clue why. Things got off smoothly with a few games and all. Then we went down to the talk room where we saw a cute presentation. The workout video was kinda odd though and all, umm, yeah. My group was interesting. I had a few people I new (i.e. Mary, Yvone, etc.) and some I was meeting for the first time. Note: I was in group A, we represented the "Incredibles". We did this little skit later on with the poster where Mary was an evil doer and I was the secound cousing twice removed from the Incredibles who uses a Hoover to defeat villans. &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/radiancexo/maryandalice.jpg"&gt;Be Afraid!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Antioch I met some people that were a blast from the past like Tara and James. James pulled some great stunts like having "boobs" (I grabbed them! lmao!) and then he took off his pants and all! lmao. Good times. The Apple Talk was possibly the most deep talk I'ld ever had and I'm glad. OH! Forgot to mention the Trust Walk. Mark blindfolded me, then massaged me, which mind you, felt really gooood! Then while I couldn't see and all, I was lead around. It was kinda no big since most of the time I knew where I was going, you know, cuz I went to SPS for like 10 years! After church confessionals that night (Lafonda the sexy envelope! lmao, Chrissie!) we had chill time where I "break danced" on a pizza box, don't ask, lol! Overall I'm sad to see it over. But of course, no fear, I'm gonna go to the follow ups on Thurdays! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must talk about today how my day went from Horrible to Great. Started off with me waking up to find that my grandpa is in the emergency room. Then I needed my check for the fundraider thingy at my school (I reminded my parents each day for 2 fricken weeks!)Then when my father was driving to get it from my mom's work, the pipe there breaks so I CAN"T GET IT! UGH! Then my sis is late for school and the bus stop smells like skunk, eww. Then at school it started to pick up with me actually getting the check since my dad especially delivered it. Then I started to think happy thoughts and the day actually went allong smoothly. Chrissie called me and told me about the "Love Letter" she was sent, soo sweet that I even cried! :) G2G now since Idol is about to start. Love ya all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-111024263093164190?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111024263093164190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=111024263093164190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111024263093164190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/111024263093164190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/most-amazing-weekend-ever.html' title='Most Amazing Weekend EVER!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110929077958603048</id><published>2005-02-24T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:27:30.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE IDOL!</title><content type='html'>Things have been good lately. Tuesday kicked off School Spirit week for us at Qp, which is another dissapointing excuss of something to bring students together and get competitive. Tuesday was the day where we wear our class top colors. The freshman of course got an odd color, purple. Got to give thanks to La Trace's sister for that one. ::rolls eyes:: I thought I had nothing purple untill I discovered this hip lilac sweater in my closet. My style is definatly changing again, I'm waay into more hippie stuff now. Grandpa went to the hospital, he got some sort of a problem or something with the meds, don't really know. (keep him in your prayers please!) Did I mention how in the morning the bus was late cuz of a new driver? OMG, me and other people actually had to tell him where to go and stop. it was funny, when we got onto route 3 I was joking around and saying "At the rate we're going we can go to Newark and back". Then all of the sudden, the exit for Newark comes up, and we take it, we're not supposed to take it! So I started spazzing out major and was like "HOLY MOTHER! WE"RE SUPPOSED TO STAY ON ROUTE 3! OMG! OMG!" lmao. We got to school on time thank goodness though! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a sports/college top day. Didn't have any of those so I came uniformed fully. Since it was a B day I thought I was gonna have lunch with Niko...wrong! Turned out to be a 1/2 day (still sweet), but I got a tad dissapointed. It seems like ever B day now I don't have lunch with Niko! GASP! Can't have that happening! Mark B was being uhh..."himself" as usual. That boy really can get on my nerves and scare me at the same time. Don't know how he does that. Kinda really freaked me out when he got his shoe print on my shirt, I was wearing the shirt at the time! Dude, then he offered to wipe it off, and tried. I would say "ewww", but that's Caitlin's tradmarked saying. Forgot to say how I confused Mr. Veretos in school today when I told him that the rummors between me and Julie weren't true and that she's my little sea cow. :) YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a not bad day. It started in the morning with me getting me books back FINNALY from Mrs. Fusco since I left them in her classroom. Today was Crazy hat and tie day. Got a bit wild with the hats though, I brought a hat for each block. lol. Lended a hat to Keya (my little button), but she didn't wear it :( . In west civ today we had this little "True or False" game where Mr.Krista gave us facts and we had to say if they were true or not. The questions were really wierd and random (no, they did not consist of stuff we were learning!). I actually ended up winning! (Big shocker!) and I won a highlighter, orange! WHOOOO! lol. In Cath. Christianity I gave Johnno that blow pop he wanted, but didn't except cuz he can't have gum...or chocolate, heh. English got interesting today with us reading from "The Crucible". I reaaaaaly wanted to be Abigail! DUDE! She has an affair with a married man and had this sexy convo with him! I sooo envy Caitlin! AGH! Clutch got intouch with the pirate within him and also we found that Kevin is very entusiastic about acting and that Mat can't take stage dirrections and portrey emotions for his life. lmao. Yeah, lots of fun. Pie eating contest was after school today. I wanted to join but I didn't have a ride and all, so I couldn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. American Idol is the topic now. Last night 4 people were voted off. One was &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/judd_harris/"&gt;Judd Harris&lt;/a&gt; who I personally think did quite well. &lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com/media/mp3/Judd_Harris-Monday_Show.mp3"&gt;Listen to him here&lt;/a&gt;. Still rooting for my favorites &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/carrie_underwood/"&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/anthony_fedorov/"&gt;Anthony Federov&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/constantine_maroulis/"&gt;Constantine Maroulis&lt;/a&gt;Gonna post some of their mp3s so you guys can listen and judge them :) and for a treat here's Mary Roach too. PS: Love the lineup this year and think this is the best idol so far! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mp3s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com/media/mp3/Anthony_Fedorov_Angel.mp3"&gt;Anthony Fedorov - Angel (audition)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com/media/mp3/Anthony_Fedorov-Hold_on_to_the_night.mp3"&gt;Anthony Fedorov - Hold on to the night&lt;/a&gt;-Monday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com/media/mp3/Anthony_Fedorov_HW1.mp3"&gt;Anthony Fedorov -When You Tell Me That You Love Me&lt;/a&gt; -1st day in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com/media/mp3/Carrie_Underwood_I_Can’t_Make_You_Love%20Me.mp3"&gt;Carrie Underwood - I Can’t Make You Love Me&lt;/a&gt; -audition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com/media/mp3/Carrie_Underwood_HW1.mp3"&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/a&gt;-1st day in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com/media/mp3/Carrie_Underwood-Could_have_been.mp3"&gt;Carrie Underwood - Could have been&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com/media/mp3/Constantine_Maroulis-Kiss_from_a_rose.mp3"&gt;Constantine Maroulis - Kiss from a rose &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frycookonvenus.com/videos/mary_roach.wmv"&gt;Mary Roach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more mp3 and stuff like that then go to &lt;a href="http://www.idolforever.com"&gt;http://www.idolforever.com&lt;/a&gt;, they have loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110929077958603048?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110929077958603048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110929077958603048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110929077958603048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110929077958603048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/vote-idol.html' title='VOTE IDOL!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110900107308471006</id><published>2005-02-21T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T10:51:43.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Already Gone...</title><content type='html'>Really need to update on the past few days. Friday came about and I skipped Model UN cuz I had to set up for the party later on. What happened next was really unexpected when I started recieveing mass calls from people saying that they we're able to make it. I was like "WTF?!". Turns out only my best friends came at the end, Chrissie and Christine. We made this into like a hangout thing since we barely ever see each other anymore due to school and what not. Had a blast with them! After fun and all we saw "Boogyman". In my opinion, don't waste your money to go see it. Seriously, it was that bad. The highlight of the movie had to be when the uncle was wrapped all in plastic wrap and being sucked into the black whole thing while I yelled out "HUMAN COCOON!" lmao. So unless you want to do that then just don't even bother seeing it. Got some sweet gifts from both of them, thank you again! Introduced Christine to Napoloen Dynamite and "shower man". lol. Found out that Christine is also gonna be on the Simple Life: Interns since those two blonds came into her dad's store. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was bored all day and nothing new happened. I saw "Hide and Seek", very good movie. Basically it's about father and daughter that movie out into the countryside since the mother committed suicide (or did she?!). The girl finds a new "friend" called Charlie who the dad thinks is imaginary. Through the movie the girl gets kinda wierd and you keep wondering who Charlie is. Don't want to spoil the ending because it's cool so go out and see it. Sunday came about and I was bored yet again. Yesterday I saw the movie "Assult on Precinct 13". Go see it, it's a very good drama. What happens is this is actually a remake (never saw the origional so I can't compare it) and in it officer and a group of officers get a shipment of prisoners on a snowy new years eve and contains a mob boss and other cronies so they get trapped there over the whole night as a group of men surround the precient and try to kill the people in the facility as they must survive the whole night while fending off the enemies. And the people outside are police officers themselves. Duh duh dun...go see it to find out more cuz I'm not going to give away anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the layout because it's not Valetines Day anymore and also it was kinda falling apart. This one includes Bonnie McKee. I'm a new fan of her music and this one is also includes her music vid. for "Trouble". I really wanted a better copy of the music vid. not including the control bar at the botton, but unfortunatly I was unable to find one. So guess I'm stuck for now. Today I was supposed to go to a retreat for QP, but due to the fricken weather I'm stuck home doing absolutly nothing once again! Grrr. If I'm lucky I'll watch Million Doller Baby tonight. Later ya'll. PS. I &lt;3 MILLSY! (especially the shower pic, lmao!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110900107308471006?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110900107308471006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110900107308471006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110900107308471006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110900107308471006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-already-gone.html' title='I&apos;m Already Gone...'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110869458112065911</id><published>2005-02-17T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:43:01.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines came and stole my heart away</title><content type='html'>Haven't been a while since I posted and all but some good moments came and left. Saturday was a total bore and it only lightened up with Chrissie comming over later on. We named our feet and tried to make them reproduce, but sadly mine were gay and couldn't. Told her about "Bob" the pinnapple and got some kicks out of that. Next day some fam came over and we had dinner. It was kinda a birthday dinner so I got a few gifts. Got so far a gucci watch (which mind you I can't wear yet since school and all), a pair of diamond earings, money, and my dad is ordering a charger for my camera off the internet and also getting me that graphing calulator I neeeeed. Angelica and Chrissie came over on Sunday. While in the kitchen, my mom entered for a sec and at that exact moment Chrissie screamed "BOB!". lmao. There was this wierd awekward silence for a min. Later we introduced Chrissie to Homestarrunner. Pure Awesomeness. Had some cake then they had to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was good. Finally my birthday came and all. 15 baby, whhoooo!In the morning got a sweet gift from Johnno, a yellow and orange monkey. I wore it around my neck for the rest of the day and now have to keep a shirne in my locker for it thanks to Caitlin! heh. Can't really say anything big happened. Chrissie didn't come over through to celebrate cuz of the rain (odd, i know). Next night I went to an awards ceremonial to get a plaque saying that my Semester was second honors. Next time I'll get first. Saw some people I knew there, Keya looked real pretty in her dress. I almost didn't recognize her! Later on that night I started calling people to tell them about a little gathering that I'm having tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have been well. Forgot to tell you about the Godspell auditions where I really blew it since I lost my voice. Seriously I was soo sick that I did worse than Mary Roach I bet! Gotta congratulate Mark since he got the part of JESUS! WHOOOO! Apart from that it's ok that that I didn't get a part, don't really care. Just auditioned for fun, duh! Today was an ok day. In Algebra I started hicupping so the class started cracking up. Cuz of this Mr. Manansala says "Did you steal a hardboiled egg?" to which Matt relpies " My mom told me I lied to a troll!" lmao. Yeah. G2g now, it's late. See ya guys soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110869458112065911?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110869458112065911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110869458112065911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110869458112065911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110869458112065911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-came-and-stole-my-heart.html' title='Valentines came and stole my heart away'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110782838889483778</id><published>2005-02-07T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:48:59.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Crazy Times at Georgetown</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, I'm finally back! Let me give you a day to day recap on it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on the bus that day right after school. Anna was missing/absent (she was sick), so we had to leave her behind. The ride was long for a while. We entertained oursleves with watching "Clerks" and I was listening to my mp3 player. Later on Maza started singing when he saw the capital. And I was telling tori how she should transfer. After we came into the Courtyard Marriot I found out that I would have my own room and I would get a queen sized bed! WHOOO! After unpacking I handed out glowsticks and we all went down to Right Aid for some supplies. That was the highlight of the night. Later on I got a call around 1am. It was just Sophia, who was calling to see if I had any KY Gelly. Aparently I didn't, so she wanted me to go buy it for her in Right Aid. Making a long story short, it ended with me calling her Sugarbean (sorry tori!) and her offering to make me a mask. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up a bit late today, and it felt gooood. Hung out with Rachel and Liz most of the morning. Liz never wrote her position papers so I had to help her out with the typing. ehh. Mazza later came and re-wrote it again cuz mine was waay to short for her. We afterwards went to the mall where I bought dinner for when I returned from committee at 12 in the morning. Opening ceremonies were boring, nothing new. The first committee was ok. Waaay too many people ganged up on me since I'm USA and all. Later that night after returning and eating some dinner, AND curfew check up I left my room. I went over to Julie, Kim, Danna, and Tash's room where there was a party. Met a cute guy who taught me poker. Sweet. It was all fun and games till 3am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super long day of committee. I decided to wear my red suit with the mini to the conferences. It would've all been perfect if I had brought heels though! I was compared to by India as Shania Twain. He's cool, very metro-sexual, but an awesome guy. We had a little fight over his conflicting shirt and tie too! I was able to also a signiority on the Mosambique Working Paper, which totally passed! Later on durring the break I went out with people to get some dinner at a Chinese place. The again was committe and all, bored to death at times so the UK, Maurtius, and I went outside for like 10 min (when people were being repetative of course) and we fooled around. I even learned quite a few new terms, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday kinda went a bit quick if you ask me. After breakfast and church I had some time so I hung around. Then comittee started and continued until 7pm. Waay too many people started a brawl about the Super Bowl and many complained on how they're gonna miss some of it. We finally started Communication and Technology that day. Soon enough I was writing with a ton of Other countries a working paper. Since I was the USA and I had much influence I contributed my part by getting as many signatories as possible. I was able to get some of the good countries on my side and even smaller ones, it was a piece of cake. Mosty we were all in and out of the room so debates were limited. Another thing I noticed is that durring the lunch break, Poland was hitting on me. Talk about coincidence and creepiness. Plus the guy representing it is not at all that cute, ehhh. After the committee, I walk to the hotel with Bobby behind me, while he was listening to music I was talking with Evan, who I learned from that one converstation that &lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; he was flirting with me &lt;strong&gt;B.&lt;/strong&gt; That he has no clue what to do around females &lt;strong&gt;C. &lt;/strong&gt; That he thinks extreme smarts impress a woman. He used possibly one of the most corny lines I've heard on a while on me, "Hey, what's a very attractive lady like you walking alone out here?" That's when I thought in my head "How dark is it out here?!" lmao, yeah...Bobby is my bodyguard and basically that's it. Then after getting ready in the hotel, I went out with the whole QP gang to a fancy Italian Resturant. Memories were shared and I told Sophia that when I turn lesbian, she's the 1st on my list. :)lol. After dinner I got ready for the delegate dance. I totally spazzed and forgot about it so I just threw on a pair of jeans, a cute belt, a tank sweater since it was freezing outside, and a few glowsticks. I actually started a trend because of me most of the QP folk came to see me dance. No less than 5 min after I got there I got a guy (name: Evan, age: 18, last trip for him, Me: I'm soo not interested!) to dance with. That's IF you can call it dancing! We did so for a good half an hour, the least! AND we did it in front of QP folk too where they got pics! lmao. That night I was asked to dance by 26 guys, 11 asked for my number, and I only danced with 8. Another guy I danced with was the guy who represented Belgium in my committee. I think his name is Alexandro? I'm still not sure. No it's Antonio! He's though MUCHO caliente, he's from Spain, he has awesome hair, and he can soo dance! &lt;a href="http://www.cyborgcow.net/gallery/displayimage.php?album=274&amp;pos=15"&gt;Here's a pic of him on my left, I look waay spazzed and frazzeled &lt;/a&gt;Note: His arm is around me! Apart from it all I had a good time, threw some glowsticks, danced with friends, and got &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; to some friends. At 12:30 I finally left. Upon leaving some security guy stopped me and asked if I had a blue bracelet, I told him that I was with the group that went ahead of me. sneak! When I got off onto the 8th floor I saw this woman who I figured was a moderator yelling at some people. What I saw next was horrifing and at the same time hillarious, I saw that guy Evan in his boxers and a tight tee. Damn, I couldn't help but laugh REAAAALLLY hard when I came into my room, mind you which was 2 doors away from his! lmao. But to be truthful I sooo like Dayne who taught me poker waaaaay better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day, was all packed and ready. Got some numbers and emails from people I met of course. The last committee was good too, even though we got transfered into the huge hall cuz we kept complaining about the temperature! The room was so huge and you could barley hear people talking loudy in it! After papers were passed we all got a solid half hour to fool around. We got to mock the chair, Australia did a great job with it! lmao. Also me and the "King" of Mauritun made up a little fake working paper of our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's some moments and all from Committee and out with people:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks litteracy is great.&lt;br /&gt;Passing notes and throwing them on the ground is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Pink is a better color on men than on females.&lt;br /&gt;When speaking only 2/3 of the committee is listening while the rest are wondering who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Tie contests are enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Use more pickup lines! &lt;br /&gt;USA and the Chair like banging the gavel! &lt;br /&gt;Turkey likes being represented by a piece of meat rather than by a flag.&lt;br /&gt;Turkey likes bowstafs! &lt;br /&gt;The delagate of Maurtius is now the KING of Maurtius&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves Lifesavers candy! &lt;br /&gt;What is the pronunciation of Qatar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll spooning is...- UK&lt;br /&gt;Let's all sit in a circle and sing!- India&lt;br /&gt;Reader Rabbit- Columbia&lt;br /&gt;NOTES ARE FUN!- Maurtius&lt;br /&gt;Not all children are known to be born-Zimbabway&lt;br /&gt;Just as Mosambique just said, I don't know what Mosambique just said- France&lt;br /&gt;Wait...I'm speaking English-USA (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Motion for a 10 min. nap.&lt;br /&gt;Chair: That motion is out of order.&lt;br /&gt;UK: If I don't get a nap I'll drop my pants.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I recall that motion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs through revolving door* I'm a hamster!-Me&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any KY Gelly?- Sugarbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's veal again?&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: It's baby cow. &lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll have it! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110782838889483778?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110782838889483778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110782838889483778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110782838889483778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110782838889483778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/such-crazy-times-at-georgetown.html' title='Such Crazy Times at Georgetown'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110738822726768131</id><published>2005-02-02T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:50:27.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgetown is gonna be a blast, hopefully! </title><content type='html'>Wow, sorry I haven't updated in a while. Been quite busy with homework and stuff and all. Let me give you a quick update with someinteresting stuff. Johnno has master minded the art of guess how large your bra is. (He amazed me with his powers), Ms. Sarno has a purple squirrel in her room now thanks to me cuz "I PHOTOSHOPED IT!" lmao. And the most interesting thing happened on friday where I was calling a guy friend while on the bus (I know, how stupid of me) and there were bumps that made me make certain sounds, there was mark trying to play footsie with me but I couldn't concentrate on kicking him so I paused alot, and then at one point I was concentrating so much on the message while Mark was footsieing my foot that I had to stop him so I squeeled really loud Mark! Now,imagine this, you're hearing this message with uhhs, squees, and pauses, and you don't know I'm on a bus....what do you this I'm doing? lmao. I had some explaing to do and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a jolly day. I got to see everyone again at confermation classes after church. Was a bit wild and all with the bagels and snacks. We went over the 50 questions that I didn't do. We recieved new books and BIBLES! WHOOO! lol. I still love the part where Mary's mom was trying to talk about the absinance involving  a man and woman and while she was mumbling I said "Sex." lmao. Great times. Can't wait to see everyone soon. I'm leaving for Georgetown tomorrow after school. I'm not comming back till Monday so it's going be be awhile. I'm soo nervous about everything that I hope I don't screw up! I mean I AM the United States of America! gonna take pics and all so I'll have some memores. I return on my father's birthday so I should also get him a gift. I just hope everything is going to work out, especially my public speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered some questions and all in the Ask Me section. new Layout comming soon, and possibly a new host. Love ya all...call my cell when I'm gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110738822726768131?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110738822726768131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110738822726768131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110738822726768131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110738822726768131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/georgetown-is-gonna-be-blast-hopefully.html' title='Georgetown is gonna be a blast, hopefully! '/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110651621568941921</id><published>2005-01-23T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:43:36.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter finally comes</title><content type='html'>Basically I haven't updated since nothing much has happened with me. Midterms are finally over and I have s strong urge to choke the Spanish teacher. West Civ. was the easiest of them all. I signed myslef up for Godspell and auditions are on my birthday. The song choices I have are: Turn Back Oh Man, Bless the Lord, Day by Day, Learn your Lessons well, and By My Side. Still not sure what I'm gonna sing yet, but hopefully whatever I choose it'll sound good. The only way I can actually be in the play is if I get one of the main parts and Mark B. also gets one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday starting from noon it snowed like a mother into the night. The snow is a foot deep and I've already built a large igloo with Julie. Yesterday, Chrissie popped over and Julie couldn't stop the poking, or the sugar rush, or the wildness. Also the retreat was cancelled and that kinda sucked. Last night I updated my personal &lt;a href="http://www.cyborgcow.net/gallery/index.php?cat=10465"&gt;gallery&lt;/a&gt;. Also I have a little movie I made possibly when I was high or something. Features scenes from Chrissie's 15th and Christine's Christmas Party. &lt;a href="http://s25.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2O0A5QQ8ZQ6C92BUI4UEE5B6LO"&gt;Click here to see it.&lt;/a&gt; Love life is still non-existant as Valentine's continues to approah. G2G now cuz I need to go sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. When a guy tells you at 11:17pm that he'd going to the gym, is he being serious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pps.  Non-buff guys are my type, less is more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110651621568941921?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110651621568941921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110651621568941921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110651621568941921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110651621568941921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/winter-finally-comes.html' title='Winter finally comes'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110549421757851362</id><published>2005-01-11T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:43:37.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Breath of Air In</title><content type='html'>Omg I'm soo spazzy kinda happy. Yesterday Johnno and I came to a resolution and thank the lord we're gonna start anew. :) Slowly but surly we're gonna take this. Also yesterday I recieved the chemistry midterm study guide (he dictated it to us). Bad news is that maring period ends this Thursday and also next year we're supposed to get new uniforms! Sucks ass cuz I wasted tons of money on the one I have now! We better make a petition of something or else I'm gonna rebel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to talk about Sunday! Sunday I went and saw White Noise with Chrissie and Timmy. I'm not really "crazy alice" to him anymore but he thinks I'm cool. Awesomness, and I totally approve of him as Chrissie's bf. Durring the begining of the movie the lights were still on in the front where we were and I started chocking on a pretzel. While choking I had a glowstick in my hand and I was waving it in the air! lmao. I must have signaled to the guy in the projector room cuz then he turned the lights in the front off. And there was this one part of the movie where it kinda scarred the "Be-Jesus" out of everyone and I started craking up hysterically. Was a good night. Also me and Chrissie had an awesome chat about a certain someone and I realized that I am half preppy and half alternative. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't all bad, apart from the fact that I thought today was a 1/2 day and I took my lil sis's keys cuz I "misplaced" mine. She had to go to Chrissie's so that she wouldn't freeze to death in the falling snow. Everything seems ok at the moment. Just making a contract for the band and listening to Greenday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110549421757851362?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110549421757851362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110549421757851362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110549421757851362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110549421757851362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/take-breath-of-air-in.html' title='Take a Breath of Air In'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110524037999257664</id><published>2005-01-08T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:18:51.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Another day has pasted and nothing has changed. This week wasn't that exciting. Some funney quotes were made. I stayed up one night reading chapters 1 to 13 of "Red Sky at Morning." I'm the manager of my friends' band "&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=xcoinxoperatedxgirlx"&gt;One time at band camp&lt;/a&gt;". I'm also gonna once I get some hosting make their "official" band site. Also I'm thinking of a new name for when I get hosting. Seems I'm a bit indesisive when it comes to choosing site names. I have a little thing also at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=4483270&amp;amp;Mytoken=20050108184933"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt; if anyone wants me to be their friend. Chrissie's B-day was on the 4th and we had a little fiesta. She also got her electric guitar and all so that's nice. Found out that I'm going to Georgetown for Model UN. Wonder if Gina's going! *smiles* Valentine's day is next month (my birthday, turning 15) and I have a feeling that I'm not going to have a Valentine this year...again. I'm possibly the only female who's never had a Valentine in her life who was born on Valentine's day. It seems like everyone's falling in love, so where is my prince charming? Yeah I know, I kinda swore off the whole falling in love thing, but I can't help but wonder what is it between couples who actually have love (or whatever they have). ....you know what? nvm it all, love is just another way to get a heartbreak. If my prince charming does appear then I'll see, and hopefully check if he has any "faults" like the one's from the past. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things between me and him aren't really working out. I slipped him a letter, hopefully I put it in the right locker and that he actually red it. I don't want to fight with him anymore and I don't care who is righ, even though I am. There's actually a song called the "&lt;a href="http://s3.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=29LSOUSTYS3RZ2AH2U6L5B9YDP"&gt;The Difference in Me&lt;/a&gt;" by Diana Degarmo that I wish he heard. Because I'm trying to actually make things work and change a bit for the better, but even though, he'll never notice the difference in me. Oh well, maybe it'll work out between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the site's layout cuz I was really bored and it didn't seem appropriate to have a Christmas layout still up. Removed the radio blog, but I'll make a new one in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...this is all true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110524037999257664?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110524037999257664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110524037999257664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110524037999257664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110524037999257664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110453782864596887</id><published>2004-12-31T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T19:03:48.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3, 2, 1...</title><content type='html'>Last day of the year. Where did it all go, what did I accomplice? Looks like it all went too fast, but then thats time and you just have to use it well. Seeing it as it is now I've started high school, made and gave up some friends, deeply complicated my love life, and gotten a tad smarter. I think that's all that happened this year to sum it up. I hope everyone had an enjoyable Christmas (sorry I forgot to post). It was all good this year at my house. I got a few things which I &lt;3 and yet again I forgot to bring some mistletoe to school. This was most likely the oddest Christmas ever. I wore a 60's dress that I looked awesome in, no photos were taken, I wrapped my own Christmas gifts (ones I would be recieving the next day!), kinda missed Santa's truck, and it just seemed empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 29th I was totally sick and had something like a stomach flu or virus of some sort. Won't go into the icky details, but it was nasty. Most of the day I barely moved, I didn't eat anything except drink tea, and felt horrible. Thank goodness I recovered in the nick of time for Christine's party on the 30th! The party was fab. I actually didn't expect so many people there! But still...we had Christine, Chrissie, Beata, Nicole, Megan, Val, Nicole, Rebeca, and me there. I brought of course gifts and a house warming gift...champane, jk...sparking pear cider (from IKEA! lmao).  Got some nice gifts and something real special from Chrissie (*wink wink*smile).  We all had a good time doing various things like Twister, joking, truth or dare, the maddness never ended! lol.  But the party ended of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I still can't believe I'm about to enter 2005! Funny how little has really changed. I'm still the same girl...with experience. I hope that the next year is even better then the last. I still wish that I could change and still do some stuff here in 04 but it's too late, I had chances, I didn't sometimes take the risk, and now I'm stuck wondering of what could have been. Life goes on. Peace out remember the New Years eve chat of 03/04! Have a happy new year. (watch out for hangovers!) and tomorrow I'm going to NYC...i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110453782864596887?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110453782864596887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110453782864596887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110453782864596887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110453782864596887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/3-2-1.html' title='3, 2, 1...'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110377140397482784</id><published>2004-12-22T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:16:04.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on...</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how things turn out how you want or don't want them to happen. Take my case on Monday. The blocks were shortened and at the begining of first block while classmates went to recieve 1st group penence I went with some friends (Kim, Keyua, Alex, Caitlin, Natalie, and Anne) down to meet and interview a guy who's currently in medical school cuz I'm part of the future physicians club. So for 45 min I got tons of info and also I learned quite a bit and I may look into the field of bio-enginering. After that we ran upstairs only to find that our classmates still didn't return and now take this next scene out of a movie cuz I run to the strair doors....and I slip...and fall....in front of Seniors, who mind you point and laugh at me. I really don't care, so I'm not embarresed the least bit. Then we head to church were we coincidentally run into our class returning from penence, but we still want it some me and my friends went anyhows. After the confession of the sins we head back to class only to find that there's 5 min left of class! So basically we missed the whole last block....awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I think things got a bit out of hand. It was at lunch....yeah. Let's just say that we'll never look at a bannana the same way again. I still can't believe it happened and all that pressure! And even though... I'm a bit happy because I got to throw and break a clementine on Johnno's head when he said "If I ever meet your boyfriend and they're happy, I'll know why!" OMG! Weird! It was really awekward durring Chem. when Christine said that my new nickname is "bannana". (Don't ask for the story, cuz I'm not gonna tell you what happened!) In Chem we got to turn milk into Farmer's cheese then into glue. When I get my paper back I'll post it here with how to do it yourself. After school was like WTF? mate! I had Model Un where I got my commitee for Georgetown...goodie! I got Eco and Cult right (wtf? cults!?) and I'm USA. Sucks ass kinda for the reason that being USA I'm definatly gonna be a big part in it all. Then afterwards I hung around with people and then headed to Dunkin Doughnuts where I waited there till like 5:30 pm for the reason my mom forgot to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so great but it wasn't so bad. Morning started off with Engish with Fusco so we got today off and played vocab. Bingo and then Charades! Chrades was awesome, I got to be batman and one of the things I did was I laid down in front of the wall facing it on my back and put my legs on the wall with my arms crossing myslelf like Dracula....then I flew awat lmao. Our team won with some great Chrades also like when Matt did "Elf" where he took off his shoes and put his knees in them (lmho), and also when Mike did Dumbo and "flapped" his "ears". lol. I got a pen with all the answers to the West Civ test. heh. Religion got interesting with topics such as "Baesball, Seperation of State and Church, Sex, Sex Ed, and Christmas presents." It was hilarious when Mr. Berrios said "At some schools they have bannana day" lmao. Let's just say a few people laughed for a certain reason. After that we had the a Christmas EXTRAVEGANZA! lol. It was sweet with the choir performing and the nitivity scene and also how the whole school can get confused when singing the 12 days of Christmas song. It was also announced that since we won all state with football we get the 3rd off from school so schol doesn't start till the 4th! awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have that feeling that you want someone to like you, but no matter what you do they don't approve of you? It seems like it's been like that with me with a certain guy I know and it's really bugging me. Not only do I be myself, he thinks I'm crzy for doing so. Yes, sometimes I can get a bit out of hand and I know that but this dude is just like "You scare me, go away." There's something I really want to say to him, and he knows who he is, "Screw you, if you don't accept me for who I am, forget you. I really don't need you. I lived my life before you were in it and I can move on without you as a friend. All you ever seem to do is complain about how random and crazy I am. Well I am, and I like being insane because without insanity there is no reality or even "normal" whatever that is (and don't say your "normal" because to be normal is to be trully crazy). True friends can overlook that and even though I've only known you for a few months I can see that you're most likely not gonna anytime soon. So if you ever change your mind and want to talk to me, I'm open anytime. But just remember, I don't need you and I'm not going to waste my time being someone I'm not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more to say. Christmas is comming soon, gonna be hectic as ever. Thank you people for all the gifts! I will buy each and every one of you that have given me a gift a special item that I know you will soo like. (hopefully) Love ya'll but have to go. Hugs and Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110377140397482784?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110377140397482784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110377140397482784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110377140397482784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110377140397482784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on...'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110342503704533157</id><published>2004-12-18T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T21:57:17.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now serving</title><content type='html'>Hectic week. That's all I can say that this point. I at this point don't remember much but i'll try saying what happened. Bussing a cat is a big thing for me, had waay to many tests, progres report recieved and I want to die cuz of it, and randomness went down. Had a few tests yesterday including that huuuge chem test which I swear I bombed. Mr. Manansala is getting on my nerves lately but thank God he said at one point "Oh, wait...now I'm confused." Proves he's only human not a robot, but I want him to repeat that line again ::leans in with voice recorder::. Gym was interesting on D day for the reason that we played basketball and I was captin. It get's even more interesting when I tell you that I tried to choose a loosing team which instead i choose a team that won 3 fricken games! (they were loong restless games). So that was different but at the end I got to sit out cuz I wanted to and on the sidelines we had a little massage thing going on with each other with a little auction and some talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soon gonna get hosting and also I'm making my last free layout for a Inusha and then afterwards I'm gonna start charging people. This is cuz it takes time, my time, and I need to be rewarded. Want to encourage people to ask me questions and all too. Oh and when I get hosting I'm planning to possibly get B2 so I'll see how that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rewards there were no rewards except service hours when I volentered at some type of home for elderly women boarders where I did tons of housekeeping and used a vacum from hell. Got a break at some point though and walked all the way to Dunkin Doghnuts (which is faaar from where I was) and grabbed something there. And also speaking of grabbing something yesterday I woke up with my top lip looking like Jay-z's or like I had collogen done wrong. My lip kinda blew up cuz of a mixture of something like a cold sore and chapped lips. Damn it hurt and it was heavy. The top lip was soo heavy that in the morning when I spoke I looked like a fish...really.  It's better now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updated:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Blog&lt;br /&gt;Answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110342503704533157?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110342503704533157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110342503704533157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110342503704533157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110342503704533157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/now-serving.html' title='Now serving'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110289319049230227</id><published>2004-12-12T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T20:53:01.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barenaked</title><content type='html'>Crazy past few days. Friday night was totally cool since I went with a group of friends from QP to AMC to see Oceans 12. The movie totally kicks ass! LOVE IT! Also hanging out with everyone was great. In the begining though before they came Danny and his friends decided to harras me. I also got to see a few people who also went to our school and were gonna see the same movie , like Mike and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, which was yesterday, a Saturday was my dad's Christmas party. I got all primped up just for it. I did the whole 9 yards....curl my hair, pick out the perfect outfit, do the stunning makeup work, go through an extensive car wash for the body. Yeah. I just made a stupid descision of wearing my black heels....they killed me (and would punk themselves into the soil) ! Thank goodness I didn't wear my white dress and i instead wore my little black dress cuz then I would have been overdressed! it was fun. it was at a college campus, there were carollers, a dj, a whole space for the kids and teens with an arcade and tons of games and junk food, a magic person who did tricks to easily amuse me, a lounge, a few bathrooms, a huge main hall spot where there was some excellent food at the buffet, santa clause was there, and lots and lots of tables. But out of it all I didn't really seem to find any cute guys! I saw this one but i think he was a bit to old for me when he started to smoke and drink. I got bored after a while so I went and joined the carrolers to sing. yes I sang, and for quite a while! Shocking...yes, fun...most definatly! My sister got from Santa instead of a pony like she asked for a card set which she gets to learn 30 magic card tricks from...oh goodie. I was a nice time and it really made up for when it was cancelled last year due to the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to wake up at 7 thanks to my sister and dad spraying me with water telling me that we're gonna go get a Christmas tree. I'm not the one to complain but it a Sunday for crying out loud! I NEED REST! I WAKE UP AT 5 AM EVERY MORNING EXCEPT WEEKENDS! :::gahhh::: Thank goodness I took my cd player or else I thin I would have died on the looong car trip. But thankfully we found a tree and all we have to do is decorate it and that we do NEXT week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added some stuff here like an "ask me" section. Feel free to ask me ANYTHING. I'm gonna go now...do what you want. I'm listening to a song that I totally LOVE! it's "Barenaked" by Jennifer Love Hewitt...it really describes what i'm going through. I'll try getting it on the radio blog, no guarentee. Also been playing around with clips and made my 1st movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=055BB10C"&gt;here it is for your viewing pleasure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110289319049230227?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110289319049230227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110289319049230227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110289319049230227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110289319049230227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/barenaked.html' title='Barenaked'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110264449004405759</id><published>2004-12-09T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:11:13.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>Holidays are approaching soo quickly! Happy Hanacuh to all my Jewish friends and pleese for give me for misspelling hanacuh for the reason that I can't spell. (Seriously, on my IOWA test it said that my spelling grade level is 7th grade!) Past few days haven't been that exciting. On Wen. night I went out to my little sister's Christmas play at SPS. While there if it wasn't for seeing the o'l teachers and my crew then I would have died. I'm a bit mad at Mary because the girl caled Johnno and he got pissed and called me back later on and told me to remove his number from my cell (long/short story). I got some footage that's at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day off from school for the reason that it was the feast of the immaculate conception and our school's patron is Mary. Sweet. I basically worked and cleaned a majority of the day. I basically did nothing. Later on I got a call from Christine ( my boo!) she said that this year we're gonna have the Christmas party at her house. I'm soo excited! The only prob is the whole situation with Beata (HUGE STORY). I'm ready to forgive and forget but other's aren't so willing or crazy about it. And also I got to get gifts! I haven't even started on my Christmas shopping and my problem this year is that I have a budget cuz I'm not being paid for my work (soo unfair!). I'll figure out something though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda good. I fooled around with my camera and got some amuzing footage of what "really" happens in the girl's locker room. lol. Gym was odd where we auctioned off people. I am now owned by like 5 different people and I'm wheat bread! Also my new name is Peter. Inyusia and Amanda really got a kick out of it and I was really high. Later on in Spanish I got into a fight with Maria and Altoids were tossed all over! OMG! Too crazy. Then at lunch we had a nice convo about aphrodisiacs (stuff that makes you horny/ turns you on) (i can't spell) and we all laughed and had a merry time. After school there was no Model UN for the reason they're at Harvard! (soo jelous that I didn't go!) Oh well...next time. and next time I'll post some vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya'll like my new layout, I really worked on it and there's some new stuff in places so check it out. Hopefully everything works. Pleese comment and tell me how you like it (or hate it)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/15540.JPG"&gt;Someone is a bit high!&lt;/a&gt; /&lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/15542.JPG"&gt;Evil person after the call&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/15543.JPG"&gt;...dude, can you say "I'm on something?"&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/15545.JPG"&gt;More foxy shoes&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/15546.JPG"&gt;Who's hand is that!?&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/15547.JPG"&gt;More people on crack!&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/15553.JPG"&gt;Pray with Gina and explain it to the man &lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/15558.JPG"&gt;Getting "tipsy"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110264449004405759?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110264449004405759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110264449004405759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110264449004405759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110264449004405759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110221934187779774</id><published>2004-12-04T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T13:40:00.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongerific!</title><content type='html'>oh dear lord! I have had such a blast so far that I haven't really been updating here. Let me cathc you all up to what's been up lately, long-weekend was borring, Johnno and Fransisco broke up but Johnno's going through that phase where you LOVE em so much you can smell if the person's there, I'm not doing so hot in Math, a squirrel and my sister attacked me while on a walk with my dog and I flipped and got a cut, the freshmen have NO school spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents came back from Poland after 2 months on Thursday and it was so great. My dog spazzed and thought he saw a ghost and I got tons of unnessasary but cool gifts. I got tons of skin products, a scarf, fashion magazines, candies, a asmetist ring, and some earrings with a matching necklace. It's all nice and all but I'm just happy to see my grandparents. I loaned one of my new mags to Caitlin cuz I thought she'ld be into it. Also Yesterday we had a pep rally for the QP football team cuz the next day they were head on with DePaul. The freshmen yelled nothing...but I tried. lol. I tried to take some pics though. I took a bad one of Caitlin and Johnno and played around with it see it here. &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12788.JPG"&gt;Before&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12787.jpg"&gt;After&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Cb, Tori, Mary, Cienna, and me went to see the Spongebob Squarepants movie at 5:10. It was great. I went in with popcorn hidden in my coat and I looked like I shit in my pantaloons and it was hillarious. Some odd reason I took a mic with me and it was all cool. I lost the popcorn somehow when I got into the stage so that was different. The movie was overall good. Patrick had most of the porno scenes and David Hasselhoff did something with his pecks that I just couldn't help but laugh realllllly hard. After the movie some randomness went down to Barnes and Nobel. We hung out in the CD section the whole time, but it was all good. I got a ton of random pics and CB got AWESOME video footage. lol. After all the madness was pretty much over Tori called Rory and this was interesting cuz soo much was confusing and going on. Nice first impress. Sometimes I just want to bang my head against a wall with everything going on, don't ask. Then Rory said to me as I was about to hang up on him something about that I can call him like anytime. It can mean nothing to one, but to me I'm suspicious here of what it means. Yeah....I'm going now....and i'm backing out slowly ....see the stuff below....I took it all with my new digital camera that can record movies, take pics, AND blind you in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12800.JPG"&gt;CB&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12802.JPG"&gt;Cienna and People&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12804.JPG"&gt;OMG! MOVIE!&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12806.JPG"&gt;Hangin&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12808.JPG"&gt;Tori on drugs&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12809.JPG"&gt;Mar-a (no lover)&lt;/a&gt; /&lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12810.JPG"&gt;Doing nothing&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12811.JPG"&gt;What is she doing in the back?! &lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12812.JPG"&gt;Tori...my lover&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://hostmyfile.net/files/12813.JPG"&gt;Me :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pausedheart.0catch.com/MOV00003.MPG"&gt;It's like a shark&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://pausedheart.0catch.com/Alice.MPG"&gt;It's Me!&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://pausedheart.0catch.com/enough.MPG"&gt;Someone has had enough&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://pausedheart.0catch.com/the%20butt%20touching.MPG"&gt;Butt Touching!&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://pausedheart.0catch.com/violence.MPG"&gt;Violence people&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://www.hostinganime.com/cowsgomoo/what%20are%20you%20doing.mpg"&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://www.hostinganime.com/cowsgomoo/truth%20or%20dare.mpg"&gt;Truth or Dare: at Brown&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://www.hostinganime.com/cowsgomoo/shoes!.mpg"&gt;Shoes!&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://www.hostinganime.com/cowsgomoo/mary’s%20hottie.mpg"&gt;Mary's Hottie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110221934187779774?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110221934187779774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110221934187779774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110221934187779774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110221934187779774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/spongerific.html' title='Spongerific!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110142574073094913</id><published>2004-11-25T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T18:35:40.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HappyThanksgiving</title><content type='html'>It's a time in which we spend with our family, feast on large amounts of food, and thank the Lord for providing. Yes, Thanksgiving! I'm this year celebrating it at my uncles new house. It's all good. I have much to be thankful for. Now I'm going to go eat some more stuffing...&amp; you can listen to &lt;a href="http://www.broken-memories.org/happy.rm"&gt;the Thanksgiving song&lt;/a&gt;! Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110142574073094913?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110142574073094913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110142574073094913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110142574073094913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110142574073094913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/happythanksgiving.html' title='HappyThanksgiving'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110105510822926009</id><published>2004-11-21T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T11:38:28.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Cupid</title><content type='html'>Why is it that my life plays out like a soap opera? This has questioned me for quite a bit and I think it's because of the cosmos. Yeah I know, I'm going crackpot here, but listen for just a sec. Why is it that everytime I like a guy he falls under one or a few of the following catagories: Gay, Long Distance, Older than me, or Friend (note: if you're a guy and your my friend, it definatly doesn't mean that I had crushed on you or that I'm currently crushing on you!). Yeah, it's ALWAYS like this. I can really hate it! Another thing is I've noticed that Clifton and suburban guys don't really interest me that much anymore, reason? Cuz most of them seem to be to plain and borring. ::yawn:: Then of course I'm wondering why is it that I can give excellent love life advice to people even though mine is non-existent? Maybe it's just because I'm cupid and I'm born with this natural talent. Or maybe it's the fact that I've never dated myself and I can view other people's relationships and since love is blind the outsider is not and I can extract info from them. Another reason would be because I read waaay to much when it comes to stuff like this. Do I really need to date? I mean, I've lasted a good 14 almost 15 years without doing so and I don't plan into rushing into anything just yet. And there's the fact of education, how the hell would I be able to work and study with a guy on my mind?! And there are tons of pluses to the fact that I don't date. SO really do we &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; a significant other to make our lives complete? nope. I'm gonna just live my life and if love is to happen then sure, but I know my limits and what to and not do so I'm totally prepared. Now listen to the &lt;a href="http://www.scarysquirrel.org/special/movies/foamy/date.html"&gt;squirrel &lt;/a&gt;or IM me for more knowledge because I really am lazy and don't want to type here at the moment. Also IM me if you have relationship problems or need advice because that's the only thing that seems like I'm sutible for doing. If you need proof here's a person's comments after I gave them some advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************: alice you should have your own show&lt;br /&gt;****************: I'm serious&lt;br /&gt;****************: That was so great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110105510822926009?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110105510822926009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110105510822926009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110105510822926009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110105510822926009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/stupid-cupid.html' title='Stupid Cupid'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110091521727838135</id><published>2004-11-19T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:46:57.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Cry Over Me</title><content type='html'>Life's going soo wrong for me. I just want to take it all back and change it. I may seem smily and happy on the outside, but it's me inside that hurts. I'm in pain, I'm weak, I've fallen and I can't get up. School isn't the best, friends are getting confusing and placing soo much stress on me, family isn't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;Besides from all this I found out that I really can't spell. Got the results back of my Iowa Test or whatever it is called. I got high marks on everything and they even put scores telling me what grade level my knowledge is in. Told me mostly that my brain should be in college, except for my spelling skills. Those should be in the 7th grade. lol. Told ya'll that I suck at spelling, now I have proof! Scanner broke so I don't know when I'll post some stuff. Also updated the Radio Blog a whole lot. I don't really take requests, but if you want I'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110091521727838135?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110091521727838135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110091521727838135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110091521727838135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110091521727838135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-cry-over-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry Over Me'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110066077658522915</id><published>2004-11-16T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:06:16.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I came, I saw, I learned</title><content type='html'>As all of you already know, I went to Brown with other Model UN delegates from my school to compete and all. This was a huge first for me so I really learned alot. Let me start from the beginging. We all left school and got on the bus and journeyed&lt;br /&gt;to there, took a few hours but no one died in the process. We stayed at the Ramada in (or so I think it was called), then after settling in with my roomates we explored Providence and checked out the various things around the hotel. All was good, that night went had a bit of a "rowdy" truth or dare game going on so that was awesome, I should've done a dare though! It was full of proclamation of love, "lamp" dancing, and some swift feet movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I woke up and had breakfast down in the buffet with Anna. When we woke up we didn't find Rachel in the room, figures, she went to watch people play Halo 2. Me and Anne actually stayed up till 2 am playing uno and waiting for her to come back to the room, but then course that's Rachel. Now back to where I left off, after breakfast most of the day was filled with shopping with people. I a Foamy tee shirt (I'm soo happy! It's the one with the "Someone should stick you in the eye with a really hot french fry" one. lol), some earings, a lock necklace, a cute sweater, some pins, and my new guitar purse! :) After a short meeting later on me and Ann caught some dinner at "Fire + Ice" (we could make our own stir fry and eat all we want for just $7 each!) Then we all got primped &amp; went to Brown in taxis, went to the opening ceremony, then kinda got lost on the way to our conference place at McMillan. If it wasn't for the fact we found 20 other people los,t trying to find the same place as we were I think I would've lost hope. lol. Committe was interesting and I started to learn stuff that I didn't know before since this was my 1st time. That night we people ordered pizza and we all had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was FULL of commitee meetings. So you can imagine me thinking alot that day, not like I don't think everyday...oh, you know what I mean! Did get a lunch break and me and some friends went to some resurant where Mazza complained on how we shouldn't be using Heinz ketchup and how he's protesting it. Then more meetings, then church, then more meetings and we wrapped up Palestinian Sovernty and the Conflict over Kashmir. But I did thank the lord blow off some steam at the campus party. The party was actually lame to be truthfully. The A Capellas weren't bad, pizza shortage, bad dance music, and also people didn't really dance. I tried to liven the party up but I was too late. Sucks, yeah. Tried to catch a bus with Anne but&lt;br /&gt;all were full or they were going somewhere else. So we finally caught one an 1 hr. &amp;amp; 45 min later with a few friends we met. Me &amp; Anne ordered a pizza that night cuz we never had some dinner. Pizza was huge, good, but when it comes to keeping it in your room it kinda funked the place up if you know what I mean. Went to sleep late and somewhere at 3am I feel someone jumping on the bed. I must have crashed with Anne because last time I checked Rach was in her bed (or so I thought cuz the girl left AGAIN!). The 4 people decided to try to initiate me and annoy the hell out of a half asleep me. I kinda threatened them, but then again Paula tried stealing my Uno cards and it was 2am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early for the final day. I skipped out on breakfast because the pizza from last night still filled me. Caught the early 8:15 bus with 3 other people whereas everyone else was too lazy and decided to grab a taxi. The final conference was actually awesome. We did International Space Law with a twist! lmao. Oh my lord we cracked jokes continuasly like "I want to moderate your caucus" and learned pickup lines such as  "Are you the Delegate from Jamaca? Because you ja-makin me hot." lol. USA was "on top" with quite a few things that day like playing cupid (harhar). She actually in a way, uhh, how do I say this, she kinda hooked me up with Venezuela (Rory). Yeah awekwardness people, remember I'm not too good at the relationship thing cuz I'm too busy, my dad will shoot those "ducks", and it's all new to me. SO that was interesting. Then came closing ceremony where we got Mazza getting the Best delegate award, Dave won something, and 2 others won something but I keep forgetting their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good. People keep comming up to me and asking about the same subject which is really starting to piss me off. Then of course they don't know any better. I also got a hate letter that really hurt me. It was addressed to me, in my locker and it said "You know some people don't like it when you follow them around." I was really hurt by this because I personally don't follow people around unless you count the mornings where I talk to tons of people and wish everyone a good morning when they come to their lockers. I showed the letter to a few friends but the burt was still there. I mean this has happened before to me when I was younger so I really felt the blow this time. I couldn't help it so I at the end of Math I broke down and cried on my way to English. People in the halls asked me why I was crying because I'mnormally all happy so many people asked. When I got to English Mrs. Fusco allowed me to go clean myself up and Anne came with me. Anna then dragged me over to the counciling center where I spilled it all out. Made me definatly feel better. Speaking of stuff that can bring you down, I got my report card. Yeah. I'll put it in the next post. My grades were fairly good and I'm definatly gonna improve on all of them. I'm still in shock of my grade in chem though. I went from C to 1 point away from an A! SOO CLOSE! Now I g2g get back to my life.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110066077658522915?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110066077658522915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110066077658522915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110066077658522915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110066077658522915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-came-i-saw-i-learned.html' title='I came, I saw, I learned'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110019558875359219</id><published>2004-11-11T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T12:53:08.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still haven't left</title><content type='html'>Making this post while in the comp. lab. Doing absolutly nothing and been chatting it up with maria &amp;amp; katlin. Found out that I'm not the only claymate around! katlin is too! :) This is rocken. Just read her xanga and loved the last entrie with all those convos. If you want to know Johnno came out (thank god!) and he's with Fransisco who is BI! Shocker shocker, suprise suprise. I'm wearing my own clothing now and I forgot all that candy that I was supposed to bring with me to brown, oh well, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a note to people . I like someone new, I'm not gonna tell you his name, and I'm not gonna screw it up this time. Thing is I believe that he has a gf at the moment but then I'll wait till things are off with them. Hopefully if all goes well then on Monday I'll be &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; happy. Then again I would be happy if I only saw Johnno and Fransisco make out. yesterday I brought in an ice pack just in case that if I saw them do it then I would "cool" myself down with it. lol. Again, wish me luck at Brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110019558875359219?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110019558875359219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110019558875359219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110019558875359219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110019558875359219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/still-havent-left.html' title='Still haven&apos;t left'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-110014492274292314</id><published>2004-11-10T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:48:42.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BROWN! WHOOP WHOOP!</title><content type='html'>Whoa...tomorrow is the day! I'm leaving for Brown after school and I just can't wait. Everything is alread packed for me and hopefully I won't lose or forget something. Watch me fall down a flight of stairs there or end up getting locked in a broom closet. lol. I hope I packed enough. Chrissie came over for the occasion and helped me choose some outfits out. Went to Quickcheck with her durring the weekend and got a &lt;em&gt;"sexy"&lt;/em&gt; magazine. lol. Gonna go laugh my hat off now and while I'm doing that I just want to say to all those who critizized my hat and called it a black lampshade, I'm having the last laugh now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to put up a new layout with some other features like my Radio Blog and I'm gonna make this like a site for myself. Hope it all works out. See ya'll in a while and wish me luck at Brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-110014492274292314?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110014492274292314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=110014492274292314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110014492274292314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/110014492274292314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/brown-whoop-whoop.html' title='BROWN! WHOOP WHOOP!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109970351383222020</id><published>2004-11-05T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T20:11:53.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhh....</title><content type='html'>Soo boored! OMG! I NEED SOMETHING TO DO! Today was the most borring day off that I've had in ages. I did absolutley nothing. My highlight of the day was when Julie decided to get stuck in a laundry basket and was &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/Julie.jpg"&gt;flailing in it&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah. Recently heard a new song I like. It's by Kelly Clarkson and it's called "Since You've Been Gone." I'm gonna try getting and mp3 of it soon. The day before I had to write a myth for English class and I decided to take the assignment as a joke and with Chrissie's and my imagination we wrote a poorly written, very "creative", and interesting story. Here it is for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Refreshing Gasps”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In a land which was ruled by it’s llamas, squirrels, and peacocks, a land known only to man as Znamishnerow is where this tale is told. A place filled with evergreen trees and singing birds that flocked and flurried amongst the tree tops and soared through it’s endless beauty. Our hero is only a mere peasant known to us only as Frederick of the Frenzied Llamas. Toiling day and night, he would give haircuts to the local fish. &lt;br /&gt;	One day upon working  in the aquatic salon, a young tad squirrel by the name of Bently approached Frederick, for you see he was in desperate need of a tan and trimming. Frederick calmly tried to explain that he wasn’t able to complete such a task. Something that wasn’t realized to him at the time was the Bently was the prince of Znamishnerow who was under the influence that he was a truck. Bently demanded that he was to get a dark Jamaican tan and a Brittany Dears haircut with purple extensions. Suddenly a stench that garroted Frederick by the throat. The stench was coming strait from Bently’s breath. Unable to stand it any longer Frederick exits the aquatic salon and gallops strait towards the forest.&lt;br /&gt;	Galloping with intense speed he soon becomes lost. After hours of searching for life he comes across a minute cavern. He decided that he should spend the night in the cavern for the weather seemed incredibly dank. Slowly and cautiously Frederick approached the inner of the cavern, fearful of what he may uncover in it. Out of nowhere out popped out a small man who resembled an ompalompa, was wearing a tattered charcoal robe, and a peaked wizards hat. The little man scrambled towards Frederick with a confused yet evil smirk on this face. The man spoke gently, he asked who the he Frederick was for he had not seen a llama since the time in which teapots were the hottest thing on the market. Frederick sat down onto a what looked like a seat and explained his story on how he became lost after running from a squirrel that had ghastly breath. The man decided that the best thing for Frederick to do is to call upon the mystic being from the Almighty Toasted Hand. The Almighty Toasted Hand was something that was used over centuries by the mightiest and most powerful rulers of the lands. The only way though that he would be able to use this powerful item is if he were to dash to the peak of Mount. Flampadone. &lt;br /&gt;	Setting his heart and eye out on his goal, Frederick took the wise man’s advice and set out on his treacherous journey. Through this he faced the Squire Squirrels, the Evil Elephants, and even a few “high school” students. With all his might Frederick was able to reach the peak of Mount. Flampadone where there lying on a pedestal was the Almighty Toasted Hand. Never had he a simple llama witnessed such a spectacle. The hand itself gleamed like the glimmer of a thousand suns beating upon a white crescent moon. Slowly he approached it and held it high over his head and let the wind roar through his veins. &lt;br /&gt;	The Earth sprang to life, the ground shook, the wind gusted like never before, suddenly gold shone in the sky. Chariots of gold and silver being carried by marvelous winged beauties (stallions). The chariots touched the ground gently yet fluttered onto the clouds at the same time. Abruptly lightning stuck the ground and all that was at that glorious there at that peak on that moment was perished. What had happened? What had happened wrong for them all to perish suddenly? The answer was right in front of him. 	&lt;br /&gt;        Somehow, Bently had scaled onto the peak while looking for apricots. At that exact moment, Frederick was making his wish on a way for there to be fresher breath. The lightning was conducted when Bently’s SUV struck a radiated telephone pole causing a freak reaction with the weather and what was happening. Frederick softly approached the ground in which all his hopes and dreams had perished into thin air. A then was heard was a light gasp, something minute was there lying on the ground. This new found substance gave off and odor that burned the eyes yet was mint and light to the touch. Pure white, gleaming, and intriguing were the only words to cast of this. &lt;br /&gt;	Bently, still under influence that he was a truck decided that he must clean up the trash on the soil through suction. Bently scampered to the white object and quickly ate it before Frederick was able to say anything. With a gasp there was silence and then a miracle happened, Bently’s mouth odor had left him! With an idea, Frederick averted from the peak and brought back to it a duplicator that he created as a young llama. Bently was able to find another piece of the substance on the ground. He placed it onto the machine where more and more of it were produced! &lt;br /&gt;	The two of them teamed up and named the material “Altoid” for the reason that “Al” came from the first two letters of the Squirrel Alphabet and “toid” from the Llama language meant “to freshen”. Eventually, Bently became King and decided that Fredrick may sell these mints to market places everywhere. He eventually became a millionaire and successful in psychology. Currently our llama friend is in our hearts and our mouths when it comes to love and the want for fresh breath. &lt;br /&gt;								THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109970351383222020?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109970351383222020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109970351383222020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109970351383222020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109970351383222020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/uhhh.html' title='Uhhh....'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109936315025846768</id><published>2004-11-01T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:42:52.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy one day late Halloween!</title><content type='html'>WHOA! The sweetest day of the year (litterally) has finally come! Past few days have been so exciting for me. Why you may ask, I was in Salem! Yes, Salem, Massacusates. I had such a great time. I'll try saying everything that I can say with out revealing anything explicit that happened. Friday I woke up like 4 in the morning just so I could get ready for the trip. I got to school at 6 and everything seemed in tact. Met up with Johnno, Susan, Connie, and others there and we all soon got on the "coach" bus. Mr. Teiderman said that we were going to get goodie bags and in them 3 people would find slips and those people would win either the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd prize. So i look into my bag and I find a piece of paper. I open it and it says "First Prize". So you can imagine me "OMG! I WON!". Later on I found out I won...a smoke machine! DUDE! The only thing is I couldn't use it until I got home, heh. Somehow we were all able to entertain ourselves for the next 5 hours to Salem. We came to a Day's Inn and unpacked, I had to get a new room cuz the one they gave me had no bad or room for me. Afterwards we went back on the bus then to the park and we were shown the main spot of where we meet. I hung out with 2 people I had just met. We were planning on getting tattoes or some piercings, but the problem is the guy at the "Purple Scorpion" said that we had to be 18. oh well. Mostly we went to some shops and all around. Later on we met up with others. Most of the places we went to were either filled with insence, witch stuff, or random junk. At one point Johnno decided to go off at random whereas everyone else left to do something else, so I went with him cuz we're not supposed to be alone. Most of the conversation was silent but we soon got it going. Somehow the conversation lead to Godspell and I found that he played John the Baptist and sang "We Beseech Thee". (rad) Then it wound up with me singin "Learn your lessons well" (I SOO hate my voice! ), but he said that I actually sing really well (iiight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we all went to a mueseum and that was interesting. it was basically all light up pictures. Afterwards I decided to see the extra exibit and go to the bathroom. This is important knowledge because for the reason when I came out none of my friends were there! ALL GONE! ::gasp:: So I go out to the park and I look around and I see almost no one, then I spot a few people from my Salem group trip. I decide to join up with these people and I'm like "Hey I'm Alice, also I'm from your group. I waswondering, can I join you guys for a while because I'm pretty much alone and I lost my friends." Course they let me tag along, that was all cool. They were heading towards the cemetary when suddenly we ran into a group of huge protestors. (They were protesting witch and gay stuff and how it's evil and all.) The crowd got definatly rowdy so the next thing I know is that I'm split up and ALONE, again! Damn! SO I did the only thing I could think of, I called Johnno. It took me 20 times to get through, but I finally did it. This was pretty much me "Hey John, I know you told me to call only durring an emergency, but I think this counts as one. I'm alone, lost, scarred, it's dark. I really need your help right now. I'm trying to figure out where I am, I need your help, soo lost, did I mention it's dark?" What happened I had to repet this all to him cause Susan or someone picked up his cell cuz he was in the bathroom. Thank goodness 20min later I was found and all was good. (I'm soo in debt to these guys!) After the free time was over we all went onto a ghost hunt thing. We got back to the hotel around 12:00 ish so I was wiped. I was gonna play some strip poker with some friends (I was gonna wear LAYERS!), but I was wiped, the doors and windows were taped, and I'm not that great with poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day wasn't so bad. In the morning went around with people looking for a breakfast shop, then walking with friends. Durring the 2 hrs of free time I had later on I went to the Museum of Myths and Monsters which was totally awesome, the wax museum, the 3D thingy, and other stuff which I wanted to go to but I didn't have a chance to. We all went to see an interactive play called Cry Innocent where we were the jury. At one point we were allowed to ask questions so I stood up, put on an English accent, and roared like the fires of hell and I made my case. Let's just say that I was soo convincing people congrateds me on my performance and applauded. :) After that we had more free time so I hung out with friends and we all decided to go see "The Grudge". The movie was waaay overrated. I laughed soo hard durring the scary part, I couldn't help it! Later on we all just chilled and soon enough the day ended and it was time to go home. On the bus I felt very faint. I took a seat next to Fransisco and pretty much all was well. Poptarts and Altoids were awesome as always.lmao. (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was good. Got lots of candy! I was a gypsy this year. I also spray painted all my hair &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/Picture47.jpg"&gt;ALL black&lt;/a&gt;. So it was like woah. Timmy joined us on the walk so it wall all good, like I said. Later on durring the night while I'm taking a shower I get a phone call from Chrissie who is telling me that her brother accidentally gave out the house key with the candy! OMG! LMAO! I found it later one when I was looking for the change I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school was normal apart from the fact that people are telling me that Fransisco has a crush on me. This is interesting cuz the thing is Johnno has a crush on Fransisco and Fransisco is not gay. I personally still have this crzy crush on John even though I know he is gay and I at the same time want to develop a new relationship with Fransisco and see where&lt;br /&gt;that goes. Call this a love triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplified:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/Picture581.jpg"&gt;Johnno&lt;/a&gt; likes Fransisco, Fransisco likes me, I like John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do and I pray that Fransisco doesn't ask me out or else I'm gonna have to break on of they're hearts! I don't want to hurt John because he's my friend and all. ...I'm waay to much of a sweetheart. I think I'm gonna make fransisco gay so that he can be with John. I don't care, I rather do what's best for my friends. I can live without going on dates, kissing, and stuff like that. I have already lived without it for 14 years, what's another few years or months or whenever? I'm gonna go watch some lifetime tv now and chow on sweets and try to figure this all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109936315025846768?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109936315025846768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109936315025846768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109936315025846768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109936315025846768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-one-day-late-halloween.html' title='Happy one day late Halloween!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109883895833575870</id><published>2004-10-26T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:28:51.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over, it's just the begining</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I haven't updated in a while and lots of stuff happened. Let me try to fill ya'll in on everything I can remember that was important that you should know about. Thursday took another chem test which I got my score yesterday and I passes with a beautiful 100. That day (Thursday) I also had spazems like I did in church while in 7th grade so I couldn't breathe at one point so I ran outside for freshair. John came out to check on me, we got locked outside, you can guess what happened next...we went back into the building by going a bit around the school. All was good by later on. Friday went to a football game with "barrista girl" and michelle. It wasn't so great. Clifton was against Bergan Catholic and Clifton lost with a score of 8 to 48. After the game we "rushed" over to McDonalds to get some coffee. Next day nothing went down with me. Sunday was good with confirmation class, then headed to the mall with Chrissie and Julie later meeting Mab, Cb, and Mary. I didn't get much but Chrissie got some discount items. Things got really interesting with "Sexy Jesus" and hanging out with some whips at Spencers. lmao. Yesterday nothin much happened in school, got a few bruises, saw a rated "R" movie in Spanish class, Chem was like it always was and is. The best part of yesterday was when Adreanna told me durring homeroom how she didn't want ot go to the Salem trip and instead wanted to go to homecomming, so being me I said then why don't I go instead, pay her back next day, and all will be happy cause she'll be at homecomming and I'll be on the Salem trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a so-so day for me. Woke up a bit late this morning. School was good. Christine came back from being 2 weeks in the hospital with the flu (she's screwed with school I tell you). Had some prison people talk to us about drugs.  Hopefully they'll stay sober and all when they get out. Nothing much besides that happened so that's it. Here's the articles that I promised you in my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upload4free.com/files/22614.JPG"&gt;"From Radio to Religion" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upload4free.com/files/22615.JPG"&gt;"How to Lose a Girl in 10 Seconds" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109883895833575870?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109883895833575870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109883895833575870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109883895833575870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109883895833575870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-not-over-its-just-begining.html' title='It&apos;s not over, it&apos;s just the begining'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109830413274366851</id><published>2004-10-20T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T16:28:52.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Today I thought that I was gonna be major busted, just like yesterday. This week I had a chem test in which it was 10 questions and if I screwed one up I would get a 90. Got the test back yesterday and guess what? I thought I failed but i really got a 90! YAY! I didn't screw it up all that bad, thank God.  Earlier on in gym I got stuck in my shirt while changing lmao. what fun! There was also a box in which we could place a vote for which presidential candidate we want, the results are gonna be posted in some newspaper. I must have voted at least 30 times for Kerry, lol, I'm such a cheater. We also got the latest edition of the "Paw Print" (our school newspaper which i lost at the moment but i will find it!).  There were a few interesting articles in it, including one about Mr. Berrios going from being a z100 producer to a teacher ("Radio to Religion"). I did find one article that quite intruiged me, it was entitled "How to Lose a Girl in 10 seconds". it was pretty much the do's, don't in a date,  etc. At the end it said that we shouldn't be looking for a Mr./Ms. Right but we should be rather looking for a Mr. Personality and Ms. Makes my heart skip a beat. i then after reading that part realized that one of the main points of why I'm not dating is because I'm looking for a Mr. Right. I really shouldn't be focusing on that you know, I think that really straighted me out on what I really should be looking for instead &amp; I shouldn't set my standards up so hight for guys. (if you ask me then you may even realize that they're not that high!) Maybe the other reason is also cause I'm afraid of getting my heart broken. But then that's another tale to be told. I didn't realize who wrote the article till later on durring the day, (I would have NEVER guessed it!)...Johnno. Funney how things work out, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today let me say that in the morning things got a bit wild on the bus. When I got on it was all quiet but the craziness started once we got onto route 3. While on the route there were people (morons) in the back of the bus that decided that it would be fun to throw paintballs at a car. Well I didn't know they're plan because I was talking to a few girls in the front of the bus. They in the back start throwing the paintballs and cause some old dude to follow the bus because  else the dude would think that I also did it) . SO we were all dropped off by dunkin dounuts and we all scattered everywhere. From the library, elementry school, inside dunkin doughnuts, to the school, everywhere! I just got off from the bus and started walking to the school because you do realize that if you run you look more like you did it, duh! I didn't find out what they did till I came into the school so it was all wild. I didn't get in trouble at least, whew (I did nothing anyway.).  School was good. In the morning Lauren asked me chat with her before English. She asked me if I liked Johnno as more than a friend, I'm not gonna tell you what I told her but if you know me I think you know what I said. School was a half day today so it was nice and quick. Religion I told the story of how I put Marc in  a wheelchair and I'm gonna continue my studies in chem for tomorrow's test. Things are good for me. Gonna go see squirrels run now bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109830413274366851?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109830413274366851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109830413274366851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109830413274366851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109830413274366851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109794997563971519</id><published>2004-10-16T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T14:06:15.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all over now</title><content type='html'>This week was sure something!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was confirmation classes with free food mind you. Had a good time it was all funny when my cell rang out durring me and Mary's "God is talkin to Abe" speach. lmao. Chrissie you spaz! Marc wanted me to read something about getting jiggy or something of the sort, aparently I still don't get it. Most of it was all fun and good as I said before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday as ya'll know I had off. Most of the day was boring except for that night when i hung out with Chrissie the "pyro" who almost set Clifton up in flames and stole my cell calling a few people. Lmao.  The next day wasn't so bad. In the morning John asked me about what was up with my crazy friend "bleacher girl" calling him. Later on I "beat up" John! Let me explain. We all dread chem. After having lunch and all we were heading to chem class when John started coughing up a storm. I told him to raise his hands over his head and allow me to pat him on the back knowing that that normally always helps in cases like this. Well, we got to the chem class and let's just say one thing lead to another and I was chasing him in the hallway. While in the hallway he told me that he would take me dow if I did anything. I being confident I approached him and we had a little fight in which then he yelled that i was trying to rape him and that I was going to "take advantage" of him. lol. Mr.V the chem teacher soon came and he saw how we were fighting. So knowing how he likes to pick on John he gave me a boxing glove. I put it on and then you can imagine that I was chasing and beating him up while running around the chem lab. (he said that my swings were actually hard and hurt, yay) Now then fast forwarding later on in the class Mr.V decides to pick on me and John so what he asks John is if he's "involved" with me and if there's a little something something besides fighting going on between us after school. What he said was 1st a quick yes followed by "I MEAN NO!" Then Mr.V places me on the spot and asks me if I'm interested in him and why aren't I going out with such a young, good looking, and smart guy. Me, I'm trying to keep my head down durring most of this without showing how much I'm blushing. So according to Mr.V he's my "boyfriend". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was pretty much a lame day. What happened was we(as in the Freshmen, Somphmores, and Juniors) were to take these stupid tests for counciling. For the record nothing really matters if you do great or flunk it so I just did my best. The hardest part...vocab, I think that the only word that I was 100% sure about was chocolate. Sad...isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursaday comes! Yes, thurday, the most loved day of the week for me. In the morning our English teacher Mrs. Fusco took us all down to the auditorium. The Debate was for anyone who wanted to come and it was about about the candidates, Mr. Mcmannus was Democratic and some woman who I forgot her name . Over all I'm still Democratic, Bush sucks, the Republican woman didn't do so well, and all the world is how it is. In West Civ. Mr. Krista while anouncing what happened that day in history/birthdays of that day said "Born on this day singer, actress, ...slut.........Madonna." lol. Spanish class was a fiesta and I was pressured to dance by the class, so I did it. Yeah, and then there was the part where before Religion class I did it for a few of my friends.  Never shall I repeat it unless under torture or at a dance, i swear. While going to my locker at the end of the day I bumped into Mr. Veretos and he asked me "How my boyfriend was doing" Me, I'm taking a double take and wondering who in my head then suddenly I think "OH! John...right." So I say that's he's doing good and I'll ask him. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that and all I headed over to Model UN where we were having a frienze. We had to hand in our position papers for Brown that day. (Earlier on I thought I forgot to bring em so I spazzed! Thank the Lord I found them in my Atlas!) Anna didn't have her's though because she wasn't there for the last meeting and didn't get it (she owes me a &lt;em&gt;yellow&lt;/em&gt; floppy! lol).  We were allowed to either discuss something on our position papers when we got to the stand or assasination. I stayed nuetral on the subject because it could be good or bad. Of course we all wanted to assasinated James Mazza on the spot. We can't wait till he meets Bush and is in great dissapointment, we just pray for that moment. It was all excitment, improvision, and all about assasination of James. I spent the rest of the day just doing chem and studing like hell till midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a nice day. Friday finally you know. Go my progress report on thursday, I forgot to mention that. I did ...okay on it, I just really need to inprove in 2 subjects. The chem test went uhh ehhiy is a way easy. I think I flunked though. Afterwards we were making Hydrogen. At one point Mr.V made John sniff an acid, once inhauled he started flipping out and all. I later on got the chance to do the same, what happened was once I sniffed the substance I had this quick sensation jolt through me through my nose to my eyes. The biggest reaction I got was my head flinched a bit and my eyes blinked. I did it twice because the teacher thought I didn't get enough the first time. I got high! lmao. Later on durring class Mr. Veretos made a statement "Alina here is fastinated with hydrogen, whereas Alice enjoys getting high off it." So true, lol. Also my "boyfriend" started "cheating" on me with Katlin so we "broke up". At the end of class John got a headach and I tried to give him a listerene pocket pack mint but the boy wouldn't take it no matter what I did. Damn. :P Spanish was in the computer lab and my fricken computer would shut down every 5 min on me. Nothing much really happened. I found out more about Camp New Day which is this friday, sat, and sunday. The people who sign up are councilers for handicaped people. I would've signed up but I didn't find out about it till Thursday when the slips to go were due! So unfair, missed a chance to hang with friends, and have fun doing stuff I love. Oh well. :\.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is Saturday and I'm down to cleaning like a mother...yeah. Give me love advice or something when you leave a comment, I'm a girl who needs some even though I give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109794997563971519?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109794997563971519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109794997563971519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109794997563971519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109794997563971519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-all-over-now.html' title='It&apos;s all over now'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109725009563819621</id><published>2004-10-08T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T11:41:35.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's not so bad after all! </title><content type='html'>Oh wow, lots has happened durring the week. Major events were John's and Andreana's Birthday so happy 15th birthday to both of them...again. Wow...uhh wow, not sure where to start. Things in school are going much better with me. My grades are finally picking up and my genius is showing (where?!). Uh lets see. caused much havcoc with Chrissie and all so that's always good. Went to Quickcheck with her the other day. She told me all about what's up with her and vice-versa. While going we saw some &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/Picture42.jpg"&gt;roadkill&lt;/a&gt; so we took some pics of it. Yay. Then we headed off to Quickcheck where we had some fun deciding which mags to choose and if I should buy a cake. I finally settled on making a plan where I would buy a huge pen...dude the pen is like a foot long! (it's a click pen! lmao) With that pen I would go up to John and say "Hey, If you go to the homecomming with me then I will ::whips out pen:: give you this pen!" lol. We thought it was hilarious so I counldn't wait to put it all into action. So then yesterday comes and I'm ready to do it untill I find out that he's going on the Salem trip (damn, I knew I should've signed up!) So that sucks. I decided to still go on with it except this time I was gonna ask him for his number. It all really went cool till the part where I zoomed out after giving the pen cause then he tried to give the pen back! OH nose! SO I was like "No, take it, anyhows it's a late birthday gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pens. The other day Mark kept harrasing me and a few girls on the bus with his pen and trying to write on us. So I kinda got him back when yesterday I took out that BIG pen and went to him "Hey Mark, my pen is waay bigger than yours!" lmao. OH how jolly everyone on the bus became when they saw the huge pen. I just hope that John uses it and it's click-y powers to disrupt teachers, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model UN was awesome like usual. The only thing different was this time we were going over our commitees for Brown, our topics, and how to write a Position Paper. I'm part of the Special Political and Decolonizaton Commitee and the country I'm representing is Bosnia. This is actually a good thing because smaller countries get to pretty much say whatever they want. In the paper I should put in lots of fluff but it all must be business. it's due next Thursday, and my topics are Palestinian Sovereignty, The Conflict over Kashmir, and the International Space Law.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes and moments from the meeting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a columbian and I know about rolling joints and all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will James do if Bush isn't re-elected?"- "Suicide"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hammer away on Iraq!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go digital piracy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My first topic is the future of Heidi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get to do prostitution!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chastity!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm sitting here at the comp doing really nothing when I'm supposed to be cleaning...yeah. Oh...right did I mention that I have today (Friday) off, and Monday?! And also on Wen. I get out at 11:30 cuz of some test we all need to take. Awesome. Better get back to work though. Love ya all...leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109725009563819621?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109725009563819621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109725009563819621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109725009563819621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109725009563819621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/lifes-not-so-bad-after-all.html' title='Life&apos;s not so bad after all! '/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109674657291519179</id><published>2004-10-02T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T15:49:32.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh...it's finally Saturday! Thank the Lord! Been having a stressful week at school that's for sure. There was a test in Chem. which I did poorly on, I am extremly confused in math, and oh yeah progress reports are comming out on Oct. 6th so that's bad too. Hopefully I can really fix this whole mess before my report card comes out. Untill then let's just say that desperate times call for desperate measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note last night Chrissie and I went out to a football game, yes, a FOOTBALL GAME! While there we met up with Michelle, CB, Tori, and Mab. We all also saw and ran into Britany Pinter, Mark B. (I really can't spell his last name!), and Shan. It was Clifton vs Kennedy, but don't ask me who won cause me and Chrissie left at 9 before the game ended.  Hold on I just got info from CB that Clifton won 32-24 or something of the sort.  In the 1st 6 min. of the game some guy was already injured so badly that he couldn't get up and so an ambulance had to be on the field. That was promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of this week has been hell for me and I just finished cleaning the whole house ::whew::. Julie mentioned something on the phone about getting DDR type game. I learned how to set up my voice mail, send my cam pics to the comp, and my internet on my cell needs to be canceled today. I've gotta go, my movie is waiting "Connie &amp;amp; Carla". Leave a message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109674657291519179?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109674657291519179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109674657291519179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109674657291519179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109674657291519179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/thank-you-saturday.html' title='Thank you Saturday!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109649093243316087</id><published>2004-09-29T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T16:48:52.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my life</title><content type='html'>Today I hate, hate, hate my life! I just want to curl into a space and cry a river. The guy I've fallen for isn't interested in me in&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; way&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;no one knows how I feel, and I'm being accused by the bus crew that I'm a snitch so they gave themselves permission to throw rock hard paper balls at me in the morning. I really just want to be alone now or have someone conforting to talk to. Comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109649093243316087?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109649093243316087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109649093243316087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109649093243316087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109649093243316087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-hate-my-life_29.html' title='I hate my life'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109624241044464625</id><published>2004-09-26T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:46:50.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Other Junk</title><content type='html'>Love, what a beautiful thing it is. Yesterday i'm proud to say that my grandparent's renewed their wedding vows after 40 years! Wow! The place was beautiful and I got some great pics on my cell of it if you wanna see. (trying to get them on the internet!) The ceremony was lovely, and it was just great when I yelled out the last amen at the end of the ceremony. :) Oh yes. The after party soon commensed and it all was interesting. I called tori and she heard the "Sto Lat" song and the speaches made from the cell. lol. Food wasn't bad, drank some champaine and a little wine, danced a bit, mom got her groove on more than usual, and that's about it. I wore to that occasion my long white dress, the one I wore for graduation and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durring the night I recieved a few comments from people if I had a boyfriend. I told them of course no. then they asking why i responded with I'm too picky. But really, I don't know why I don't have a boyfriend, should I? I mean lots of girls my age have had dozens and all and well, is there something wrong with me? Maybe I'm not the kind of conventional girl guys are expecting and that's probably why they don't ask me out. Am I not pretty enough? Am I not smart enough? Do I really need a guy? Will I ever find one or be just like Grace who is still single. Maybe I'm just hopeless. Another thing I don't understand is why I can give people great dating and romance advice, but I've never been on a date, never been kissed, or even had a romance myself. These questions ran through my mind for a portion of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up supper early because i had to go to 8am mass with my parents for conformation and all. I found out that I was in a group that I knew everyone in so that was great, even though we didn't have tori (wish she was in my group!). In my group I had:&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Amy&lt;br /&gt;Artistic Alice (me!)&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous Dan&lt;br /&gt;Religious Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Marching Mary&lt;br /&gt;Joy Joan&lt;br /&gt;Groovy Greg&lt;br /&gt;Jumping Jason&lt;br /&gt;Mischeivious Marc&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent Mark&lt;br /&gt;Victorious Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Great Gina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a blast and I really can't wait for the next meeting! I just hope that I can help out in lighting the candel and all next time. Later on then went to grandparent's house for some dinner cause they had a ton of leftovers and all so was there for a while. Came home, cleaned my closet and here I am! Leave some love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109624241044464625?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109624241044464625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109624241044464625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109624241044464625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109624241044464625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/love-other-junk.html' title='Love &amp; Other Junk'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109590133620974924</id><published>2004-09-22T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T21:03:36.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Let me start by telling you the past 2 days cuz those were interesting. Yesterday I really couldn't stop blushing for some reason (some of you know why!). In West Civ. we watched a video on prehistoric men and how they lived. let me tell you about it...bunch of naked people, can't understand they're language, naked pregnant women, scarred us all for the rest of our lives. Then there was religion where we talked about how using a condom is against the church and gays having sex. Then there was somewhere the part where I was supposed to go to Algebra again but i misplaced my sceduale at the moment so I instead went to English then I ran all the way to student services and got a new scheduale and a pass...k. Later on I made the mistake of going to the choir because they have it like practically every day, so I can't do it. Then I missed my bus and I had to wait till around 4:30 for my mother to pic me up. So that was stupid of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just as great. I was tackeled in gym. What happened is I came back from the bathroom and was heading toward the bleachers so that my team could be called and all to play cuz we were all rotating. The boys were up and what happened was imaging me just waling to the bleachers on the side then all of a sudden I'm on the fricken ground because some ass couldn't stop himself in time and tackeled me! I got out thankfully with only a minor bruse on the knee. Then I found out from a friend that in chem, on friday, a report is due which I didn't know what-so -ever about because of what happened last week and me missing the first 15 min of class cuz of a stupid locker. On my way to chem I met a stalker...that's great. He told me that he was staring at me the WHOLE time durring lunch yesterday. He even said that he remembered my name because Alice is the name of a person in a video game. He really creeped me out. In chem I sat on the broken chair and what happened is 15 min into the class or something I'm telling the teacher that my chair is broken. I stand up and decide to grab it to move it and I grab the top circle part and it comes off. SO I'm standing there with this top part of the chair. Thanks again to John for getting me that other one! At one point of the class Mr.V asked if there were any love birds in here and if any of the girls were attracted to the boys. So it was me who said after the lovebird comment..."I wish!" At the end of class I went and asked the teacher about the report because I had no prior knowledge of it what-so-ever. John got a bit mad at me cuz he explained it to me twice. Then he made a comment to the teacher that I wasn't there because I was getting my book and all. I told John that I'm hit him with the book. Then I got the info while the teacher was telling his mafia story and left for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the bus I had this great convo with tori. It was to me real funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Lol...what if i married john?&lt;br /&gt;tori: y would u!?&lt;br /&gt;tori: is he leading u on?!&lt;br /&gt;tori: cauz if he is just to have fun i'll be on him soooo fast lyk stink on a monkey he wont kno wut hit him!&lt;br /&gt;me: What do u mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;tori: what dont u understand!?&lt;br /&gt;me: He is not really making any moves tori. i will&lt;br /&gt;me: Lol&lt;br /&gt;tori: i kno but if he is leading u on just to be mean them me and chrissie can talk him down about how tall is he?&lt;br /&gt;me: Dont worry. i can handle myself. and he is a good guy&lt;br /&gt;tori: how tall!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?! for the record alice if u dont cooperate with us then we wont cooperate with u!!&lt;br /&gt;tori: do i have to bang the didgets!?&lt;br /&gt;me: Lil taller than me&lt;br /&gt;tori: ok&lt;br /&gt;tori: is he weak!? lyk can 2 girls take him down!?&lt;br /&gt;me: I dont kno&lt;br /&gt;tori: how do u not kno ok imagin! if me and chrissie came charging at him at the same time would he fall?&lt;br /&gt;me: Lol maybe&lt;br /&gt;tori: or would we be caused neck damage!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all fun...i just hope that John doesn't read this! lmao. g2g now...it's late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109590133620974924?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109590133620974924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109590133620974924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109590133620974924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109590133620974924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109553838627295905</id><published>2004-09-18T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:13:06.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell in love with a boy</title><content type='html'>Wow...I haven't really been posting much so let me tell you everything that I remember that's been up with me. School started and it's wild. It's challenging all my classes and fitting through the halls but so far I'm doing good. On the matter of friends I've really made a lot of em. Everyone is really cool and we all get along perfectly. My fav. teacher &amp; class so far has to be Mr. Berrios with Religon. It's wild. In one of our classes he proclaimed that Christine could be God and from now we come to "God" for our answers. lol. A giraffe would see God as a tree! lol. Oh my oh my...and how John comments and randomly talks back to Mr.V the chem teacher. lmao. if you don't know who John is he's the guy I'm after. Let me describe him: great smile, tall, super smart, Italian, awesomely funny, and dear lord he's just perfect! (the only thing is his voice which makes him sound gay, but he sooo isn't!) Also speaking of chem let me tell you what happened on thursday. It was the end of the day and my last subject was chem. I forgot the binder Chrissie lended me for the day cuz i knew the teacher would kill me and when I got to class I brought the wrong text book. SO I asked for permission to go get it. I went to my locker and let me put it in short terms...I couldn't open it, had to be opened with a crowbar, and all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yestrday was not so bad of a day. In the morning we had a parade but we all (entire school) just walked around like only one block and we were surounded by police. The most interesting parts must have been when I walked into a tree and a car and how I'm now known as a double A battery to him (inside joke). Later had some shortened classes. At the end of the day there was a pep really (our cheerleaders suck!), I bought Chrissie her guest ticket, and I stayed for the 1st meeting of Model UN. I can't wait till Thursday when we start to debtate on the presidential election! Then I headed to the baskin robins/donkin doughnuts by the school and got some ice cream while on the phone with Tori.  (southern accent!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night,me and Chrissie went all out with getting ready for the dance. When we finally got there a 1/2 hour late we were the most dressed up there. I also got the title as "Dead Funeral Director on Crack Barbie". We met some new people and all was good. Chrissie got on top of the stands and was "dancing". People soon started to copy her and one bitch said "You're not in a strip club you know." Most of the night was good though. Got to dance with some of the girls I met earlier on. Also I met Tom who is in a few of my classes. The only thing that really was sucked is they never played any of the songs we requested, so yeah and John never showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...I feel like I'm having a hangover now. I finished cleaning and I just wanna sit and rest. Comment me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109553838627295905?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109553838627295905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109553838627295905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109553838627295905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109553838627295905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/fell-in-love-with-boy.html' title='Fell in love with a boy'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109503323393187834</id><published>2004-09-13T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T19:53:53.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Chapters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="3" name="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: The lost Chapter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this chapter is called "The Lost Chapter" because I went and wrote the chapter as ?Back at Grimmauld?, then I lost it. So I wrote this quite pointless chapter at 10 at night, when I thought it would be quite funny. R&amp;R, Sil vous plait!This Fanfiction is rated PG 13 for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;Sexual References&lt;br /&gt;Drug Refrences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are sensitive to these topics, please refrain from reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD=Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;MM=McGonagall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP: Gasp! Tis the lost chapter!&lt;br /&gt;HG: Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;RW: Golly gee wiz!&lt;br /&gt;HP: The *cough*stupid*cough* author originally wrote this chapter, lost it, and is now writing it as to what you see now. But you already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;Author steps in&lt;br /&gt;Author: I'm Stupid?! I'm not the one who tried to open a letter to myself infront of the Dursleys! Author steps out&lt;br /&gt;RL: *poof* She's right, you know. *poof*&lt;br /&gt;HP: *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;HG: Hey, Harry, since this chapter is lost, and nobody is really reading it because we all know nobody finds us the least bit interesting, you know what we should do?&lt;br /&gt;HP: Shag? *is hopeful*&lt;br /&gt;RW: Can I help?&lt;br /&gt;HG: *darts evil look*&lt;br /&gt;RW: Errr...can I watch?&lt;br /&gt;HG: *ignores* No, Harry, not shag, but snog each others brains out!&lt;br /&gt;HP: *shrugs sadly* Fine! God...They snog madly as Ron watches, drooling&lt;br /&gt;RW: Thats so hot....LUNA!&lt;br /&gt;LL: Yes, Ronniekins?&lt;br /&gt;RW: Can you do that? *Points to Harry and Hermione*&lt;br /&gt;LL: Yea...&lt;br /&gt;RW: Kay. They also snog each other's brians out while Dumbledore randomly enters&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore: Wow...thats hot...MINERVA!&lt;br /&gt;McGonagall: Yes, my love? errr...I mean, yes, Headmaster?&lt;br /&gt;AD: Can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;MM: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;AD: KayThey also begin snogging each others brains out&lt;br /&gt;HP: Stops and stares at Dumbledore and McGonagall Ew...I am so turned off by that.&lt;br /&gt;RW: Stops snogging Luna and looks over to Dumbledore and McGonagall That is so hot&lt;br /&gt;HP/HG: *Give Ron weird looks*&lt;br /&gt;RW: That is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;RL: *poof* Alright, Dumbledore and Minerva, stop snogging? you're scaring the children.&lt;br /&gt;Tonks randomly pops up and looks at Lupin wantingly. They snog.&lt;br /&gt;HP: Wow...um...this isn't right. Dumbledore and McGonagall stop, Remus and Tonks Stop&lt;br /&gt;HP: Phew...&lt;br /&gt;RW: That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;HG: Um...&lt;br /&gt;HP: Yeaaahhhh...You can all go away now...Except you, Ron, and you, Hermione, and me. They all go away. Except Ron, Hermione, and Harry.&lt;br /&gt;RW: *Starts picking nose*&lt;br /&gt;LL: Pick a winner, Ronnie!&lt;br /&gt;RW: *Pulls out a booger, and shoves it into his mouth, then licks his finger* Mmm...Tastes like Jelly Beans.&lt;br /&gt;HG: EWWWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;RL: *poof* I think it?s time to end the chapter...now we?re just entering the let?s-pick-on-Ron-because-he-likes-to-pick-his-nose-in-his-spare-time-sick-humor stuff. And that?s not cool. Sooo...S?aretter! Sil vous plait?! Je-ne-parle-pas-francais! Je suis Angelterrish! SIL-VOUS-PLAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch 4: Off to the Warty Hog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Fanfiction is rated PG 13 for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;Sexual References&lt;br /&gt;Drug References&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are sensitive to these topics, please refrain from reading. Also this very poorly written...but I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MW=Molly Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP: Oh boy! It's time to go to Hogwarts!&lt;br /&gt;RW: Golly, Already?&lt;br /&gt;HG: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;HP: Hey, isn't it funny how the author'who stil remains nameless because its funny when people get annoyed and try to figure out exactly who the author is even though its on her profile...darn...I gave it away...she's a girl...tries to include us all in a conversation, then sometimes just leaves Ron completely out of it? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Weasley: Alright! Get into the car!They get into the car&lt;br /&gt;HP: What about our stuff?&lt;br /&gt;MW: Errol will bring it. With Percy.&lt;br /&gt;HP: Oh. They all disregard the fact that Percy hates them.&lt;br /&gt;GW: *is yelling* WAIT! *runs to car*&lt;br /&gt;LL: *is yelling* WAIT! *door shuts dramatically before she can get it*&lt;br /&gt;HP: *Mouths words* I tried! They drive away&lt;br /&gt;HG: *Poofs car to Hogwarts* Wow! We're at Hogwarts!&lt;br /&gt;RW: Wait? we're suppost to take the train to Hogwarts!&lt;br /&gt;HP: We know, but I'll tell you why we didn?t take the train. Everyone gathers round Harry for none other than...STORY TIME!&lt;br /&gt;HP: First I'm going to tell you what would have happened on the train.*clears throat, and chokes* I'm fine. Anyway. We would have got on the train, met a new person that nobody cares about, been confronted by Malfoy or something else completely pointless that always happens on the train anyway, stopped for someone so they could pee. Actually, the train would have broken down, and Ron would have went to pee in the bush outside, and then we would be here! Now, we didn't take the train because the author was too lazy to write out all that into dialouge, and she just came up with it now. It wasn't even on the rough draft!&lt;br /&gt;All: ooohhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Ron: TELL MORE!&lt;br /&gt;HP: no.&lt;br /&gt;Ron: please?&lt;br /&gt;HP: No.&lt;br /&gt;AD: Welcome to Hogwarts! At this point in time, an owl will land on Hermione?s head and poop. It will then drop the letter it was holding in the poop, covering it with bird droppings. The owl will then fly away.&lt;br /&gt;HG: A letter covered in bird poop!The owl flies away&lt;br /&gt;HG: More specifically, a letter from the Ministry of Magic covered in bird poop! Someone hits play on the CD player, even though electronics don't work in hogwarts, so that dramatic music plays&lt;br /&gt;RW: DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;HG: *reads* Dear Hermione, How are you? I'm fine. You used magic outside of school. We don't care you're the smartest witch in a century you're expelled because you're a snotty bookworm. Take care, Satilda Bagshaw&lt;br /&gt;HP: isn't it Bathilda, or Matilda?&lt;br /&gt;HG: Thats her sister.&lt;br /&gt;HP: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;HP: -gasp- I?M EXPELLED FROM HOGWARTS! Dumbledore rips her wand carefully placed in Hermione's hand, and snaps it.&lt;br /&gt;HG: You snapped my wand!&lt;br /&gt;AD: I snapped your wand!&lt;br /&gt;HP: YOU?LL PAY FOR THAT ONE, DUMBLEDORE! AVADA KEDAVRA! *kills Dumbledore*&lt;br /&gt;RW: I wonder what he's got in his pockets...*searches pockets* Alas! Our O.W.L.s! But we can?t get them right now because thats not for another few chapters! *puts them back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fin of Part 1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109503323393187834?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109503323393187834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109503323393187834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109503323393187834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109503323393187834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-chapters.html' title='More Chapters'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109501499355494146</id><published>2004-09-12T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:54:43.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11/04</title><content type='html'>Hey people's...yesterday was september the 11th...let me tell you about it. But before i start let me just give you a quick fill of what happened on friday. Friday I missed the bus on my 1st day of school. It was all crazy. People wanted me to buy an elevator pass...but i got to ride the elevator with a teacher. it's confusing. I'm the only freshman in my Spanish phase 5 class. I'm mostly with seniors and all. Computers was soo easy, all that I don't like is the place where I'm sitting and all. When it got to physics class I met and saw the cutest, hottest, and smartest guys eva! Hopefully I'll hang with em soon. After classes and all there was church where some people got in trouble and all...yeah. Then I almost missed the bus again...it's all cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was nice. Spent the morning not doing much...later on Chrissie came over and we hung out for a while. APPLE JUICE! lol. Then we headed to Karolina's and then went to quickcheck. Chrissie "threw" up" and some old lady yelled ay her so that was crazy. Then we took a few pics next to some huge Nintendo light-up sign. We on our way back found two rimms by the side of the road so we let Karolina have em. When we got back she started cleaning em and all. Reason that I didn't go home yet even though it was late was because my aunt from Penn came with her kids and not that i don't like her...i don't like keeping the kids entertained for hours! SO instead later on that night when we were gonna go see the 9/11 memorial and such i stopped by, make a quick hello, few hugs, grabbed my coat, and went back to the gang. When we got to the spot we all started singing and we made some vids and all. We all really put a new spin on the patriotic songs! :) At night I watched saw Paparazzi, Twisted, Starsky and Hutch. The first two are excellent movies and the comedy wasn't bad. Went to sleep real late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post is gonna have part 3...comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109501499355494146?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109501499355494146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109501499355494146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109501499355494146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109501499355494146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/91104.html' title='9/11/04'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109475658444887572</id><published>2004-09-09T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:05:48.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation...</title><content type='html'>Wow...yesterday was high school orientaion! I thought that I was gonna be late because there was some major trafic on route 3. but fortunatly I got there just in time. I in the morning met Christine Olsen, she's also a loner from her old school. After a few speaches the princial started to divide the students into their homerooms. Well... it was in last name alphabetical order so when they ended the 1st group I KNEW that they were then gonna start with my name for the next class. They started with me alright...but they prounounced my name as Alice Chick-cone! Worst part was this was in front of the whole freshman body. Great, perfect...the best way to start off at a new school. Afterwards my class went to our classroom/homeroom...which is a trailer! Then we took some class pics, then we all got our class sceduales. I saw that I had both Physical Science &amp;amp; Freshman Chemistry! This is amazing since I'm only supposed to be taking one! Another thing is people who take Chem. are to do a report and memorize a whole latta stuff...so this is gonna be interesting. My chem. class starts on tuesday so I have time to do it all , right now &lt;a href="http://www.qphs.org/download/chemproj.pdf"&gt;I'm doing what I need to&lt;/a&gt;. Later I went and got my books and along the way meeting fresh friendly faces. Worst part of the day must have been when they were taking my id pic. I had my fricken eyes closed and i'm looking the other way! OMG! This soo sucks cuz I looked horrible in it and I have to wear the id to school EVERY day! AGH! The yearbook pic maybe came out better ::hopes:: . I got my locker, 786, and I spotted a few cute freshmen so I think I'll at one point introduce myself. I can't wait to start school and exchange my gym uniform because i got the wrong sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 2nd chapter of my pointless Harry Potter story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="2" name="2"&gt;Chapter 2 - &lt;/a&gt;Voldemort's Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LV=Voldemort&lt;br /&gt;WT=Wormtail&lt;br /&gt;LM=Lucius--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LV: Wormtail, Your Lord Voldemort...&lt;br /&gt;WT: *twitch*&lt;br /&gt;LV: WHY DO YOU TWITCH WHEN YOU HEAR MY NAME?!&lt;br /&gt;WT: *twitch*&lt;br /&gt;VD: ANWSER ME! *raises wand*&lt;br /&gt;WT: *twitch* No, it?s just, *twitch* I'm having a spasm. *twitch*&lt;br /&gt;VD: Oh...*lowers wand feebily*&lt;br /&gt;WT: *smiles feebily* *twitch*&lt;br /&gt;VD: Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;WT: *hiccup*&lt;br /&gt;VD: *dirty look* Anyways, We must develop a very...nasty...plan! MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;WT: *hiccuptwitch* What sort of plan, m'lord?&lt;br /&gt;VD: Well, first, you will meet a man, then I will kill Harry Potter once and for all, then I will take over the world and expose the muggle world to the wizarding world! MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;WT: Um, M'lord?&lt;br /&gt;VD: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;WT: We already know Muggles exsist.&lt;br /&gt;VD: Drat.&lt;br /&gt;WT: *is sitting in corner, playing with Barbie in Swan Lake barbie dolls* *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;VD: WORMTAIL!&lt;br /&gt;WT: *twitch* Yes, m'lord?&lt;br /&gt;VD: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!&lt;br /&gt;WT: ummm....Nothing...*shoves Barbies behind him*&lt;br /&gt;VD: Um...Alright, then. *looks into camera* Close up, please. *camera closes up to his face, so that when he breathes you can see his breath fogging up the camera. He begins to run*&lt;br /&gt;I need a new henchman. Naigini, Eat Wormtail!&lt;br /&gt;Naigini: *eats him*&lt;br /&gt;VD: MALFOY! GET IN HERE! *stops running*&lt;br /&gt;LM: Be there in a sec! *five min later*&lt;br /&gt;VD: MALFOY!&lt;br /&gt;LM: Cooommmmiiiinnnnnnngggggggg...*runs in, breathing heavily*&lt;br /&gt;VD: Where were you? You wasted five minuites of my precious life. I could have been manically twiddling my thumbs, but noooo, you had to say you were coming and leave me just sitting here, doing nothing! NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;LM: Sorry...I, I, I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;VD: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;LM: Oh, Voldie, I?ve something to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;VD: Don't call me Voldie. I'm NOT A bunny rabbit. Voldie is much too cute of a name, according to JKR! So, it's VOLDEMORT, or I'll tell JKR!&lt;br /&gt;LM: Whatever...*puts bunny ears on him and gives him a carrot* Alright, Voldie, I'm quitting. VD: WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;LM: It seems as though we've drifted...our relationship isn't what it used to be, so I've decided to join all those death eaters that quit because they weren't like the others. Voldie, I'm joining GAY DEATH! *rips off cloak to show a shirt with a large rainbow sporting the words "Gay Pride"* And I'd like to thank all the slashers out there who helped me come out with all their beautiful illustrations!&lt;br /&gt;VD: *is speechless*&lt;br /&gt;LM: *bows and walks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109475658444887572?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109475658444887572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109475658444887572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109475658444887572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109475658444887572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/continuation.html' title='Continuation...'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109460082019193894</id><published>2004-09-07T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T19:47:00.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PARODY</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter and the...erm..A Harry Potter Parody&lt;br /&gt;--Alright, before I begin, I've a few things to say: Nitwit! Oddment! Blubber! Tweak!&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't it. Lol. Anyways, This Fanfiction is rated PG 13 for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;Sexual References&lt;br /&gt;Drug References.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are sensitive to these topics, please refrain from reading. that is not all. So, for now, I'm only going to post the first chapter to see how you all like it. If I get positiveness, I'll post more. Note: I don't really work hard on this...I just fumble around at my computer desk just writing some silly randomness. This is not like the Love Letter...this is soo much different. It's very pointless, but I find it humorus...please comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just incase some people get confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP=Harry; RW=Ron, HG=Hermione, CF=Fudge, LL=Luna, RL=Lupin (yes, he's in here!); SB=Sirius; and VD=Uncle Vernon. That -is- all --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is sitting in Grimmauld Place, next to Hermione, Sighing simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;HG/RW: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;HG: I wish Harry was here.&lt;br /&gt;RW: Me too. *sighs longingly as he looks over and notices Luna, who is holding her wand and flicking it around*&lt;br /&gt;LL: ADAVA KEVADA! BAM! DIE, VOLDEMORT, YOU SCUM!&lt;br /&gt;Fake Voldemort: Nooo...I musn't! Luna, I am your father! *shoots off her finger*&lt;br /&gt;LL: Nooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Fake Voldemort: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;LL: Nooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Fake Voldemort: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;LL: Nooooooooooooo!Fake Voldemort dissappears as Luna suddenly becomes sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at the Dursleys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP: Bye Uncle Vernon! I?ve waited long enough for my moron friend to write me or some random group of people to come and pick me uuuupppp! So I?m going to leave on my Firebolt! *Looks around* Nevermind! It?s still at Hogwarts! So I?m leaving on the back of my trusty owl, Hedwig!&lt;br /&gt;VD: What?s a Firebolt?!&lt;br /&gt;HP: It's a broomstick, silly!&lt;br /&gt;VD: Whats a broomst?Ooooohhh!&lt;br /&gt;HP: Silly pervert, broomsticks are for Hermione,I mean, broomsticks are for Wizards!&lt;br /&gt;VD: *Completely oblivious*Harry jumps on Hedwig's back and flys out the window&lt;br /&gt;HP: Gee, Hedwig, Buncle?I mean, Uncle Vernon sure is fruity, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Hedwig: *screech*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at the Department of Mysteries, Which was randomly inserted for no other reason that to annoy people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corneilius Fudge: *pokes veil* There's nothing dangerous about this?It's just a stupid cloth! That mass murdurer who I know isnt a mass murdurer but say he is just because I'm Minister of Magic and better than everyone else here isn't dead! He's just on?&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Sirius Black: FUDGE! Your stupid veil killed me! Killed me!!!!! *ghostly moaning*&lt;br /&gt;CF: But...But...But...YOU'RE NOT DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;SB: Sure I am! Even though the author would gladly agree with you, I have no feet. I have ghost feet that are barely there. See, they kinda dissappear at the bottom. I have no toes. Anymore. CF: Oooooohhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Grimmauld Place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP: *bursts through door* HOOOONNNNNNEEEEEYYYYY! I?M HOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Kreacher: *Runs up to Harry and Hugs him* I love you, Sir Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;HP: Ew! Get off me you fruit! *kicks him off* Stupid elf.&lt;br /&gt;Kreacher: *is crying* The master hateses us! Hateses us! *staggers off*&lt;br /&gt;RW: Thank GOODNESS! Oh, I was so worried you wouldn?t come! I need to ask you something!&lt;br /&gt;HP: What is it, dear Ronnie-kins?&lt;br /&gt;RW: I need some money for this super hot encyclopedia set! Only $29.99, but we're in England, so it's that many pounds! However many it is if you translate it, I mean! OR EUROS!&lt;br /&gt;HP: Don't we use galleons?&lt;br /&gt;RW: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;HP: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;HP: This is a victim of Identity Theft.&lt;br /&gt;HG: Hola, Amigo!&lt;br /&gt;HP: HOLA!&lt;br /&gt;HG: Um...Harry?&lt;br /&gt;HP: What?&lt;br /&gt;HG: I've something to tell you. *looks back*&lt;br /&gt;HP: You love me?&lt;br /&gt;HG: Not yet,That comes later. First we have to have a fight then start missing each other then make out. Er...up. Make up.&lt;br /&gt;HP: Why?&lt;br /&gt;HG: Because that?s how they all go. Or you could just strip for Ginny's bachelorette party when you're 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author enters: Um...yea, that was from a fanfic that I read on portkey.com It was called if you believe or something. Just in case you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;HG: *Walks away*&lt;br /&gt;LL: *Pokes Ron*&lt;br /&gt;RW: OW!&lt;br /&gt;LL: HA HA HA HA! *falls down laughing* THAT WAS FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;HP/HG: *exchange confused glances*&lt;br /&gt;Lupin: *poof* Look *poof* I'm magic *poof* magic*poof* Well....I made my completely random appearance.&lt;br /&gt;HP/HG: *exchange confused glances*&lt;br /&gt;RL: Oh, and Harry, You're still in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;HP: I know.&lt;br /&gt;RW: Gee, Wiz, that sure was random!&lt;br /&gt;HP: *steps out of doorway*&lt;br /&gt;LL: *runs into kitchen madly, arms waving* MRS WEASLEY! I?M HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;HP/RW/HG: *exchange confused glances*&lt;br /&gt;RW: I think it's the Hogwarts food.&lt;br /&gt;HP: Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie...&lt;br /&gt;RL: *poof* Harry, you know you?re not suppost to recite lines from Romeo and Juliet, even though thats what the author is doing right now instead of writing about us!&lt;br /&gt;HP: *Tear* Sorry, Remmy-chan!&lt;br /&gt;RL: *poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109460082019193894?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109460082019193894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109460082019193894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109460082019193894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109460082019193894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-parody.html' title='MY PARODY'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109451909521275783</id><published>2004-09-06T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T21:08:24.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm calling it a day! </title><content type='html'>Agh...you have no idea how my life is. Let me restart from yersterday. Happy birthday Julie, it was her 10th b-day. In the morning me and my sister did a few chores then headed off to the movies to see Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement. The movie was good, but like usual the first is always the best. In the second it's a little more mature because here Mia's dealing with much more than in the first (like being engaged to one guy and falling in love at the same time to the guy who's trying to steal the crown from her). After the movies, the fam and I went to Red Lobster to have and early dinner. I think my dad can summon up how I eat when I'm really full and I can't but I should: "...it looks like she's about to give birth!" lol. Afterwards, we came home and some relatives came and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting though. In the morning I woke up with Julie and we started doing some chores and getting ready to head off to the mall with Chrissie. me and Julie made and aggreement where she can choose her own gift at the mall and I buy it for her. Once we were all dropped off we went to the pet place, then Spencers where Chrissie bought some ADD pills. Afterwards, we headed to Hot Topic and there we spent some time. Julie picked out some earings and so did I so I bought it for us. Upon leaving we saw Foamy T-shirts, but the thing is we're all gonna wait till they're on sale so we can get em. We all stopped by a few other stores like Clairs where I got Julie the rubber bracelets, Sephora where we all became "lickable", and Macys where we all made some purchases including me and Chrissie getting matching shirts! So to sum it all up we had an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home we were all starved so we went home to eat dinner. After dinner, Chissie Karolina, Julie, and I headed to Chrissie's place for a short while then went off to Quickcheck. While going to Quickcheck Julie and I wanted to stop at Beata's to get our Nintendo game back. When we got there Beata came out when we rang the doorbell. Then Julie told Beata how she wanted the game back (she had it for almost 3 fricken months!). Beata, being the scum she is, she said "I'm leaving now." I really didn't care if she was leaving or not (i knew she was lying anyhows!), how long does it take to go to your room pick up the game come back to the door and return it? Not very long! I got really pissed at her and all so i yelled out "BEATA YOUR A F*CK** AS*H**E!" It was loud enough to have her mom hear it, yay. We all continued onto Quickcheck, then when we were walking back I saw Beata in her yard. (SHE DIDN"T LEAVE! AGH!) We all got mad but Julie said "Beata, give me back my game now, please!" She being the person she is walked into the house ignoring us. Julie even threathed to tell B's mom :)! What happened next is interesting. Beata's mom came out the side door and wanted to speak with me. She (her mom) returned the game (thank you very much!) and then started to scold me on how I should act more like a lady and how wrong it was for me to curse and all. She went on to say that she was going to call my parents and explain to them the situation (like she knows what really happened!). She went on to say some bs on how it may be my &lt;em&gt;gang&lt;/em&gt; that's influencing me. (...riiight) Then she said that she was also going to call Chrissie's mom. (wtf?! Chrissie never did or said anything!) So I told her that, not in those words, but that Chrissie was never involved in it. What really pissed me off next is how she said that I was &lt;em&gt;harrasing&lt;/em&gt; her daughter online! Here is the the place where you should be saying WTF because I blocked Beata a looong time ago, even when we were friends I blocked her! So my best bet is that she went onto word or such and forged the documents (all you really need to know is my sn, how to bold words, and how to color them!). I apologized softly to beata and said "sorry", ...under my breath I added "that you are stupid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When leaving the house I rejoined my crew and I decided to call my dad and explain my side of the situation to him. he told me not to worry and all. The thing that suprised me is how after that my friends started congratulating me on how I stood up and did it. (at least she now knows what she is!) My and my parents final verdict is: I overreacted, I from now on should watch my temper and words, and they believe me. (I mean if I told beata's mom how she acted she wouldn't believe me, who wants to hear how they're own child acted from someone else that they don't believe...right?) . Now it's gonna get interesting when Beata's mom calls and speaks to my mom! My parents forgive me...but this is gonna be very different on how Beata's mom is gonna be scolding me on what I did over the phone to my mom and how I acted when my mom believe's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you see...I can really call it a day now. Before I go I really want you to check out &lt;a href="http://www.potterpuppetpals.com"&gt;Potter Puppet Pals&lt;/a&gt; ! It's soo awesome! BOTHER! lol. 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'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109434442320080759</id><published>2004-09-04T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T20:33:43.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CELL! </title><content type='html'>Let me start with...OMG OMG OMG! Today was an interesting day. First there was a few parental issues that needed to be sort out with some fighting...but that got over after a while. The most important thing is I GOT A CELL! I'm just soo happy, I've waited soo long for one and finally I got one! &lt;a href="http://www.phonescoop.com/phones/phone.php?p=519"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;. I just love it. There actually there are a few things like the talk time which are different and all (i get 7 hrs talk time) but it's pretty much all good. Another thing thats great is that I get text-messaging, picture sending, and online (with AIM) for free for a month so that's awesome. It was soo worth the wait. (we had to wait 3 hrs to do all the papers and all today for the cells) I'm off now! Love ya all! Tomorrow's Julie's 10th birthday! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109434442320080759?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109434442320080759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109434442320080759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109434442320080759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109434442320080759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/cell.html' title='CELL! '/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109383514324626665</id><published>2004-08-29T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T23:05:43.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky day!</title><content type='html'>Wow I had an interesting day. Let's see...I woke up late in the morning and watched Head of State. Then at around 11am i had breakfast. Went soon afterwards shopping for a cell with Dad and Julie, unfortunatly not getting anything. When I returned home I dove into the pool later accompenied by Karolina and Chrissie. At around 5:15 we all left for the stores like Drug Fair and Sally's having Shannon with us. We stopped by Bruno's because Julie and I were starved because our dinner was halibut and it was super dry so we really didn't eat much. Chrissie showed me the hair dye she wanted to use (dark red) on her hair. Most of our randomness took place at the Dollar Tree where Chrissie bought Zebra Cakes, I asked the clerk about the "buns" and all (lol),  we took pics with zebra cakes, puppets,  animal masks, and geffory (my puppet friend). Later Shannon and karolina went with me to radio shack and also we just roamed untill we found the rest of our group. We later went home and then came back outside in a jiff. We all hung at Shannon's were I started rapping, we met John Niedziaglet (misspelled). Yep...i was hanging with my friends when i saw him on a bike with his friend. I didn't atomatically recoginize him...but that didn't stop me fom chasing his bike in the begining and yelling "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!" They rode a few times more and my friend shan said he was cute. Then i saw him and his friend stop and Chrissie and I passes em and then i suddenly recognized him. He kindof looked gheto-ish if you know what i mean. After I told him who I was I remember his exact words "Oh shit" ...yep.   Then Chrissie threw her shoe over the street and it went into a bush. Oh and did I mention how Shan and I started singing and dancing "my niggas dont dance they just pull up their paints and do the rockaway, lean back, lean back, lean back" lmao. That's all! Leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109383514324626665?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109383514324626665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109383514324626665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109383514324626665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109383514324626665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/funky-day.html' title='Funky day!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109373979773410051</id><published>2004-08-28T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T20:36:37.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting...</title><content type='html'>Wow...It sure has been a hectic week and all. From the last time I updated most of the time I would hang with Chrissie and do absolutly nothing. (not all the time nothing!) Some highlights were that one time we ran into Ashley, we made some &lt;a href="http://memegen.net/searchusername.pl?string=ala251"&gt;Memegen quizes&lt;/a&gt;, and I updated my site. On did I mention that yesterday I went to Six Flags Great Adventures? Well I did, with Julie and Dad. When we got there we were quite excited, I mean I haven't been there since I was 4 and for Julie this was her 1st time. We all had a great time even though the temperature was extremly hot and humid. We went on most of the rides except Nitro, Superman (I know, i wish i could have went!), Medusa,  one which it tosses you up in the air and makes you think your gonna crash into the ground (it's awesome). The only thing I didn't enjoy was the fact that on some of the rides like the rollercoasters you had to wait a while, and sometmies a looong while. Somehow I would find someway to entertainmyself. For example when we were waiting in line for a certain water ride I noticed a couple that resembled the couple in Napolian Dynamite! (You know, Lafonda &amp; Napolien's brother?) And they had the gangsta outfits and all. lmao. On our way to Nitro I saw the cutest guy eva...but the thing was he looked exactly like Danial Radcliffe! (wierded me out) I soo wanted to go up and chat with him but well...I was with my dad and sister so I really couldn't go up to him and give him my number or chat...so that sucks! AGH! Why do I see all the cute guys when I have my parents around me! ::pulls hair out::While my sister and I were waiting to go on the Batman rollercoaster ride I noticed a man smoking. Well, your not allowed to smoke in the park apart from that it really stunk and all. So I asked politely "Sir, can you please stop smoking. it is not permited in the park." WELL, after a while he was STILL smoking so I went Foamy on him. This is exactly what I said. " OMG! I'm not the one to curse and all, but what the fuck are you doing? Are you some sort of moron or do you have a hearing problem. I told you no smoking?! Can you get that through your biscotii sized brain? What part of no smoking do you not understand? It's plastered practically everywhere, on the fricken map, and on the entrance. And now I'm telling you. If I tell you to stop smoking I want you to go "YES, SIR". If I tell you to take a gun out and put it up to your head and pull the fucken trigger I want you to go "YES, SIR". Do you not care about the masses of people here, or the enviornment?! It's assholes like you that make me sick. STOP THE SMOKING PROPOGANDA!" It was amazing that everyone went quiet just to hear my speach and I was able to get the guy and all the other people to stop smoking. Yes, it was great and all. Later on me and Julie got soaked on this one ride and then I screamed the hell out on another call Stuntman or something of the sort. Went home at around 8ish and got home at 10pm. Feet hurt from shoes...it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up screaming at around 4 in the morning. What happened was I was having a nightmare and an evil clone  (wierd) had a knife and then for some unexplained reason they wanted to kill me and then they threw the knife. I died and I woke up screaming in cold sweat. Today I mostly ro9de around with mother doing erands and all. Later on I went swimming while it was a thunderstorm, then cleaned and now i'm here. Sometime I'm supposed to go get a cell and most likely I'm gonna get a plan from AT&amp;T. I'm out. Forgot to mention that the day before I put &lt;a href="http://www.emerald-eyez.tk"&gt;my site&lt;/a&gt; up with a new layout so remember to visit that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109373979773410051?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109373979773410051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109373979773410051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109373979773410051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109373979773410051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/exciting.html' title='Exciting...'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109310632274606026</id><published>2004-08-21T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T12:38:42.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>I think I'll start off with saying that throwing a party is no easy matter. I think I'm more of a party gower than a thrower.  Let me start from the day before, August 19th. Julie was having her birthday party in the summer (even though her birthday is on the 5th). I helped her clean the house and all and everything seemed set for the party. The guests started comming over and we all soon jumped into the pool and afterwards ate a bit of pizza. Her best friend Jennette, is actually a distant cousin of ours which we found out the day before! I was a bit jelous of them because ever since I met Chrissy I've been trying to find out some way in which we are related. lol.  After we cut the cake we started sucking on some Helium. There were no more regular balloons left so I decided to take one of the big plastic one's to suck on. The last thing I remember was having my face into the balloon while sucking on it and then I wake up and I'm on the ground by the trash can wiping some drool off.  What happened is I passed out from too much helium and I fell to the floor! Thank goodness Julie got it on tape for me to see. Then me and Chrissie left the munchkins alone and went to watch Farenheit 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I had to get ready for my own fiesta. I got up eary in the morning and cleaned like the wind most of the day! And hour before the party started Chrissie came over and we finished watching our movie. Then at 6pm the guests started ariving. The people who showed were Chrissie, CB, Tori, Joan, Mab, Julie, and Gina. I was a bit pissed because none of the guys showed up and at one point Meg came with a few friends (who weren't really invited) and a stranger named Tony (actually he was nice and also he told me that his mom was spazzing because he was over a stranger's house.) ! It wasn't really the stranger or the people barging in that bothered me (I mean I had enougth food) , it was the fact that my father didn't like a certain someone and so he almost threw them out! God...that would have been something.  But all went really well except for all the food that was left over. After a while we all had an awesome time in the pool and partied like there was no tomorow. I mean it's too bad that some of my friends weren't able to make it like Amy who was at the Philipines, and Cienna who's grandmother died (God bless her family). next time I throw a party I'm only gonna invite my crew and that's all because it seems that the people who I thought would show didn't even tell me. I got some amazing fotage on my camera and I hope I can do something likle this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off because I'm doing actually doing nothing just making some layouts for my site and surfing the web. Hope something interesting happens today and Tori keeps writing her story! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109310632274606026?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109310632274606026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109310632274606026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109310632274606026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109310632274606026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109269168828106453</id><published>2004-08-16T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:28:08.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is</title><content type='html'>The week was boring, the week was cool. Sometimes I went haywire with Chrissie and friends and acted old school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thursaday~Hung out with a few friends and all. Found out that the scanner now works! YAY! Went to Quickcheck with Chrissy and showed some pics. Everything seems normal. Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Friday~Was a moderate day. Most of the day was actually quite dull. I endulged the day completing some work and all. Later on I decided to put on come curlers (for a few hours) and then go to Tori's rendevouz. There I hung out with the whole gang. The activities that occured there were DDR, pool, and chilling. This also included some unexpected visits from Tori's brother and his friend setting up they're own shore including some Christmas decors. I had a good time. There I also showed some friends my pics from camp (Danny!), at pizza, and I even got a chance myself to play some pool. ^^ (But mostly it was all about hangning with the crew!) I can say that Tori really really threw a swinging bash that evening. Later on upon arrival home I sat down and decided to ease out with watching the grand opening ceremony of the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saturday~In the morning let's just say I was ready to die. I had to clean my whole room from top to bottom (and it was a mess!). It doesn't appear to be a mess on the outside but when you go into my drawers, closet, and all ...well...I had a ton of work to complete! I was finally practically finished by 1:30 when all of a sudden Julie calls me and says there's someone on the telephone for me. I pick up the phone and theres Chrissie saying "I hope that right now your getting ready to the movies because we're gonna go soon!" I practically drop the phone and gasp. I knew that the movies were a yes or no matter and I didn't think we would be going! So in the next 20 min I managed to do the following: get my parent's approval to go, shave my legs, clean my room, get changed, rush to Chrissie's.  In that order! It was a hot day so I wore a plaid skirt, black tank, and a cuff. I managed to get to Chrissie on time. I helped her get ready and then Michelle came. We all left and headed off to the movies. We ended up viewing Napolian Dynamite (I personally think it was great). Before anyone else came in to view the movie we ran around and Chrissie ran into the screen wall! lmao. At the end of the movie we started screaming out the credits and then some other teen guys joined us in and everyone laughed at me when I said the copyright extremly fast. lol. We were able to view the extra scene at the end and that was cool. We all can aggree that "the skit" was hillarious! I never laughed so hard since who knows when! ^^ Later on we headed towards Barnes and Nobel where we ran into Chrissie's Mom (we tried to get in contact with her but the cells started flipping out on us and Chrissie was to stubborn to use the payphone!) We did the usual and raided the place. Then at the end got some gelatos and went to Chrissie's house. We introduced Michelle to Foamy and watched some old never before seen episodes. Most of the time we chatted and it was cool. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sunday~ Mom told me to take the 2 wraped aluminum tray out to father. Father said to put them on the grill. Later on I get yelled at because the Steaks were in one tray so they got a bit boiled! The incident was blamed on me. :-( The steaks tasted ehh and then later on I watched Olympic swimming and gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now nothing of intrigued has really stuck me. I'm possibly going to die of bordem at the keyboard. At the same time I'm quite tired and feel as though as I'm about to collapse. Somehow I'm craving chocolate...milk chocolate. But the worst part is this...we don't have any in this household! *gasp* Got a new layout for the blog. May change it as soon as school starts or will keep it a lil longer than that. This entry will self-destruct 10 sec. after you finish reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109269168828106453?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109269168828106453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109269168828106453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109269168828106453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109269168828106453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109216741426881331</id><published>2004-08-10T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:53:17.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AGH! This is actually the 2nd fricken time I'm writing this entry because the fricken computer spazzed! Lat me try to re-tell all that I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday from were I left off...I went to work. There it was well...work. Not much fun and all ya know. Later on durring a break I decided to go get my eyebrows waxed because I hadn't in a while. After that duty was done she asked me if I also wanted my upper lip for no extra charge done because i was told that I had a bit there. I jumped at the oppertunity, bad idea. What happened was I experianced extreme pain which I was even taken to the limits to scream "YOUCH!"I don't recomend doing this unless you really need it waxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was normal. Rode around with mom most of the morning doing erands and all. Later on I headed off the my uncle's Grand House Opening. They just made it official and all so that's why I had to go. I actually had plans to head off to the mall with a few friends but because of this factor I was unable to attend. The only things that kept me alive there was that I saw Dodgeball (super funny) and that I got to use my Uncle's laptop. Durring the night my father, sister, and I decided to watch the terminal. I became quite interested in the movie then I had to put in the 2nd disc to keep watching it. Unfortunatly the disc in a way "broke" and I was unable to finish watching it. :-( SO instead I went upstairs watched some SNL and hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had a day filled with an immense ammount of chores so that sucked. It wasn't until after dinner when I got o hang with Chrissy, Shan, and Karolina. I still laugh soo hard at what would happen. Can't believe how we started posing for Chrissie's cell's camera. lmao. You silly silly girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Was bored most of the day untill waaay later. But I did make a snazzy new layout for my site &amp; I also got a letter from Kate! YAY! In it I did get some pics from camp including some of Dan! ^_^  Later on Shan and Chrissie came to the porch and we chatted while Shan started to bang! lmao. WHOOPIE CUSHION! lol. You crazy girls better take me next time! We then went to Chrissie's and at one point we decided to play dress up and then take some camera pics on Chrissie's phone. lmao. While taking the pics we would pose like models and all, it was awesome! (My pic actually made me look sexy ^_^!) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored...today I bet nothing's gonna happen. Love ya all...leave a tag in the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109216741426881331?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109216741426881331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109216741426881331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109216741426881331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109216741426881331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/agh-this-is-actually-2nd-fricken-time.html' title=''/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-10918143906830617</id><published>2004-08-06T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T13:46:30.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>New layout. Have no time to type. Going to work. Don't like Britney...why did I choose this layout then? One word: Flash. The song playin is "Outragous". Got to run...l8ter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-10918143906830617?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/10918143906830617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=10918143906830617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/10918143906830617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/10918143906830617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109173211440745998</id><published>2004-08-05T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T16:30:48.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much...</title><content type='html'>Nothing happened today but I still want to update. I found &lt;a href="http://play.rbn.com/?url=bvig/disney/g2demand/disneyrecords/stuckinthesuburbs/stuck-04.rm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; song and I love it. It's called "Over it" by Anneliese van der Pol. I don't care what anyone says I'm gonna &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0002IQAFY/102-0841499-2834539?v=glance"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the cd. The cd is the soundtrack from "Stuck in the Suburbs". (Yeah I know, Disney has gotten to me.) Nothing much is new apart from the fact that I'm trying to update my story but my deliema is that Geocities won't start for me so that super sucks as you can say. I'm out and I'm gonna see what happens for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109173211440745998?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109173211440745998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109173211440745998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109173211440745998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109173211440745998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much...'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109166698274577638</id><published>2004-08-04T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:49:42.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring/Interesting</title><content type='html'>Alright lets recap on my summmer. Graduated 8th grade, went to camp where I met some totally new and awesome friends and a spectacular guy, went to wildwoods where I got some r&amp;r, and spent most of my summer working on &lt;a href="http://www.emerald-eyez.tk"&gt;my silly little website &lt;/a&gt;as usual with the occasional hangin with buds. My summer has been boring yet interesting at the same time. I wonder how I'm gonna move on to High School right after its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I beat Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets on the comp! YAY for me! Got a report that some links didn't work today so I fixed em. Hopefully now they work. I can't help trying to find the right sound for my journal so I keep switching songs. I mean at on point I had that everGirl song playing here! I mean DUDE! lol. I found some &lt;a href="http://www.karikimmel.com/"&gt;Kari Kimmel &lt;/a&gt;and I think you'll like her.  Currently I'm listening to Victoria Beckham's "Let Your Head Go". You might remember her as Posh Spice from the spice girls, yeah thats me for you, listening to the past! It seems like just yesterday when we were all scoping out the new Spice CD while sucking on our spice lolipops.  Those were the 90's. x_x! I got some updates into my site and was able to post a few graphics that I made and put some new and updated stuff in. I mean when was the last time you guys checked out Foamy! If not today then shame on you! (I have him in the Clips section of my site if you want to catch up on your Foamy).  Today right outside my house there was a car accident. There was beeping, then screecing, then a LOUD crash! What happened was Eva's (my mom's cousin)  husband's car got in a fender bender with some other people. Sucks a bit ya'know.  Went to the dentist not to long afterwards but not before chatting with Chrissie on the phone while getting the phone stuck in my hair with some curlers and having Chrissie constently burn her self with the straitening iron! lmao! I have perfectly clean teeth as told by the dentist so I should just continue my routine and all. Had pizza an hour afterwards (God I was starved!) and somehow I was able to scarf down a major 3 slices! (Yep, I was real hungry!) Was watching 7th heaven with Julie (she's right, the show is addicting). Now am updating the journal. Better get going now before I get in trouble major. Comment me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109166698274577638?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109166698274577638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109166698274577638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109166698274577638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109166698274577638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/boringinteresting.html' title='Boring/Interesting'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109147892282475636</id><published>2004-07-31T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:35:22.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildwoods</title><content type='html'>Just spent the week in southern NJ, Wildwoods. The fun really must have started when we were just on our way there because while driving a squirrel came out of nowhere and almost ran under our tire, but instead she changed her mind and decided to live. lol. I had a blast with my father and sis. Mom wasn't able to come because of the Deli and all. We had a quaint room in the Pink Champaine Motel (which I swear we had before when we went with Ann). Let me give you an overview of each night and day(mostly night). *Saturday ~morning bike ride on boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;~went to the 1st pier *Sunday ~went to 2nd pier *Monday ~morning bike ride on boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;~stayed at the room and watched Crimes of Fashion with dad and sis *Tuesday ~ went to the beach in the morning&lt;br /&gt;~went to the 3rd pier*Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;~morning bike ride on boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;~went to Cape May&lt;br /&gt;*Thursday&lt;br /&gt;~went to beach in the morning&lt;br /&gt;~saw Bourne Supremacy at night&lt;br /&gt;*Friday&lt;br /&gt;~went to waterpark in the morning and left&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know at each of the piers has rides and all. Each one has roller coster(s)which let me just say that they all blow my mind. My fave is the Nor'Eastern which is huge, pink, and your speeding through the air being flipped upside down, sideways, and all over. At the end I bought a pic of me and Julie on the ride, let me just say it's the best picture that I've ever taken. lmao. (if my scanner was working it would be up here! danm scanner) Julie kept most of the time trying to run into the tramcars as they would come along (Watch the Tramcar Please!) That's why we've given her the new nickname "Squirrel" in Polish. heehee. Visiting Cape May was interesting. When we got there we were welcomed with beautiful weather, this allowed us to walk through the center and drift among the many shops. We decided to eat so we went inside "The Ugly Mut" (soo cold) and had a meal. When we came back out we were greated with pouring rain filling the streets so that rivers flowed among us! The thing was we still needed to get our pretzels. You see, every time we go to Cape May (which is once every year) we visit our favorite pretzel shop to get some homeade prezels. yum. We all ended up getting nice warm pretzels after entering a freezing cold building right after we were soaked from head to toe. Another time we saw the Bourne Supremacy, I recomend this to anyone who loved the Bourne Identidy. I loved the sequel and I think that it was nailed to perfection. Any persons who wants an action packed time with el amigos then go see it. Most of the days you would catch me chilling out by the pool, reading my new art books (and summer reading), and even just kicken it back and watching the boob-tube. On the days which I went to the beach it was really just laid back in the heat so I would sometimes be hitting up some waves in the ocean while scoping out the lifegard that looks exactly like Orlando Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday dad, Julie, and I went to the waterpark we always go to. We came early so we were able to purchase our tickets 1st. The best part was there was practically no one there so we were free to go on all the rides without having to wait in lines. As the day proceded people came in like flocks of sea guls. At around 12 there were so many crowds there the lines for the rides extended until the begining of the stairs. We anyhows left around 1:30 so it was no biggie. But I will miss the feeling of having the large pool there being the same temp as a jaccuzzie. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened with me today. Doing the laundry most of the day and all.  Got to watch "I, Robot" while chilling. It's a great movie. If you like either suspence, murder, robots, will smith, or a mystery then go see it. It's awesome. I'm out. Comment me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109147892282475636?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109147892282475636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109147892282475636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109147892282475636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109147892282475636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/wildwoods.html' title='Wildwoods'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109053893936761069</id><published>2004-07-22T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T19:28:59.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Summer Days</title><content type='html'>These past few days have really gone to the dogs. most of the time I just hung around the house, read my book, "The Eyes of the Dragon", and swam in the pool. Eva and her husband Jacek are currently renovating their new home which is accross the street from us. How super, more relatives. I'm packing because tommorrow I'm to go with my younger sister and father to Wildwoods. We're staying at where we always stay, The Pink Champane Motel. (or is it hotel?w/e) I just need to pack some sunscreen and I'm all set. I'm trying to get the new layout I made for my site us ASAP before I leave. I just overheard they we may arrive sometime at 10pm and the next morning we are to go bike riding on the boardwalk. I should have loads of fun, even though I will be without the internet for a week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention in my last post that on Saturday I took that test I missed for QPHS. I had to start off with some Algebra I, which to me was a bit hard considering 80% of what was there I never learned about. SO I did the easiest thing possible, I used common sence and looked for patterns. Next I had to take a Spanish Test (those damn tacos!) It was real smooth for me. At the end I had to write 15 sentences using words they provided me with. I swear I wrote "The teacher is hot" and "The califlower is listening to the television". I hope they still count those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to some Joss Stone now...hit me up with a comment or 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109053893936761069?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109053893936761069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109053893936761069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109053893936761069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109053893936761069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/lazy-summer-days.html' title='Lazy Summer Days'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-109017553080480307</id><published>2004-07-18T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T15:30:30.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the middle</title><content type='html'>Lat me continue this entry from where I left off, Thursday evening. Thursday night I went over Karolina's. There I met with Tim, Chrissie, Shannon, and Julie. Chrissie and I soon left em all behind and headed to the park. While there we decided to go on the swings. I got bored easily so for no aparent reason I tried out one of those baby swings. I ended up getting stuck and upon getting out of it I broke it. (The rubber flung!) Mostly we chatted and we listened to Chrissie's music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was ehh normal. Mom won $100 from a scratch card game at work. At 4 I went to the mall and there I hung out with Tori, CB, Ryan, Greg, Kat, Samir, Sawyer, and Meg. Things got wild in the begining when I was almost raped while talking to some Asian woman on the phone. That and we all kept splitting up and looking for each other most of the time. At my 1st time at Sephora's Meg introduced me&amp;nbsp;to edible body glitter. (Tasty!) I ended up the day with buying a tank from Hot Topic, a thick white eye-liner, and some mints from Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my story is not yet done, for you see there was a problem that I encountered. A few certain people (Group&amp;nbsp;A)&amp;nbsp;didn't want Mary (Group B)&amp;nbsp;to come join us at the mall. They told me to hush up and not say anything to that person, which I planned to do anyhows because I didn't want to get in the middle of things. Group B soon found out about the events of Group A and tried to confront Group B. Unfortunally this ended in a dispute and Group A blocked Group B. Group B soon came to me and confronted&amp;nbsp; me with the events which I wanted to deny because I didn't want to get in the middle. At the same time I wanted to keep a loyalty to both parties, but it seemed from there that I had only 2 choices. I&amp;nbsp;tell the truth to&amp;nbsp;Group B and loose the trust of group A or vice versa. I made the decision and decided to deny the events to Group B to keep the trusts of Group A even though I didn't want to be in the middle. Group B soon uncovered the whole lie and things got tangled up and now Group A and I look stupid and I am now it seems that I'm untrustworthy to Group B. Let me just say that this was not my problem to begin with guys! Figure it out your own fricken selves and don't entangle me in it cuz now I look untrustworthy and like a liar. I hope that Group A and Group B can go and both choke on a biscoti for putting me in between them! Even though I like both Groups as friends and they have problems with each other let me just tell you guys DON"T DRAG ME INTO THESE FRICKEN FIGHTS OF YOURS! IF YOU MUST THEN GO AND SETTLE THIS IN COURT! I"M NOT GONNA BE A MORON CAUSE OF YOUR STUPID BICKERING! I only hope that Group B can now understand what I did and have the heart to forgive me even though I'm not suprised&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp;she's&amp;nbsp;pissed at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...Yesterday I&amp;nbsp;was filled with chores.&amp;nbsp;Later on Chrissie came over and we chatted for a bit. I also&amp;nbsp;saw the newest Foamy episode so that was fly. Today&amp;nbsp;is pretty much a normal day and I'm gonna write&amp;nbsp;back to Katey because I&amp;nbsp;just got her letter yesterday. Love ya all...comment?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-109017553080480307?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109017553080480307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=109017553080480307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109017553080480307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/109017553080480307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/stuck-in-middle.html' title='Stuck in the middle'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-108993323671336954</id><published>2004-07-15T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T19:13:56.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>W.S=Work Sucks</title><content type='html'>Normally I'm ok with going to work at the deli and all, but I hate it when I have no luck the day I go. Today was one of the days with no luck. In the morning I rolled into a wall and was woken up with a bang on the head. ::ouch:: I somehow lost my money (which mind you is ALWAYS in my wallet) and I was gonna use it for tomorrow at el mallo. Work was normal until lunch came around and all hell broke loose, like always. My lil sis decided to play the scratchcards a few times (money was deducted from her paycheck) and won $2. I wanted to try this new scratchcard game which was there. I waited a bit and before I could buy the card I remembered that the taylor ham was still on the stove and so I ran to mak sure everything was ok. WELL, I came back and I saw that my grandpa bought the card which I was gonna buy. he scratches it off...and wins a fricken $100! SHIZIT! And then later on that day he wins a few more times and all together he wins around a $150 fricken bucks! WHOAH! So with my luck I lost $100. :-(&amp;nbsp; So I come home to just rest when I find out I still need to do a ton of paperwork for the business, filing, and chores. I was somehow able to finish everything and Then I decided to curl my hair with a curling iron. I burned my elbow and found my money in my &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; wallet. My hair came out good though. (I'm not talented with it you know) When I came downstairs my mother pointed out that I had some highlights and asked me how I got them. I was wondering how the heck did I get highlights if I didn't even use a special shampoo for that stuff. I look in the mirror and find some spectacular highlights which I've never had before. Life's how it is and I'm dealing with it. I can't get my mind off somethings though. ...comment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-108993323671336954?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/108993323671336954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=108993323671336954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/108993323671336954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/108993323671336954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/wswork-sucks.html' title='W.S=Work Sucks'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-108964538122837591</id><published>2004-07-12T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T11:16:21.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS! I"M BACK! Omg...I had a rocken time at camp Kurs. Let me tell you everything that I can remember from those 10 spectacular days. On July 2nd I hopped into the SUV with my dad and sis and off we went. On my arrival I found out that my roommates wouldn't come till the next day so I was a tinsy bit dissapointed. The first day I really didn't know anyone there becasue of the fact that I missed camp for 2 years, so at first it was all awekward for me. Good thing that my sister and I are in seperate wings!  That day I met Bre and Amy and so I hung out with them mostly that day. The day went quickly. That night we had a ho-down in the pavilion. Durring the night after the party, I heard banging on my wall so I soon had a banging conversation with the people next door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I found out that I was in David Mikea's group. All was good, we had the kid with ADD and the hulk...Fred. That day there was a tug-of-war compition between the groups for points so we pretty much came in first place since we had Fred. I had a good time that day and I re kindeled with a friend from the past ,Katey! Later on durring the day I met my new roomates....Alex and Katey (different Katey...I refer to this Katly as K-mami). The roomies were awesome and they loved me and my hillarious antics. I can't really remember what happened the rest of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came! Fourth of July! BING BING BANG! That day was also the aniversarry of Sponia inc. From then on we started to have lectures each day...most about Bishop Hodur. (Bishop Hodur haunts Katey's dreams and tells her what to do! lol. ) Later on we went to church and Katey and I were by Fred. Durring mass there was some old guy playing the organ...badly. Some of the songs he played in chuch had 2 different tempos in one song, sounded like they were from Nintendo, and all were oddly played. Fred kept telling us durring mass how he was going to go take the man outside and hang him by the hands making them at one point fall off.  lmao. That night was filled with fireworks and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...Monday came and 2 new campers came named Greg and Daniel ( also known as Grandpa and I will say more about him in this entry). The pool was warm just as i remembered it to be. I started meeting many new people and getting to know more about each of them. The day went by quite quickly if you ask me, except for that 75th Sponia Inc. mass.That night we had another dance. I decided to do a little more with my dancing....ugh...a little too much more. WELL...Toxic came on and I started to do that thing that I do with my hips and all and I danced in place. The next thing I know some guy is...ugh...behind me dancing in that way that i have never danced before. Uhh...suprise...it was Danny. So I just decided to play along (this later resulted in the "Woopie"). I found out that he spoke polish and let me just say that dear god this guy is cute. From a scale of 1-10 he's a 7 on my chart! (note: he's 16)Not to long after Katey just wanted me to dance with someone on a slow song so she pulled me to Yahoo (who is gay) and we slow danced. Sometime later, I heard this really great jive song and you know how I am when I get that beat in my feat. The next secound I'm pulled by someone onto the dance floor...Danny, who then asked me if I knew Jive. Well of course I knew jive! And him knowinn jive means he takes ballroom! SO in my mind I'm thinkin "HELL YA! LET"S DANCE!" So the next thing I know, we're doing the jive...I was just at some points unprepared of what he was going to do next so I messed up a few times. Durring that night Gary preformed his dance which looks like an Irish Jig gone dreadful...much. Later on it was lights out and my roomates and I decided to continue our chatting. I told them that after the way I danced with Danny I didn't think I was Christian anymore. lol. Sam soon got into this and all and entitled it "The Woopie". The woopie was the biggest twist that they ever heard, they all loved using it in laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday it was the day of the field trip. I got into a group with Amanda, Brittany, Lauren, Alissa, and a few others. Unfortunatly we got Nick as our tour guide. Even worse...we were going to a few places such as a Cathedral to learn more about Bishop Hodur. Agh! Someone should have shot me then and there. When we got there we entered the Cathedral and had an enormous...boring lecture! ::gasp:: Afterwards we headed (now in groups) to a bank and then to a printery and then back to the bank. But the whole thing wasn't a whole loss. Nick told Katey to go place with a rock and she did...she then threw it saying it had stared at her. I also got to durring the trip to keep an eye on Danny...hopefully he didn't notice (ladies know what I'm talking about). After that whole fiasco we headed to a graveyard to have lunch, go on a trail in the woods, and visit Jason Fairlawn's gravestone (God Bless his soul, the greatest camp counciler eva and he was killed in car accident). At the gravestone I was on the verge of fainting and I somehow held onto another gravestone. The day was from then on a bit solem. At night after watching the movie, Ice Age, I chatted a bit with Katey and then headed off to my room hoping for some r&amp;r. unfortunatly there were 4 girls wimpering in a bed upon my arrival. They kept claiming that the Bible was always about Jason and how they saw him that day and ghosts roaming around. I calmed them down about after getting P.K to talk to them. After the talk P.K. made fun of the pink plastic wrapping on my fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. -Friday were not bad days. What happened in those days is I belive we had an egg toss and I remember Julie getting hit in the head with one. We later wrote letters to Jim and made candles, this was folowed by riding in the Blue Sponja Mobil to the Ice Cream Stand. Durring the night while playing some pool I heard a comotion...a fire had started in the pavilion. Some pipe of the stove broke because of it's age and casued it...but Katey and Nathen think that it started cuz Drew (the hott camp couciler with gas) let one out onto the stove. That same day, I forgot to mention we had flour tag where I was one of the people who had the least bit of flour on them. After flour tag we  all were hosed down and jumped into the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus. was a lazy day and we all slept in. I was able to make a necklace out of...uhhh...i forgot the name of it but it's a super strong string that they use to make rope. Lauren wasn't feeling to well that night after seeing Finding Nemo. So while in the bathroon conforting her I saw this massive dump in the toliet...I was ultra discusted so I flushed it. The toilet instantly overflowed and we both ran out of the bathroom, told the councilers, and I made lauren tea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we had the bonfire. Katey the pyro was released. I somehow managed to bellydance for Adam, k-mami, and the crew. Then I headed to the fire to make some smores and roast a few hot dogs. I met this guy named Nathen there and we started chatting, unfortunatly one of the twins (my sis's friends) had escaped and was talking to us...i swear she had ADD. (Mind you nathen is a bit cute, but very funny) My lil sis was scarring little kids and telling them about witches in the woods...they started crying! I headed back to the girls and there Danny joined us w/ Adam. I was  a bit curious to know why Danny was sitting next to me, but later I found out that K-mami told him to sit by me to see what would happen. Talk Talk talk...moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred got into a fight with someone so they sent the 2 of them packing. Our team wasn't in the lead and we unfortunatly lost. Awards were given out in the morning for stuff like always Sleeping, Cry baby, Best Couple (Bogdan &amp; Jordan! The egomaniacts!), and my sis got one for getting  an egg thrown at her head.There was a scavenger hunt at night and we came in 3rd I presume. It was the last day for points. That day we held  a dodgeball tornament and we sucked...badly. Merideth  an 8 yr old always was the last one of our team on the field somehow. Tons of jokes were passed that day. Durring dodgeball Dan,Katey,and I were hanging out looking through Dan's wallet.katey tried to take a $20 tip for no reason and Dan gave me his MetroCard (he lives in Brooklyn). For dinner we had leftovers. Food was wronged at our table. That night we had a rocken dance and I was told by many that my outfit was great. I even curled my hair the right way. Dan and I did a jive to a song, we allo watched a guy in a chicken suit do the chicken dance, I gave Nathen lessons on dancing, we saw Nick (head counciler) get dressed up as elvis and dance and lip synch to one of his songs. The male councilers at one point decided to do a stip tease to the song "i'm too sexy". lmao. Dan did a spectacular solo dance to footloose and soon enough sprained his wrist. I went to see Dan at the couch and...well...lets just say things got a little close and it all felt odd to me. Later on he got back onto the dance floor dispite his wrist and slowdanced with me. (you can aww now). My friends think that he likes me as more than a friend...but I'm not sure about him even though he is trulley one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning there was a lightbreakfast, then packing and cleaning.I picked up the sns of everyone so far except one. When I saw Dan I asked for his sn, then I told him that I had to leave then. What happened is that he pulled me into a nice hug (never had one like that before!) and then he kissed me on the cheek! (I got a bit excited and in away winded) I kissed him back onto his cheek and left the camp, and I know I will return in a yr. The trip was shorter than expected but I have a feeling that it's gonna be a while before I see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO wrapping things up, I had a great time, met new people. I forgot to mention a few things such as there were 92 kids there, I was the "pickle" and Sam dragged me outside, frogs were put into the pool, and that everyone thought and were trying to set me and Danny up. I was also known as the most prepared in camp and known for doing the Whoopi. Friends and all thought I was hillarious and great. Many also came to me to draw them and I did, and I made many appointments.I'm happy The end...now to do 700 loads of laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill: SO Alice, do you think you can draw me naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I'm sorry Jill, but I don't think I would be able to handle your goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I'm going to drop the F-bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[long pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: What the F! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[roomates crack up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: OH WHAT THE FOOZY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: ALICE DID THE WHOOPI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I didn't do anything! All I did was flush the dump and it overflowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crew: Blame it on the damn tacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Bogdan is strait...like a boomerang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Julie is in front of a few Camp Counclers who are trying to calm a few kids who think they saw a witch in the woods]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie: OMG, if we weren't in camp right now I would be kicking your asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[silence]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Julie claps hand over mouth in shock]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: EXPECTO PATRONUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany: Do you want to take this outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: YOUR FACE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ya all...leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-108964538122837591?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/108964538122837591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=108964538122837591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/108964538122837591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/108964538122837591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-108877933667330778</id><published>2004-07-02T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T10:42:16.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>What's your name? ::: Alice&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace ::: New Jesey &lt;br /&gt;Age ::: 14&lt;br /&gt;Age you act ::: good question...somewhere between 10-40&lt;br /&gt;Current location ::: Clifton, New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Eye color ::: blueish&lt;br /&gt;Hair color ::: dirty blond&lt;br /&gt;Right, lefty or ambidextrous? ::: righty &lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign? ::: aquarius&lt;br /&gt;H0eight? ::: 5'6...sometimes I wish even that I was a bit shorter but I'm proud of my heit&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 2 -- Describe... [x] &lt;br /&gt;Your heritage/nationality ::: mostly Polish...but I have a few other things in there such as Swedish and Hungarian.&lt;br /&gt;Your hair ::: A few inches past my shoulder length, i like experimenting with new cuts but I never color it. &lt;br /&gt;Your fears ::: Snakes, Sharks, Rats, Seeing the people I care about getting hurt, Having sharp objects point at me &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect room ::: etremely large, games systems, flat hanging tv, phone, inground hot tub under the carpet, laptop, large bed, the whole room on top of that would look royal  &lt;br /&gt;What you practically do in a day ::: wake-up, clean, do random things, sleep, eat&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 3 -- What is/are... [x] &lt;br /&gt;Words you overuse :::i don't think I overuse any.&lt;br /&gt;Phrases you overuse ::: You know...&lt;br /&gt;Your first thought when you wake up ::: God, where the hell is that lawnmower comming from? Will those ficken birds shut up already, I'm awake? 5 more min.&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest accomplishment ::: is yet to be accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Something you want to do ::: well right now I want to meet Daniel Radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 4 -- This or that [x] &lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke ::: I have Pepsi at parties and Coke when I'm chilling&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger Kings ::: I never go to either&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera ::: Howbout Jojo?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla ::: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike ::: lol (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;Black or white ::: black&lt;br /&gt;Bills or Coins ((Think $$$)) ::: BILLS!&lt;br /&gt;Burgers or hot dogs ::: ...Chicken wings baby!&lt;br /&gt;Egypt or France ::: Moi would like France&lt;br /&gt;Rock or rap ::: Rock&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 5 -- Do you...[x] &lt;br /&gt;Smoke ::: ewww&lt;br /&gt;Cuss ::: rarely&lt;br /&gt;Sing well ::: I have no idea &lt;br /&gt;Sing in the shower ::: many times&lt;br /&gt;Talk to yourself --a lot-- ::: It happens!&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself ::: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Like taking these longass surveys? ::: Not very often&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument ::: Piano&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college? ::: yes&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married? ::: yes&lt;br /&gt;Want to have children? ::: and yes (when I'm ready though)&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak? ::: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents ::: yep&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your siblings? ::: good question&lt;br /&gt;Think you're popular ::: lmao...like that will happen&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 6 -- In the past month have you..[x] &lt;br /&gt;Gone out of state ::: yep...Penn. ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;Drank alchohal ::: unless they sliped something in my drink then no&lt;br /&gt;Smoke ::: no&lt;br /&gt;Get high :::mentally? If so than yes (Especially mary and CB)&lt;br /&gt;Done any drugs ::: I took an asprin...are you calling me a druggie?!&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of oreos ::: Gross...that's icky&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage ::: YES! GODSPELL! &lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping ::: ...no&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped ::: never dated&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair ::: not perminatly and when I did it was for halloween&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything ::: No, but at drug fair they thought I did and held me up while I explained to them that I didn't and to check the tape which proved I didn't &lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 7 -- Your friends! =D [x] &lt;br /&gt;Craziest ::: All of us&lt;br /&gt;Loudest ::: &lt;br /&gt;Most shy ::: I think Amy&lt;br /&gt;Blondest ::: Chrissie you blonde! &lt;br /&gt;Smartest ::: Ryan and Gina (the smarty squad)&lt;br /&gt;Kindest ::: CB&amp; Gina&lt;br /&gt;Best personality ::: Timmy!&lt;br /&gt;Most talented ::: we all posess different talents...but I like Tori's mystical cow powers&lt;br /&gt;Best singer ::: I'm a bit unsure...but I like Meg's voice&lt;br /&gt;Most ghetto ::: Gina can be the most ghetto of us all&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen ((or King XP)) ::: ME! &lt;br /&gt;Pain in the ass :::Samir&lt;br /&gt;The one you just want to strangle to death ((Homer Simpson style))::: I don't want to strangle any of my friends...but there are a few people who I'l love to strangle&lt;br /&gt;Funniest ::: ...that's a hard choice, Tori, Samir, and Mary&lt;br /&gt;Best person for advice ::: Mary &amp; Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Dependable ::: Timmy! (TIMMY TUCK!)&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy ::: The close of the close&lt;br /&gt;Druggie ::: Marc &amp;  CB are the druggfies here but truthfully we're all mentally high :-)&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to end up in jail ::: Matt and Bart&lt;br /&gt;Person you've known the longest ::: Chrissie&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 8 -- The Last... [x] &lt;br /&gt;Last dream ::: I was on Oprah...I saw the Hp cast...I fell down some stairs while walking...Samir was there singing Naughty Girl on the big screen&lt;br /&gt;Last nightmare ::: There were things chasing me in some dark alley...they killed me at the end but not before making me see all the people I care for die. (Woke up in cold sweat)&lt;br /&gt;Car ride ::: With my dad&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried ::: Not to long ago I was watching Bridget Jones Diary&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen ::: Go to the question I answered before&lt;br /&gt;Last movie rented ::: Allong came Polly at Amy's &lt;br /&gt;Last book read ::: The Time Machine&lt;br /&gt;Last word said ::: yawn&lt;br /&gt;Last curse word said ::: the f word at a certain someone (what!? she got me angry!)&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laugh ::: yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call ::: just a few min ago from Mom from the Deli&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played ::: M2M: The Purple Room&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to ::: What you do about me&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance ::: Shivi&lt;br /&gt;Last IM ::: CB&lt;br /&gt;Last weird encounter ::: Tori at Dress Barn!&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged ::: Mary...i think...I give out way to many hugs to know&lt;br /&gt;Last person you yelled at ::: Julie &lt;br /&gt;Last time you wore a skirt ::: Tuesday Tuesday Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Last time you've been evil ::: evil...what do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic? ::: recently&lt;br /&gt;Last time you fought with your parents ::: looong time ago &lt;br /&gt;Last time you wished upon a star ::: last night (for fun you know)&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth or Dare ::: Holy Shizit...at Danielle and Alyssa's party...next time I will make a few people do some wild things...I have ideas :::evil ideas:::&lt;br /&gt;Spent quality time alone ::: right at this moment&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 9 -- I swear this is the last one! -- Randomness [x] &lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to someone on AIM ::: nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel lonely ::: a bit&lt;br /&gt;Ever TP'd someone's house ::: no but the house next door was td'd and soaked by the rain lol&lt;br /&gt;How about egging someone's house ::: NO! &lt;br /&gt;Do you not like dislike not like me? ::: few people...yes&lt;br /&gt;Ain't Eminem and 50 Cent just fine? ::: ...no&lt;br /&gt;Yo Momma ::: how am I to respond ot that?&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so hungry you felt like you could eat the person next to you? ::: THE POLE!?!&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of George Bush? ::: Ehh...don't like him. He's really a dunmbdumb and he's not gonna be re-elected&lt;br /&gt;Any secret fetishes?:::...are you on some medication?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to wear chains?::: rarely...but I'm not into it&lt;br /&gt;How many languages do you speak? ::: polish, english, a lil french, a lil spanish, a bit of english, and a tad austrailian&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. are your fingers tired? Cause mine sure are! ::: nope&lt;br /&gt;Glad this is over? ((Say yes and I'll stalk you =P)) :::definatly (i didn't say it! ::sticks tounge out::)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503099-108877933667330778?l=pausedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/108877933667330778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503099&amp;postID=108877933667330778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/108877933667330778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503099/posts/default/108877933667330778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pausedheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>cf8wrk4u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820407313491052063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='10' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ala2512003/j604dd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503099.post-108870601717310290</id><published>2004-07-01T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T14:20:17.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...</title><content type='html'>This is an official test of the blog distributed by Alice J. 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