<?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-6053443</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:37:59.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you...</title><subtitle type='html'>these are my ramblings. feel privilaged i let you in. be nice.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108838783620431318</id><published>2004-06-27T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T20:57:16.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think all updates are going &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/users/2221483"&gt;here now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108838783620431318?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108838783620431318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108838783620431318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108838783620431318' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108692592973974903</id><published>2004-06-10T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T22:52:09.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i wish i could buy back the woman you stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Beautiful Child" by Rufus Wainwright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108692592973974903?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108692592973974903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108692592973974903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692592973974903' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108654365408010099</id><published>2004-06-06T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T12:40:54.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; I like songs about drifters - books about the same. They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the ups. or so it seems. &lt;br /&gt;i work all the time. it's good. something to do. money to make. i professed my love to stephen and i'm beginning to think that some of the other coworkers really think i meant that. thank God stephen understands a good joke. and rachel's coming back soon. really worried how things will change. i like it how it is. minus the 'tonio issues.&lt;br /&gt;but i have made a decision about what i'm going to do after this summer. change will be good. someone remind me to withdrawl from gsu.&lt;br /&gt;but damn, am i going to miss sammy. i really am. but, all will work out, i say. it will.&lt;br /&gt;cody cut my hair the other day. she did a fine job. mucho impressed-o. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go fix some green tea now and listen to some Franz Ferdinand. or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Irish Blood, English Heart" by Morrissey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108654365408010099?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108654365408010099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108654365408010099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108654365408010099' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108424272454941375</id><published>2004-05-10T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T21:32:04.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i wanna run i wanna hide and leave this place just like it left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the blogger changes were a shock, but i do think i will adjust just fine.&lt;br /&gt;work is work. i like being able to work with cody. and rachel. and ellice(or for one night). it doesn't seem to me like a normal towns county work enviroment. i guess that's because there are so many employee that look just so new to me, you know? but i shall hopefully make it through. maybe once i work there awhile, i will not mind the work so much. or maybe i'm just scared; worried that everyday will be like sunday, even though i've been assured that they won't.&lt;br /&gt;i hate doctors.&lt;br /&gt;i'm spending almost every waking moment trying to decide what my next step is. with my dad being so great, i have a lot of options. but i just don't know. i really just want a whole new scene. out of georgia. i would say out of country, but Lord knows i for sure can't afford that. but i want a different climate, with different people, and new landscape. but i just don't know yet. first i just have to decide if i'm going to return to gsu or not. and i'm really not sure. i think in this case, the bad out ways the good. but i'm not saying anymore. i hardly ever actually do what i forsee myself doing. and then everyone will be convinced i'm a liar.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't decide whether or not to write this update on myself on my blog or my myspace. i still don't know. i guess a little fraction of myself (though severly smaller) still wants people to read and take interest for once. but that part of me is seemily on it's death bed.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i love? when a new song that is word for word, from start to finish completely applies to your life, right at that very moment. i just love that. and you know, i can still hear a little indie left in liz phair. mainly pop, with old liz phair fighting to get out.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm all weirded out by this "modest mouse on mtv" thing. i mean, modest mouse? wow. and seeing their cd at wal-mart? too weird. i mean, good for them. they are a great band. and i'll support them till the end (or atleast until the show up on TRL, but i don't think that'll happen soon).&lt;br /&gt;there's something really symbolic about everyone's blogs/lj/etc not being updated and bare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Red Light Fever" by Liz Phair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108424272454941375?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108424272454941375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108424272454941375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424272454941375' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108327640234472950</id><published>2004-04-29T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T17:10:59.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really glad to be leaving here. &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/6053443-108327640234472950?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108327640234472950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108327640234472950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108327640234472950' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108300728019264764</id><published>2004-04-26T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:25:33.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i've decided tonight, i'm staying alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been crazy here of late. wild. but, guess what? i'm not telling you about it. it's private. it's mad. and it's a little scary.  but "the worst is over." that couldn't be more true. things have to get better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how's everyone else? been a bit quiet kiddies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Solitaire" by Air&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108300728019264764?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108300728019264764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108300728019264764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300728019264764' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108276203860715722</id><published>2004-04-23T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T18:18:07.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; that love's the religion of the week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air works now in my dorm. the internet still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night (or early morning) at like, 300 or so, i was over at sammy's b/c it was so hot at my dorm, when we (or actually, sammy i do believe) got the idea to go to savannah. right then. with the idea of watching the sunrise. so we went. we sat there by the river, watching the big boats and birds and just having a grand time. then we watched the sunrise. then we came back. we had breakfast. then i went back and went to sleep around 9. i woke up around 5. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meagan, i'll help you with myspace if ya need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandon, thanks, even though i can't remember for the life of my what post you are talking about. but you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Gentleman Caller" by Cursive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108276203860715722?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108276203860715722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108276203860715722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108276203860715722' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108252055401195809</id><published>2004-04-20T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T23:13:19.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i gotta date with the night.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i haven't updated b/c i don't do updates while sitting in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Talkshow Host" by Radiohead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; the doc, jay, the lab rat, and the other person that is supposed to be a person of the moment, but i forget who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108252055401195809?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108252055401195809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108252055401195809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252055401195809' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108214447821728595</id><published>2004-04-16T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T14:45:17.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; this is the beginning of forever and ever, it's time to move over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. i always forget what it is i want to say. not too much going on lately. been kicking arse with s. bammy on vice city. we bought the strip club, ice cream shop, and killed diaz so we got his mansion. been very cool.  i'm really at a loss of things to say. things have just been, whatever. adding to my list of inside jokes and things like that. i could talk about how schools going, but i'm sick of that. very sick of it. and i'm looking forward to this semester being done with, but not looking forward to like, 3 months in hiawassee. &lt;br /&gt;so i've decided that yes, you should get a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;myspace &lt;/a&gt;account. yep. it is just great. and before you know it. i might just not update this blog anymore, and just update my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;. b/c &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;myspace &lt;/a&gt;is just cooler. so ya, if you decide to, click on find, put in my name or email to find  me, and add me as a friend, gaylord.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i tried to think of more right now, but i'm blank. maybe later. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "A Shotgun Message" by Norma Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108214447821728595?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108214447821728595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108214447821728595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108214447821728595' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108187877682710188</id><published>2004-04-13T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T12:57:44.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to really update later, just for sammy &amp; cody. since they care so much.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blunttruthgame.com/takesurvey.cfm?uid=3544201&amp;sn=%n"&gt;Click Here and show your true feelings!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108187877682710188?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108187877682710188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108187877682710188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108187877682710188' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108122064148229794</id><published>2004-04-05T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:07:46.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i understand why they say high school never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that survey really sucked, didn't it? i mean, it was good, but sooooo long. today has been, so undescribable, in the worst way. i felt like it has been just nothing with a lining of crap. probably because i want this week to be over. i don't know, really. i feel very backwards. but on the plus side, i'm in love with the new incubus album. just fantastic. i want to hug the band. i've had a recent obsession with dane cook,also. just can't get enough. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;i almost feel like i need to quit all this nonsense. like that is the only way to make improvment. to leave the blog alone and everything. i know i say this all the time. and you don't believe me. but i feel like i might &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to leave it alone. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Here In My Room" by Incubus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108122064148229794?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108122064148229794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108122064148229794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108122064148229794' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108114115998556168</id><published>2004-04-04T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:03:03.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> LONGEST SURVEY EVER- you better read it all. it is great. i took the time, so you take the time. or i will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your full name:: ssssaaarrraaaahhhheeellliiizzaabbbeeettthhh&lt;br /&gt;Spell your first name backwards:: haras&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth:: nov. 7&lt;br /&gt;Male or female:: supergirl&lt;br /&gt;Astrological sign:: scorpio&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames:: SA&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:: school&lt;br /&gt;Height:: 5.7&lt;br /&gt;Hair color:: as black as midnight. *wtf?*&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:: blue/green&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born:: in the dirrty south-ATL, what?!&lt;br /&gt;Where do you reside now:: boro&lt;br /&gt;Age:: 19&lt;br /&gt;Screen names:: saislaw&lt;br /&gt;What does your screen name stand for:: i am law. you are crime.&lt;br /&gt;What is your livejournal name:: iamsa&lt;br /&gt;What does your livejournal name stand for:: just reminding myself who i am.&lt;br /&gt;Piercings:: ears. nose. tragus. eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo's:: 2&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size:: 10&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty:: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Hearing:: "Wandering Star" by Portishead&lt;br /&gt;Feeling:: all right.&lt;br /&gt;Eating/drinking:: nothing but some water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys/Girls/Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love:: who really knows.&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you been in REAL love with:: just one..you. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex:: nope.&lt;br /&gt;What do you look for in a guy/girl:: the normal stuff, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex:: eyes, lips. general style&lt;br /&gt;What type of guy/girl do you usually go for:: i don't go.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush right now:: no&lt;br /&gt;If so who is it:: you.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight:: why not. prollie just lust though.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your first love:: vaguely. i was like, 2.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first person you kissed:: technically, that same kid, josh, when i was a wee one. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in fate:: i don't know&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in soul mates::  maybe. or maybe some people you can tolerate more. and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;If so do you believe you'll ever find yours:: no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings do you have:: 2 real 2 fake.&lt;br /&gt;What are your siblings names:: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;What are your parents names:: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings does your mother have:: 1&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings does your father have:: 3&lt;br /&gt;Where are your parents from:: dad: ga, mum: everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Is your family close:: like, we like each other? close enough, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Does your family get together for holidays:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a drunk uncle:: not that i know of. Baptist, sweetie. no one admits that.&lt;br /&gt;Any medical problems run through your family:: cancer. yay.&lt;br /&gt;Does someone in your family wear a toupee:: thank God, no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any nieces or nephews:: yep. the greatest girls ever.&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents divorced:: my mom and my dad are no longer together b/c of reasons beyong their control.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have step parents:: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Has your family ever disowned another member of your family:: no, just been really dissapointed with.&lt;br /&gt;Did some of your family come to America from another country:: well, my mom was born in France? but she was American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you swear was written about you or your life:: oh, so many. how about, "Haunted" by Poe. &lt;br /&gt;What's the most embarrassing cd you own:: prollie, this horrible little GA band that played at a Y-club conference. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;What's the best cd you own:: i like most of them equally.&lt;br /&gt;What song do you absolutely hate:: anything by simple plan. i swear his voice, when he sings, is just ripping at my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the shower:: no but in the car, there is no stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;What song reminds you of that special someone:: what special someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I Name An Artist And You Give A Lyric From Any One Of Their Songs!&lt;br /&gt;Pink:: "tired of being compared, to damn britney spears"&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith:: "and i'm the one who jaded you"&lt;br /&gt;Madonna:: "i've always been in love with you"&lt;br /&gt;Korn:: "all day, i dream about sex"&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys:: "i want it that way"&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles:: "you say you want a revolution"&lt;br /&gt;Sublime:: "i smoke two joints"&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo:: ummm...damn. jenny from the block?&lt;br /&gt;*Nsync:: "tearing up my heart" or is it tearing us apart?&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit:: "give me something to break"&lt;br /&gt;Stacie Orrico:: uh........no clue.&lt;br /&gt;Creed:: i can't think of anything right now.....&lt;br /&gt;Britany Spears::  "i'm an idiot whore, who can't sing, and wants to corrupt the youth of america. have sex with me now"&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte:: "motivate me, i want to get myself out of the bed"&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera:: "i am beautiful, no matter what they say" *yeah, keep telling yourself that.* ;)&lt;br /&gt;Eminem:: "i'm the lead singer of my band"?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson:: no clue...&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Osbourne:: umm..that madonna song..&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore:: "missing you like candy" *why the hell does she miss candy?*&lt;br /&gt;Eve:: "let me blow your mind"&lt;br /&gt;Aaliyah:: "rock the boat"&lt;br /&gt;Nelly:: uhhh.. "i like bandaids"?&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys:: "you don't call me" or something&lt;br /&gt;Incubus:: "you're no Jesus, no you're no fucking elvis!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color:: all of them&lt;br /&gt;Food:: whatever&lt;br /&gt;Song:: lots of favs. at the moment: "Wicked Ways" by Garbage&lt;br /&gt;Show:: whatever. tlc stuff.&lt;br /&gt;School subject:: umm. stuff that isn't math.&lt;br /&gt;Band/singer/artist:: silverchair(band), bjork(singer), van gogh(artist)&lt;br /&gt;Animal:: anteaters and llamas&lt;br /&gt;Outfit:: one that doesn't smell&lt;br /&gt;Radio station:: none&lt;br /&gt;Movie:: lots. &lt;br /&gt;Pair of shoes:: red glitter heals, pink sauconys, silver stripper heals, nike sandals.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon:: right now the Fairly Odd Parents&lt;br /&gt;Actor:: Joaquin Pheonix&lt;br /&gt;Actress:: Kate Winslet&lt;br /&gt;Potato chip:: tortilla chips&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic Drink: i don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Non-alcoholic Drink:: green tea&lt;br /&gt;Soda:: right now diet coke w/lime&lt;br /&gt;Holiday:: halloween&lt;br /&gt;Perfume/cologne:: whatever really. &lt;br /&gt;Pizza topping:: cheese and peppyroni&lt;br /&gt;Jello flavor:: strawberry&lt;br /&gt;Lunch meat:: ham &lt;br /&gt;Card Game:: bullshite&lt;br /&gt;Video game:: GRAND THEFT AUTO VICE CITY!&lt;br /&gt;Website:: all of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Book:: i like various ones.&lt;br /&gt;Computer game:: addictinggames.com&lt;br /&gt;Number:: no. no. no. you are dumb. you suck. i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Cereal:: anything with those fake marshmellows&lt;br /&gt;Comedian:: Dane "your move, holy man" Cook&lt;br /&gt;Dessert:: cupcakes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Disney character:: the kid from Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;Clothing store:: can we say goodwill? yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:: right now? Greg, all the way. hahha&lt;br /&gt;Childhood toy:: the bike i couldn't ride. &lt;br /&gt;Carnival game/ride:: those rides are scary,fool.&lt;br /&gt;Candy bar:: kit kat, i think.&lt;br /&gt;Magazine:: rolling stone&lt;br /&gt;Salad dressing:: italian&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do on the weekend:: stuff&lt;br /&gt;Hot drink:: coffee!&lt;br /&gt;Season:: autumn.&lt;br /&gt;Sport to watch:: soccer and hockey&lt;br /&gt;Person to talk to online:: my dad, so i can avoid the phone completely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedroom/Sleeping Habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your sheets:: light purple&lt;br /&gt;What color are your bedroom walls:: i have no choice, like beige. they suck&lt;br /&gt;Do you have posters on your wall:: lots&lt;br /&gt;If so of what:: silverchair X2, deftones, twelth night, various mag rip outs&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tv in your bedroom:: yep&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows are on your bed:: 2&lt;br /&gt;What do you normally sleep in:: pjs and a tshirt&lt;br /&gt;Describe your favorite pair of pajamas:: my "we hate you and are going to fall apart soon" striped pjs.&lt;br /&gt;What size bed do you have:: extra long twin (this is all college info, btw)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a waterbed/bunkbed/daybed:: i have a lofted bed&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own phone line in your bedroom:: no. me &amp; rachels&lt;br /&gt;Describe the last nightmare you had:: last weird dream, how about that? i can't really go into it, it would take to long, but it involved krystal dealing drugs, giving me odd shaped pills while tiffany mcnabb smoked hers, jim carrey being crazy, and little action figures coming to life, attacking the band executives and covering everything in red paint. like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals:: yep, clash the turtle&lt;br /&gt;How many people can comfortably sleep comfortably in your bed:: me and clash. all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Any unusual sleeping positions:: prollie, and right now i'm like, psycho about the new tattoo on my ankle, so like, i keep that leg, like, hanging off the bed and it complicates things. i'm a freak. &lt;br /&gt;Do you have to share your bedroom with a sibling:: i did once a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Do you snore:: prollie&lt;br /&gt;How about drool:: depends on the angle of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an alarm clock in your room:: yep&lt;br /&gt;What color is the carpet in your room:: uhh. brown-ish.&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed:: the "love bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser/wannabe:: loser&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts/bagels:: doughnuts! what? what?&lt;br /&gt;Day/night:: night&lt;br /&gt;Wicked witch of the east/wicked witch of the west:: east side.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven/hell:: heaven&lt;br /&gt;Make love/have sex:: i'd say making love&lt;br /&gt;Coffee/tea:: both, the more caffeine the better&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers/hotdogs:: hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Rap/rock:: rock&lt;br /&gt;Britney/Christina:: christina&lt;br /&gt;Swiss cheese/american cheese:: provolone&lt;br /&gt;Real World/Road Rules:: the gauntlet. &lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys/*Nsync:: n sync&lt;br /&gt;Silver/gold:: white gold.&lt;br /&gt;Nike/Adidas:: adiddas&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds/Taco Bell:: taco bell.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet/sour:: both&lt;br /&gt;Punk/emo:: both&lt;br /&gt;Hot/cold:: neither. i like things perfect, darling!&lt;br /&gt;Winter/summer:: winter&lt;br /&gt;Spring/fall:: fall&lt;br /&gt;Operas/plays:: plays&lt;br /&gt;Read/watch tv:: i'd like to say read, but honestly, i'd go for the telly first&lt;br /&gt;Cd's/tapes:: cds&lt;br /&gt;Dvd's/vhs:: vintage vhs!&lt;br /&gt;Old/new:: old&lt;br /&gt;Shorts/skirts:: skirts&lt;br /&gt;Pink/red:: red&lt;br /&gt;Colored pictures/black and white photos:: both, if done right. hahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Meat/vegetables:: veggies&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food/chinese food:: chinese, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Commercials/infomercials:: infommercials&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies/comedies:: just good ones.&lt;br /&gt;Bikinis/one piece bathing suits:: neither. too much sun exposure. saving the skin from the uv, deary.&lt;br /&gt;Sandals/tennis shoes:: sandals&lt;br /&gt;Dogs/cats:: dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns/fairies:: my unicorn will stomp your fairy! &lt;br /&gt;Water/land:: land&lt;br /&gt;Sugar/spice:: ssssuuugggaa!&lt;br /&gt;Black/white:: both&lt;br /&gt;ribbons/bows:: bows!&lt;br /&gt;Chicken/beef:: chicken&lt;br /&gt;Colored christmas lights/regular white christmas lights:: coloured...all...over...the...place&lt;br /&gt;Cars/trucks:: cars&lt;br /&gt;Austin Powers/James Bond:: Bond for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn/pretzels:: popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Hip/hop:: i'll go for the hop&lt;br /&gt;Passionate kiss/peck:: whatever really&lt;br /&gt;WWE wrestling/ real wrestling:: neither&lt;br /&gt;Back rub/foot massage:: back rub&lt;br /&gt;Picture frames/photo albums:: albums&lt;br /&gt;Pens/pencils:: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Opinion Of The Following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem:: he's interesting. seems like he'd be fun to be around with. &lt;br /&gt;Virgins:: awesome.&lt;br /&gt;God:: glad i know Him, b/c it's pretty great to me.&lt;br /&gt;The Osbournes:: excuse me while i vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Reality TV:: no&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo::  no&lt;br /&gt;Religion:: very interesting&lt;br /&gt;Emo music:: good, to an extent. don't push it, boys.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day:: can suck it.&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera's comeback:: yo, she's just keeping it real, trick! she being who she's always been. so go have sex with her now, fool&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuals:: whatever. i hope people don't flip out, but i'm kinda sick of hearing about it all the time. that's all i hear about. the whole wedding thing. doesn't america have some bigger issues? why do we only focus on social ones? trust me, it is not just homosexuals, if i had been alive during the feminist movement, i would have gotten sick of hearing about it as well. just let people do whatever. leave me out of it and quit asking what i think.&lt;br /&gt;Abortion:: i wouldn't do it, but a woman does have the right to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Inter-racial relationships:: personally, i love them. like, sam has this love for gay guys? well, i love seeing two people from different races together. so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Murder:: not nice.&lt;br /&gt;Death:: doesn't move me much anymore. so if someone close to you dies, and i'm just don't say anything, don't take offense. i'm just numb to it all. that's what happens when close to everyone you love dies before you are out of your teens. i swear, maybe i'm a jinx. &lt;br /&gt;Obesity:: is not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Pre-marital sex:: just don't be a slut and pass all the diseases around. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism:: again, not nice.&lt;br /&gt;Pornography:: super funny.&lt;br /&gt;Fortune Tellers:: no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Threesomes:: no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Prostitution:: don't do it. b/c someone will sleep with you, then run you over and take their money back.&lt;br /&gt;Politics:: crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Country music:: whatever. some good. some bad.&lt;br /&gt;George W. Bush:: he's no good. but he's not bad either. no one is going to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Cloning:: no&lt;br /&gt;Britney's boobs:: uhh..no.&lt;br /&gt;Gas prices in America:: not nearly as bad as Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Think Of When You Hear These Common Names?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:: Skellington&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany:: 80's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Ben:: lives in an igloo b/c he's an eskimo.&lt;br /&gt;Maria:: green day&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer:: i don't think of anything or anyone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nicole:: Anna! ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Amy:: Grant?&lt;br /&gt;Adam:: and Eve&lt;br /&gt;Richard:: dick&lt;br /&gt;Arnold:: the governah!&lt;br /&gt;Tom:: myspace&lt;br /&gt;Melissa:: mcconnel&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte:: 's Web&lt;br /&gt;Harold:: you know who.&lt;br /&gt;John:: Doe&lt;br /&gt;Joel:: what happened to joel?&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa:: kim h.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:: paul&lt;br /&gt;Kevin:: Sorbo...Hercules!&lt;br /&gt;Brent:: damn pretty boy.&lt;br /&gt;Jake:: hollinshead&lt;br /&gt;Billy:: good charlotte dude. he's hot. i'd rape him.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah:: damn..that..common..name...&lt;br /&gt;Natalie:: imbruglia married daniel johns&lt;br /&gt;Christy:: my mommy&lt;br /&gt;Nick:: santa claus&lt;br /&gt;Linda:: RUSHING!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:: hanson&lt;br /&gt;Jordan:: from new kids on the block can i getta what what&lt;br /&gt;Jamie:: my bro's friend&lt;br /&gt;Adrian:: i don't know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooned anyone:: no&lt;br /&gt;Been on a diet:: haven't we all&lt;br /&gt;Been to a foreign country:: yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone:: yep yep yep&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed a tooth/cap/filling:: no no no&lt;br /&gt;Swear at a teacher:: not one purpose. i've let it slip though. they don't like that&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an lj member via emails or instant messages::uhh. yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Got in a fight:: verbally&lt;br /&gt;Dated a teacher:: not yet..... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you peed your pants:: shhh....yes.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about killing your enemy:: oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping:: no.&lt;br /&gt;Met another lj member in the flesh:: i know lj people. does that count?&lt;br /&gt;Told a little white lie:: many.&lt;br /&gt;Told a secret you swore not to tell:: oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything:: hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;Misused a swear word and it sounded absolutely stupid:: no. b/c i'm bitchy smart! yeah, shit!&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV:: does local count?&lt;br /&gt;Been on the radio:: no&lt;br /&gt;Been in a mosh pit:: the outskirts&lt;br /&gt;Been to a concert:: oh yes. i need a concert fix, actually&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends:: umm,...&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it makes you cry:: sure &lt;br /&gt;Deceived somebody close to you:: probably. b/c i'm horrible&lt;br /&gt;Been to a rodeo:: hahha....yes. never again&lt;br /&gt;Got to ride on a firetruck:: uhh..my dad's a fireman....what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying:: yes. i almost choaked oh the body of Christ at church once. thanks sam.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a bf/gf:: never.&lt;br /&gt;Gave someone a piggy back ride:: for sure!&lt;br /&gt;Terrorized a babysitter:: i was the babysitter terrorized&lt;br /&gt;Made a mud pie:: so so many...&lt;br /&gt;Been so drunk you don't remember your name:: no. i always remember my name. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Felt like the 3rd wheel:: all the time!&lt;br /&gt;Smoked:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Written a love letter:: kinda&lt;br /&gt;Written a love poem:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Participated in an orgy:: umm..no. no. no.no.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen a kiss:: no but maybe i just will.....&lt;br /&gt;Had a friend steal your bf/gf:: sort of. i really liked this guy, told my friend, so she cheated on her bf with him and then started dating the guy i like. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a speeding ticket:: hahhaha...yes&lt;br /&gt;Done jail time:: not yet....&lt;br /&gt;Had to wear a uniform to work:: yes. bloody shoney's. special shoes. special everything. die.&lt;br /&gt;Won a trophy:: yes. i was a very good clogger. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in public:: i would say no, but too many people were witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;Bowled a perfect game:: no way&lt;br /&gt;Taken ballet/karate lessons:: no. but maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;Attempted suicide:: never attempted&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourself:: .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play with Barbies/G.I. Joes:: both. loved them&lt;br /&gt;Did you own Treasure Trolls:: YES! I LOVED THEM&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch Beverly Hills 90210:: hell no.&lt;br /&gt;Did you play Simon Says:: yep&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch Fraggle Rock:: "dance your cares away, worries for another day"&lt;br /&gt;Did you wet the bed:: i don't remember. prollie&lt;br /&gt;Did you believe there were monsters in your closet or under your bed:: man, i still get freaked out about underneath my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear the underwear with the days of the week on them:: nope. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;Were you shy:: very&lt;br /&gt;Were you spoiled:: a bit&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to the circus:: once i did. good stuff&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to the zoo:: i think...can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Were you in a car accident:: no. no. no. no.&lt;br /&gt;Did you build snowmen:: rarely enough snow.&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry when you scraped your knee::probably&lt;br /&gt;Were your older cousins mean to you:: cousins? no. brothers? yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you think slinkies were cool:: loved them. still do. i'm easily amused&lt;br /&gt;Did you think the Ninja Turtles really lived in the sewer:: maybe....&lt;br /&gt;Were you afraid of the dark:: not really&lt;br /&gt;Did you have slumber parties:: oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you have New Kids on the Block sheets, pillows, pajamas, sleeping bag?: no, just the cassette. we were poor. &lt;br /&gt;Did you tease your hair out like Tiffany:: hell no.&lt;br /&gt;Did you believe in the Easter Bunny/Santa Claus/ and the Tooth Fairy:: oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in aliens:: don't talk to me about aliens&lt;br /&gt;Name three things that are next to your computer:: cds, camera, water&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any hidden talents:: maybe&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish MTV would play music videos:: yeah, but i'd still bitch about what they played&lt;br /&gt;If you were to star in a movie, what kind of movie would it be:: an indie flick.&lt;br /&gt;What would your movie star name be:: Sarah Beth&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports:: no thankyou&lt;br /&gt;What's the scariest movie you've ever seen:: signs&lt;br /&gt;What is the best movie you've seen in the theater or rented recently:: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind (theatre) and Lost in Translation (rented)&lt;br /&gt;What is the dumbest movie you've ever seen:: cube&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive:: that i do.&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream car:: i don't have one. prollie a hybrid. save the earth, yo.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your good looking:: honestly? no. but let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;Do others think you are good looking:: again, let's not go there&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever sky dive:: sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Bigfoot:: yes&lt;br /&gt;How many rooms do you have in your house:: 5 bdr, 3 bath, bird sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of roller coasters:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Satan:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is a heaven:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is a hell:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pooltable:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a pool:: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dishwasher in your kitchen:: no. :(&lt;br /&gt;Do you like chocolate:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Who/what is on your 2004 calender:: The Grateful Dead&lt;br /&gt;How many U.S. states have you been to:: ummm...a few.&lt;br /&gt;Ever wished on a shooting star:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Best Halloween costume you ever wore:: ballerina gorrilla&lt;br /&gt;Do you carry any weapons on you:: just the best "get the hell away from me" look ever!&lt;br /&gt;What is your weakness:: i have a lot &lt;br /&gt;Name something you can't get enough of:: music, art, thinking&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself in 3 adjectives:: no.&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have:: 1, maybe 2&lt;br /&gt;Future daughters names:: can't tell you, you'll steal.&lt;br /&gt;Future sons names:: see above&lt;br /&gt;What is your ideal way to die:: something epic. that everyone is forced to remember&lt;br /&gt;How do you release stress:: Music&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a trendy person:: could be if i want to&lt;br /&gt;Are you an artisitic person:: i think so&lt;br /&gt;Are you a realistic person?:: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you un-tie your shoes every time you take them off:: no&lt;br /&gt;Are you a strong person:: not really. but i try&lt;br /&gt;Are you a strong willed person:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person to e-mail you:: uhhh..prollie junk&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person to IM you:: samantha&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate chain e-mails:: with a passion&lt;br /&gt;Are you a deep sleeper:: not really&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good story teller:: i think so.&lt;br /&gt;What do you believe is your best quality:: ummmm.....i don't know. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest accomplishment:: not killing myself yet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to burn candles or incense:: yes. damn dorm room&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own credit card:: sorta&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you win the lotto. What do you do with all that money?:: runaway.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a check book:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your drivers licence:: no. doesn't look like me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you tan easily:: i try to not tan.&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair naturally:: light brownish&lt;br /&gt;How many fillings do you have:: i don't know, actually&lt;br /&gt;How many cavities did you have at your last dentist visit:: ?&lt;br /&gt;Worst feeling in the world?: being lonely&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world:: for me, feeling important, needed. that i matter. and that if i wasn't around, it would affect atleast someone.&lt;br /&gt;Is the glass half empty or half full:: both&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you downloaded:: radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch yourself using online terms in your real life?:: what? no.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think people think of you:: i think they think everything i don't want them to think.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a likeable person:: i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge would they call it FED UP:: you suck, maker of this survey.&lt;br /&gt;When are you moving:: asap&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite phrase:: "my dick feels like corn!"&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/6053443-108114115998556168?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108114115998556168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108114115998556168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108114115998556168' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108110532523042300</id><published>2004-04-04T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T14:17:55.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i am a loser geek, crazy with an evil streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend has been pretty boring, but kinda interesting at the same time. i'm sure there is 101 production things i could have done, but really, that't the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like this new week is going to go good. i'm not sure why. but i feel optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very excited about my deviantART page. maybe i'm reading into it too much. but maybe I should just major in art. i know i'll enjoy it, and i can always get some job, if push comes to shove, as long as i have a degree. and maybe, if i try hard enough, i'll be the artist i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Two Hookers" by MSI *they are taking over me, sam. their plan is being fulfilled. soon, i'll be consumed. a fan. singing along.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Meng! Now you are a pirate! Congratulations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108110532523042300?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108110532523042300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108110532523042300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108110532523042300' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108104146311244164</id><published>2004-04-03T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T20:21:25.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ultimate Of The Moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 9 songs of the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Nobody Loves Me" by Portishead&lt;br /&gt;2. "Playground Love" by Air&lt;br /&gt;3. "Cherry Lips" by Garbage&lt;br /&gt;4. "Clarissa" by Mindless Self Indulgence&lt;br /&gt;5. "Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Joy Division&lt;br /&gt;6. "The Morning Rain" by The Sleepy Jackson&lt;br /&gt;7. "No, No, No" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;8. "White Men in Black Suits" by Everclear&lt;br /&gt;9. "Is She Weird" by the Pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 9 sites of the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviantART &lt;/a&gt;*i dare you to find me*&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; *look mine up, fool*&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://neighborhoodies.com/catalog/default.php"&gt;Neighborhoodies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi"&gt;Nation States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;Internet Movie Datbase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.circlemakers.org/exhibit_a.html"&gt;Circlemakers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.platinumgrit.com/kitka.html"&gt;Kitka &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.goodrags.com"&gt;Good Rags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.chozy.com"&gt;Chozy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 9 pastimes of the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. swapping songs via AIM with sammy&lt;br /&gt;2. taking care of the tatt *it's scabbing! yay!*&lt;br /&gt;3. watching movies i've seen a gazillion times&lt;br /&gt;4. submitting stuff on deviantART&lt;br /&gt;5. marvelling at how cold my room is&lt;br /&gt;6. daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;7. having a headache, apparently. blah.&lt;br /&gt;8. listening to new music&lt;br /&gt;9. browsing the net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 9 random objects of the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cure's drumstick&lt;br /&gt;2. 4 half empty dasani bottles&lt;br /&gt;3. black nail polish&lt;br /&gt;4. rachel's 10 pairs of all stars&lt;br /&gt;5. my little coffin that i keep coins in&lt;br /&gt;6. a magnet that says "fink"&lt;br /&gt;7. my "to do" list from a week ago&lt;br /&gt;8. saline solution&lt;br /&gt;9. aca catalog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 9 inside jokes of the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gazing at the stars, smoking an exotic cig, having a romantic moment.&lt;br /&gt;2. alaska loves you. we're building you an igloo.&lt;br /&gt;3. that damn hypochondriac&lt;br /&gt;4. the princess bride. that little boy.&lt;br /&gt;5. jay&lt;br /&gt;6. and the pickles....&lt;br /&gt;7. he's a pocket emo!&lt;br /&gt;8. let's silly string them, with panty hose on our heads, so they don't know who it is.&lt;br /&gt;9. bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 9 things to accomplish soon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. see the Passion&lt;br /&gt;2. study&lt;br /&gt;3. clean&lt;br /&gt;4. start packing things up&lt;br /&gt;5. find a job&lt;br /&gt;6. get the citrus ones &lt;br /&gt;7. sew some patches&lt;br /&gt;8. get a replacement for the zebra *rip, zebra bag*&lt;br /&gt;9. do taxes *haha, i suck*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really is cold in this dorm. i think it got colder when i turned the heat on. figures. &lt;br /&gt;can't believe this semester is coming to a close. can't believe i did worse this semester than last. don't know what i'm going to tell the dad. i'm really praying things will work out. geez, it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108104146311244164?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108104146311244164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108104146311244164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108104146311244164' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108087556636272770</id><published>2004-04-01T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:16:25.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; and the whole world loves it when you sing the blues...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i swear, my mind just goes blank when this "new post" page shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wit. i really didn't like that movie. i feel like there is a possiblity i would have if my life had not have played out like it did. or not really my life, but her life. it just hurt, being reminded of what she went through. for 5 years. i'd blocked it out. as much as one can block something like that out. b/c it's easier that way. i don't want to forget anything. any memories. but it is just easier to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so "jay" i am glad you stole me away. i'm glad you manage to put up with me. b/c i know. i'm a bitch. well, some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can i say, yes to smiling buddha? um, any piercing i need, that's where i'm going. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a real problem with holding grudges. i just can't help it. i don't like letting people off easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, armor for sleep. not once, but two times coming to atl this summer. i'll be there. unless emmanuel shows up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Angel's Son" by Sevendust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108087556636272770?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108087556636272770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108087556636272770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087556636272770' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108076338703015700</id><published>2004-03-31T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T15:06:44.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; Part and part and inch my inch, You'll have your mile when its through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to type a lot. but i don't feel like it anymore. because it will fall on deaf ears. or those ears just won't get it. or just won't care. so i'm leaving it at this. maybe i don't want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Clean" by Depeche Mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108076338703015700?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108076338703015700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108076338703015700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108076338703015700' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108062454984379179</id><published>2004-03-30T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:32:45.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; Of The Moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "This Is What I Do" by Rhett Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONVERSATION OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Me: what kind of rice?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Meng: steamed rice.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Me: just plain white rice?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Meng: fried rice is for white people&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Me: hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.oldmencrying.com/"&gt;this is really sad, but oddly interesting. makes me wanna cry, i swear.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THING OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; a&amp;d ointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; you. yes you. except for.....you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108062454984379179?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108062454984379179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108062454984379179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108062454984379179' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108052454720769665</id><published>2004-03-28T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:46:00.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i see it around me, i see it in everything. i could be so much more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jenn's this weekend and krystal came with. krystal really supplied the way. big ups for that. got a new tattoo. if ya wanna know more then come a see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i'm thinking...changes. changes will be happening soon. hopefully. b/c change can be nothing but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta lotta stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Knife Party" by the Deftones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108052454720769665?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108052454720769665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108052454720769665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052454720769665' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108052291290327175</id><published>2004-03-28T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:18:46.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stole this. b/c i'm good at stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Using band names, spell out your name: &lt;br /&gt;Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;Armor For Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Rainer Maria&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A's &lt;br /&gt;Hey Mercedes&lt;br /&gt;2)have you ever had a song written about you? not that i can remember. but songs about chicks named sarah abound.&lt;br /&gt;3)what song makes you cry? "Thinking About Forever" by P.O.D.&lt;br /&gt;4)what song makes you happy? "I Wanna Get A Mowhawk (But Mom Won't Let Me) by AFI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a p p e a r a n c e &lt;br /&gt;height: 5'7".&lt;br /&gt;hair color: black as black can be.&lt;br /&gt;skin color: super duper pale&lt;br /&gt;eye color: green/blue&lt;br /&gt;piercings: 3 ear, 1 tragus, 1 eyebrow (yes, retired) 1 nose&lt;br /&gt;tattoos: 2&lt;br /&gt;scars: lots. generally, no good stories behind them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r i g h t n o w &lt;br /&gt;what color pants are you wearing?: my striped pjs. &lt;br /&gt;what song are you listening to?: "Last Summer" by the lostprophets&lt;br /&gt;what taste is in your mouth?: diet coke w/ lime &lt;br /&gt;how are you? you don't want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d o y o u &lt;br /&gt;get motion sickness?: if i'm not driving i do.&lt;br /&gt;have a bad habit? lots.&lt;br /&gt;get along with your parents?: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;like to drive?: very very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f a v o r i t e s &lt;br /&gt;book: oh, various books. can we talk about this later over a latte? okay. &lt;br /&gt;alcoholic drink: i don't have a favorite. i have some dislikes though.&lt;br /&gt;thing to do on the weekend: what i would like to do or what i actually do?&lt;br /&gt;movie: lots. again, over that latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h a v e y o u &lt;br /&gt;broken the law: of course.&lt;br /&gt;ran away from home: not yet.&lt;br /&gt;snuck out of the house: yeah&lt;br /&gt;ever gone skinny dipping: no. &lt;br /&gt;made a prank phone call: oh please. i was 10 once.&lt;br /&gt;been in a school play: our school sucked. but lots of church plays.&lt;br /&gt;ever broken a bone: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l o v e &lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend/Boyfriend: nope&lt;br /&gt;sexuality: straight&lt;br /&gt;current crush: nothing worth talking about&lt;br /&gt;been in love: i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;had a hard time getting over someone: yeah&lt;br /&gt;been hurt: yeah&lt;br /&gt;your greatest regret: i don't have any regarding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r a n d o m &lt;br /&gt;your cd player has in it right now: jeff buckley&lt;br /&gt;what makes you happy: the thought of living through this all and meeting up with a good future&lt;br /&gt;if you were characterized by any 80’s hair band which would it be and why: as Freddie Mercury rolls around in his grave from meagan's answer, i'm going to say, i would be associated with a hair band, and instead, would go for Depeche Mode, The Smiths, Blondie, and Billy Idol. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t &lt;br /&gt;time you cried: none of your business&lt;br /&gt;you got e-mail: today.&lt;br /&gt;thing you purchased: food from the barrel. of course, technically, my dad purchased that.&lt;br /&gt;thing you peed on: ummm...you. you freak. who ask that?&lt;br /&gt;person you smacked with a latex glove like you were a nazi: i generally try not to act like a nazi.&lt;br /&gt;person you talked to: myself, prollie.&lt;br /&gt;person you kissed: well geez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u r t h o u g h t s o n &lt;br /&gt;the government: sucks. anarchy!&lt;br /&gt;spice girls: don't we all just miss them? tisk tisk.&lt;br /&gt;dreams: important. the reveal a lot generally.&lt;br /&gt;School: formal education is just a quick way to dumb the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Money: don't have it.&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/6053443-108052291290327175?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108052291290327175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108052291290327175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052291290327175' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108027286212779593</id><published>2004-03-25T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T22:51:11.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; I think you like to be the victim, I think you like to be in pain, I think you make yourself the victim almost every single day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly, feel horrible right now. i'm dissapointed in so much. this just hit me. i don't want to get into it. b/c no one ever understands. can i really expect them to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam and i cooked ourselves a nice little dinner tonight. it was awesome. now i have a huge mess to tend to. but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks JuneK for that email! that was really nice of you, to take the time to do that. Pretty accurate actually. Kinda freaky. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i don't know if it can get worse. i don't think it can. it's at the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Everything To Everyone" by Everclear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108027286212779593?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108027286212779593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108027286212779593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027286212779593' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108009483483359988</id><published>2004-03-23T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:24:01.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; and better things, like winter flings, and longing after spring has sprung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowie. i want to see bowie...sooooo...badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do my taxes stuff. but, all these papers, they are like a foreign language. i don't remeber some of these things from previous years. uh, i hate this stuff. can't i just not? haha..i think i can, and it means....jail. well, atleast in jail i'd have shelter, 3 meals a day, and lots of friends. doesn't sound too bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i just want to be a good person. i want people to respect me and when they think of me, not think "oh she's weird/a freak/snobby/boring/mean." i want to be liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it with today and everyone updating an obscene amount? i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, i'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;. i wish more people were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Snowbirds and Townies" by Further Seems Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108009483483359988?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108009483483359988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108009483483359988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009483483359988' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108009442586717769</id><published>2004-03-23T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:17:12.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i stole it from you, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now: a mix, right now, it's on Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;C - Career in future: don't know yet. something cool that will make you all so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name: dad&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: that's a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite song at the moment: hmm, "How To Fix Everything" by Bayside&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: worms for sure. especially the sour kind.&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: heewaseesee&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments: that i play? or that i like?&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: student/professional moocher&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: nope. none. not right now.&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest car ride ever: hmm, all the way to wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: mom&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of siblings: 2 real, 2 fake *the steps love it when i call them fake, haha*&lt;br /&gt;O - Oldest sibling: my oldest brother&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia[s]: too many to name..here's 1:eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote you like: "Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead."&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: that there is some good left in people&lt;br /&gt;S - Song you sang last: umm, "Pointless Forever" by Armor For Sleep&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: it varies&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: but then it'll be known? &lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: brandon, tomatos are fruits. i hate brussel sprouts. or i think i do.&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: i have a lot. probably being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: my foot, like, a gazillion times&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food: oh, there's lots of yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: scorpio. JuneK, what does that mean? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108009442586717769?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108009442586717769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108009442586717769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009442586717769' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108007553856634638</id><published>2004-03-23T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T16:02:24.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/methebetter2/1078204426_kwishmine1.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x88401e8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Punk Boy Kiss! You met your cutie at that&lt;br&gt;concert last week... Instead of bringin home&lt;br&gt;some CDs and a shirt... you brought home him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/methebetter2/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Hot%20Boy%20Kiss%20are%20you%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of Hot Boy Kiss are you??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&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/6053443-108007553856634638?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108007553856634638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108007553856634638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108007553856634638' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-108001020229136658</id><published>2004-03-22T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:53:27.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; the sharper the edge, the cleaner the wound. so i'll be keeping it dull tonight, for i deserve to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm retiring the eyebrow ring. i think it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just not patient enough. i feel like i want so much, and can't have it right now. from little things like tattoos to big things like getting out of this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need someone. someone who will always be there to tell me what i need to hear (the right things) that will really help me. they should sell those type of people somewhere. just someone who's soul purpose was to give you the answers. or at least really good hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt;"How To Fix Everything" by Bayside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Jenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-108001020229136658?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108001020229136658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/108001020229136658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001020229136658' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982772135767076</id><published>2004-03-20T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:12:04.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so wasn't all that lovely? too many quizzes. i was going to post my results to one quiz about grammar, but for some reason, the author of the quiz has put a picture of Hitler with the results saying you have great grammar. that kind of freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982772135767076?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982772135767076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982772135767076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982772135767076' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982759927711554</id><published>2004-03-20T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:10:02.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/francescadez/1063165702_atinmaster.jpg" border="0" alt="I am the Master of the Universe!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Magister Mundi sum!&lt;br /&gt;"I am the Master of the Universe!"&lt;br /&gt;You are full of yourself, but you're so cool you&lt;br&gt;probably deserve to be.  Rock on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/francescadez/quizzes/Which%20Weird%20Latin%20Phrase%20Are%20You%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982759927711554?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982759927711554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982759927711554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982759927711554' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982733388791785</id><published>2004-03-20T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:05:36.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/pacosmotorbike/1056345190_esClarissa.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8abe780)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are CLARISSA EXPLAINS IT ALL.  She is a rad&lt;br&gt;chick with absolutely no fashion sense.  If you&lt;br&gt;are a guy and chose this... you are gay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pacosmotorbike/quizzes/Which%20old%20school%20Nickelodeon%20show%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which old school Nickelodeon show are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982733388791785?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982733388791785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982733388791785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982733388791785' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982728930297403</id><published>2004-03-20T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:04:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Cimorene/1079724569_Aarrersandseamstress.jpg" border="0" alt="Aragorn and Arwen"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your ideal Middle-Earth parents are Aragorn and&lt;br&gt;Arwen!  They are the king and queen of Gondor,&lt;br&gt;which makes you a prince or princess.  Not too&lt;br&gt;shabby, huh?  Youll get to take over the&lt;br&gt;kingdom someday.  Look at you, all&lt;br&gt;heir-to-the-throne-y!  Oh, did I mention that&lt;br&gt;you are gorgeous?  Your Middle-Earth mama is&lt;br&gt;practically a supermodel, while your&lt;br&gt;Middle-Earth dad managed to turn heads at&lt;br&gt;eighty-seven years old.  Youve hit the genetic&lt;br&gt;lottery, my friend!  Your last name is&lt;br&gt;Telcontar and you live in the city of Minas&lt;br&gt;Tirith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Middle-Earth mama is Arwen Undomiel.  She is&lt;br&gt;an elf but gave up her immortality to be with&lt;br&gt;your dad.  If you do something bad she will&lt;br&gt;probably lower her head in sorrow and shed a&lt;br&gt;tear or two, which, although it may not be her&lt;br&gt;intention, is major guilt tripping.  Through&lt;br&gt;Arwen you are related to Elrond and Celebrian&lt;br&gt;(your grandfather and grandmother) and Celeborn&lt;br&gt;and Galadriel (your great-grandparents).  She&lt;br&gt;is also a link to your uncles Elladan and&lt;br&gt;Elrohir, who spoil you rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Middle-Earth dad is Aragorn.  Since he became&lt;br&gt;king he has been going by King Elessar, but he&lt;br&gt;has a lot of other names too.  He is an amazing&lt;br&gt;warrior and will teach you everything he knows.&lt;br&gt;Some dads play football with their kids - your&lt;br&gt;dad gave you your first sword at the age of&lt;br&gt;three!  Aragorn is the disciplinarian, and&lt;br&gt;since your grandfather Elrond raised him he is&lt;br&gt;very stern when necessary.  Just behave&lt;br&gt;yourself and you should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you liked my quiz.  Please rate it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Cimorene/quizzes/Which%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20couple%20would%20be%20your%20dream%20parents%3F%20Pictures%20and%20longish%20answers./"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Lord of the Rings couple would be your dream parents? Pictures and longish answers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982728930297403?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982728930297403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982728930297403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982728930297403' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982714629717943</id><published>2004-03-20T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:02:28.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/evilxelf/1073106740_Mariaghost.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8ab86bc)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ghost or spirit: You are a lost soul. Very calm and&lt;br&gt;sweet, you are often the one who asks: What if?&lt;br&gt;With a clever mind, you want to explore the&lt;br&gt;world on a different level. Without the&lt;br&gt;answers, you aren't ready to move on. You are&lt;br&gt;most likely very creative and find yourself&lt;br&gt;thinking things through on a different level.&lt;br&gt;(please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilxelf/quizzes/**Where%20will%20you%20go%20when%20you%20die%3F**(now%20with%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;**Where will you go when you die?**(now with pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982714629717943?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982714629717943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982714629717943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982714629717943' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982692600047646</id><published>2004-03-20T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:58:48.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WhiteWhispers/1075664430_kdoomshort.jpg" border="0" alt="DesireDarkness"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Darkness. You Truly Desire Darkness. You wish&lt;br&gt;everyone around you was either dead, or&lt;br&gt;worshipping you. To you, life is not a gift,&lt;br&gt;but a punishment. You have no consideration for&lt;br&gt;others and do as you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE RATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WhiteWhispers/quizzes/What%20Do%20You%20Truly%20Desire%3F%20*PICS*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Do You Truly Desire? *PICS*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982692600047646?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982692600047646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982692600047646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982692600047646' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982681010634210</id><published>2004-03-20T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:56:52.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/elecid/1079478003_poetsplath.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x88b5638)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Sylvia Plath!  She committed suicide by&lt;br&gt;shoving her head in a gas oven.&lt;br&gt;Congratulations!  She was mentally troubled&lt;br&gt;throughout her life, and toyed with the idea of&lt;br&gt;suicide many times.  She wrote brilliant and&lt;br&gt;insightful poetry, although it was all&lt;br&gt;autobiographical; poor sylvia had a hard time&lt;br&gt;getting outside herself, and her connections&lt;br&gt;with members of the opposite sex were troubled&lt;br&gt;at best.  She has been picked up since her&lt;br&gt;death in the early sixties as a champion of the&lt;br&gt;feminist cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/elecid/quizzes/Which%20famous%20poet%20are%20you%3F%20(pictures%20and%20many%20outcomes)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which famous poet are you? (pictures and many outcomes)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982681010634210?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982681010634210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982681010634210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982681010634210' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982609458098018</id><published>2004-03-20T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:44:56.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are Sifl, big lovable Sifl with the strange&lt;br&gt;greenness.  You're laid back and um . .well&lt;br&gt;active  . . . think about that you're name&lt;br&gt;might be short for exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TemptressKitten/quizzes/What%20sifl%20and%20olly%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What sifl and olly character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982609458098018?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982609458098018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982609458098018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982609458098018' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982605161665209</id><published>2004-03-20T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:44:13.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are Kenny. You die a lot and are ressurected&lt;br&gt;pretty often. You may be called poor but who&lt;br&gt;gives a fuck, right? WATCH OUT FOR NEAR DEATH&lt;br&gt;EXPERIENCES. They may be more than near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/quietkittykat/quizzes/What%20South%20Park%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What South Park character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982605161665209?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982605161665209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982605161665209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982605161665209' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982547217596190</id><published>2004-03-20T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:34:34.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TangerineSketch/1069963376_CMyDocumentsEddie.gif" border="0" alt="Eddie"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Eddie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're amazing, you're hip and you really wish you&lt;br&gt;could eat whatever you pleased. How are those&lt;br&gt;girls in Hollywood doing it? Anyway, don't&lt;br&gt;worry, sweetie. Someday Saffie will leave.&lt;br&gt;You're fabulous, absolutely fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TangerineSketch/quizzes/Absolutely%20Fabulous-%20Who%20are%20you%2C%20darling%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Absolutely Fabulous- Who are you, darling?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982547217596190?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982547217596190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982547217596190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982547217596190' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982532892344919</id><published>2004-03-20T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:32:11.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kaylamarie/1078780499_ics2edward.jpg" border="0" alt="edward"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Edward from Edward Scissorhands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kaylamarie/quizzes/Which%20Johnny%20Depp%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Johnny Depp character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982532892344919?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982532892344919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982532892344919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982532892344919' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982519624436329</id><published>2004-03-20T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:29:58.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/crazygnome/1078099384_Picturessg.JPG" border="0" alt="sg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are...THE STONER CRAZED GNOME! All you care&lt;br&gt;about is getting baked, and most of the time&lt;br&gt;you are. Which in some ways, is ok. You would&lt;br&gt;be spotted with your lil'ceramic pipe, taking a&lt;br&gt;toke every time you thought no one was looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/crazygnome/quizzes/Which%20garden%20gnome%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which garden gnome are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982519624436329?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982519624436329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982519624436329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982519624436329' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107982511196045758</id><published>2004-03-20T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:28:34.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/InsanitySam19/1078869523_turesshirt.gif" border="0" alt="punk"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER&lt;br&gt;TITS FART TURD AND TWAT!  You curse more than&lt;br&gt;anybody I've ever met.  You like very short&lt;br&gt;songs with a great beat and few words.  Do you&lt;br&gt;have Tourettes?  Whatever, listen to the song&lt;br&gt;mkay?  You'll like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/InsanitySam19/quizzes/Which%20Blink%20182%20Song%20Are%20You%3F%20%207%20RESULTS!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Blink 182 Song Are You?  7 RESULTS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107982511196045758?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982511196045758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107982511196045758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982511196045758' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107976963675462161</id><published>2004-03-20T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T03:03:58.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a couple of small changes with my links. i have killed my fotopage, so from now on if you are interested in pictures of me &amp; things happening in my life, you'll have to visit my myspace.com page, which i have added the link for. so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107976963675462161?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107976963675462161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107976963675462161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107976963675462161' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107975136685792826</id><published>2004-03-19T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:59:27.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i had to post this b/c it was just so funny. i don't know how i managed to get this result, but it is a good movie. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tweak23/1059729444_zsecretary.jpg" border="0" alt="Secretary"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You must like to spank or be spanked, because your&lt;br&gt;romance is remeniscent of Secretary. A truly&lt;br&gt;modern love story, it shows that you don't need&lt;br&gt;to be conventional to be normal. You're&lt;br&gt;probably the type that owns a whole lot more&lt;br&gt;leather than what's upholstering your car or&lt;br&gt;sofa. Yeah, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tweak23/quizzes/What%20Romance%20Movie%20Best%20Represents%20Your%20Love%20Life%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&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/6053443-107975136685792826?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107975136685792826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107975136685792826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107975136685792826' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107975051556253561</id><published>2004-03-19T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:45:16.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i wanted more, than life could ever grant me&lt;br /&gt;some people just annoy the hell out of me. just kill me, i tell you. how come certain people can just do no wrong? whatever they say is taken as just fine because some freakish screw up in reality has deemed that person flawless. or no, flawed, but for some reason it is just okay to everyone when they are done wrong. i wish i could be that lucky. that i could be a bitch and everyone just didn't care and still worshiped afterwards like they had been bloody brainwashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a positive note, my&lt;em&gt;person of the extended moment&lt;/em&gt;  knows who they are. they were very kind and trusting to me, without actually knowing me. and even more importantly, the person has forgave and forgotten, and that just seems to never happen anymore. so i thank you for your kindness and helpful donation. if only more people cared nowadays about being decent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soul searching. been doing a lot of it lately (well, for like the last year or so). i really don't know what is going to happen with me. i'm pretty nervous that i'm going to do really bad in my classes this semester and either flunk out of college or lose HOPE. i don't know what it is i should do with my life and i don't know why it is so important to me to find out right this instance. all i really know is that i need a lot of improvement. a lot. i don't know what's happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do i want to start over so badly? just start everything over. new everything. i mean everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've also found myself recently really trying to prove to myself and the world that my life has had meaning. that i have good memories and have stories to tell. why do i need this kind of confirmation so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell am i ask you kids this? i know you all just read this and think "she's just melodramatic and like all the other kids. blah blah blah." i really should just save myself the time and embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt;"Today" by the Smashing Pumpkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107975051556253561?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107975051556253561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107975051556253561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107975051556253561' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107949549924449959</id><published>2004-03-16T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T22:54:56.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; the ocean sleeps upon a shelf, and if feeds my apathy&lt;br /&gt;thanks paul for being the first to trust me and donate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice weekend at jenn's. lucy is a damn cool dog and i know her and jenn are going to have a long, lovely life together. it is rough at first, jennifer darling, but give it time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sammy came up to heewaseesee with me for a couple of days. it was an excellent time. somehow, 2 adorable little mice found their way into my house. we didn't know this until we saw lizzy and shanika (my cats) playing with one. literally just tormenting it the poor thing. it was so awesome. i've never been so entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read something today that upset me. i was just so annoyed. and what's worse, it was like looking into a mirror, seeing how annoying i must be when i have my fits. but  i can't help feeling that what i read was so phony. so completely not genuine. just asking for attention. i hope that is not how i am perceived. probably is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what else bothers me? when you know, from previous experience, that someone drives you crazy. but they come back into your life, all charming and nice, and you forget about how horrible they are/are to you. then you just get let down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Asylum" by silverchair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107949549924449959?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107949549924449959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107949549924449959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949549924449959' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107906034003398089</id><published>2004-03-11T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:02:10.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think everyone will notice an addition to my site on the left had side of the page. looksy jenn, i did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107906034003398089?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107906034003398089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107906034003398089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906034003398089' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107896122680042079</id><published>2004-03-10T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T18:30:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wpi.edu/~psyci/johnstamos"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wpi.edu/~psyci/johnstamos/notstamos.jpg" width="300" height="100" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find Out If You Are John Stamos!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107896122680042079?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107896122680042079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107896122680042079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107896122680042079' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107894551029405498</id><published>2004-03-10T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T14:08:19.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; and i'm tired and i'm right and i'm wrong and it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my eyebrow right now. it is messing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed my economics test for sure. oh my goodness was it tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have way too many online things. too many. i think i'm going to terminate my fotopage, since i have a myspace page and you can post photos on it. then have that tickle thing. of course, i haven't cared about it in awhile. i think i'm just going to do blog &amp; myspace. yeah. that's what i think. well, and deviantART, but that's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just annoyed/grossed out jenn. which raised a good question in my mind. calling someone a "mother fucker" is no big deal, but saying "father fucker" is consider gross or funny or something. isn't that a bit of a double standard? why do the insults always have to be about mothers? i don't like that. well, i don't like that people would want to insult your parents or insult you by saying you "socialize" with parents, but the fact is people do. so why are the damn fathers getting off light? probably b/c men make the jokes.  now if that didn't sound feminist, then i don't know what does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "That Day" by Natalie Imbruglia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107894551029405498?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107894551029405498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107894551029405498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894551029405498' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107885719885232967</id><published>2004-03-09T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T13:39:31.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; burn my hands till i have nothing left to count my numbers on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, had an interesting im conversation last night. sluts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to see jenn this weekend. and taking sam to the wonderful would of heewaseesee. she's going to laugh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i should write some long entry so josh will actually give a damn. ;) but i really don't have much to say about anything. i mean, i'm super interesting right now. i have a econ. test i haven't studied for tonight. two test on thursday. &lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hearshot Kid Disaster" by C&amp;C (yes, they are all i've been listening to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Brandon, did you ever know that you are my hero? you're everything i wish i could be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Stay away from him and his magic wand." said by me to jenn about "harry potter"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107885719885232967?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107885719885232967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107885719885232967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885719885232967' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107879374203472065</id><published>2004-03-08T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T19:58:47.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening...&lt;/strong&gt; the album &lt;em&gt;The Second Stage Turbine Blade&lt;/em&gt; by Coheed &amp; Cambria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking...&lt;/strong&gt; this lovely Orange Mango drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating...&lt;/strong&gt; twix. b/c i'm healthy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; damn. this drink is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Needing...&lt;/strong&gt; to study and figure out apartment stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanting...&lt;/strong&gt; to run away and start something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admiring...&lt;/strong&gt; Lauren, for being able to do two things at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i registered for classes. looking pretty good. maybe after taking some of the classes i'm going to i'll figure out what it is i want to major in.&lt;br /&gt;jenn, you crack me up. sorry you some how got confused on when our spring break was.&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/6053443-107879374203472065?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107879374203472065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107879374203472065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879374203472065' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107871417118897636</id><published>2004-03-07T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:52:35.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; when your down on the floor bleeding bastard you'll be getting home real soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend was pretty good. concert was surprisingly enjoyable. i had a good time, and i'm very appreciative to the financer of the weekend, but something just really got me down though. really down. i just can't shake my dissappointment. i really don't feel like talk about the whole weekend though. maybe i post some of my crappy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;registering for classes tonight. so i'll be up. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Delirium Trigger" by Coheed &amp; Cambria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107871417118897636?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107871417118897636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107871417118897636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871417118897636' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107850263645599645</id><published>2004-03-05T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:06:58.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/energoncube/1078456217_izilllamia.jpg" border="0" alt="mia"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Mia Wallace! You like your men like you like&lt;br&gt;you're McDonalds, fast and every morning.&lt;br&gt;Sorry, I just wanted to make that joke. You're&lt;br&gt;not really that much of a slut, and however&lt;br&gt;slutty you are, you make up for it by being a&lt;br&gt;damn cool dancer. You'd probably make a crappy&lt;br&gt;tv secret agent (fox force five? what the hell)&lt;br&gt;but everything is cool as long as you watch out&lt;br&gt;for Vincent's stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/energoncube/quizzes/Which%20Pulp%20Fiction%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Pulp Fiction character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107850263645599645?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107850263645599645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107850263645599645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850263645599645' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107842484561063472</id><published>2004-03-04T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T13:30:25.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine jenn. i'll update. even though i'm really tired of all this. checking blogs and internet. blah.&lt;br /&gt;and you now i'll come visit you sweetie. maybe you can have all the ingredients when making your favorite drink this time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;and i did go read a book thank you very much. i finally started reading Catcher in the Rye, which i've wanted to read forever. &lt;br /&gt;you know, i know all that "never really know someone" shit. what i was talking about is how half of the people i am "friends" or whatever with, don't know me. b/c i have to be a different person for each person. that makes me sad. i feel like i know where i want to be as a person, but i can't because i have to be something else for people. that makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready for a change. but i can't. half of you people do have wrong assumptions about me. i hate it. you know nothing. and i'm sick of lying. i feel like i've been telling people lies all my life, and i hate it. i know that we can never truly "know" anyone or anything, but i sure as hell would atleast like to be surrounded by people that had a pretty good understanding.&lt;br /&gt;i want to paint. really badly.&lt;br /&gt;i researched anteaters today. stephen king, that bastard. i knew anteaters didn't have teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Sick Of It All" by the Distillers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107842484561063472?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107842484561063472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107842484561063472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842484561063472' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107826076240051065</id><published>2004-03-02T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:55:39.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sick of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored with the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of spending all this time conversing about the same meaningless shite over instant messanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;television is just lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video games are just going to convince me to inventually kill all those that oppose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of none of you knowing me. i'm sick of what you think you know and i'm sick of your assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really hate, that in a few days, i'll log onto blogger, write something about my day, post some lyric so someone will hopefully see what i'm really trying to say, and continue the whole cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me while i go read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hangin' Tree" QOTSA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107826076240051065?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107826076240051065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107826076240051065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826076240051065' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107809353313545187</id><published>2004-02-29T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:09:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; what makes it so easy for you to be walking by? what did i do that you can't seen to want me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really feel like saying anything. i feel sort of angry at everyone. not for a particular reason. but just angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Somewhere Down The Barrell" by the Dissociatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARTICLE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/4326340/"&gt;see? this is why I love england so much. things like this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME WASTER OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nationstates.net"&gt;at this site, you can create your own country. it can have any sort of politics you would like. you have a different issue each day to make a decision on to help your country grow. good fun.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDEO OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://fox302.com/index.pl?s=vf&amp;user=polm&amp;category=pics&amp;file=grocery_store_kid_no_candy.avi"&gt;Thanks to Josh, who thanks Laura, who prollie thanks some else for showing her this helpful reminder.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107809353313545187?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107809353313545187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107809353313545187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107809353313545187' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107781616634425678</id><published>2004-02-26T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T14:48:23.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?id=Yn7ulcyz7mbpis1_&amp;"&gt;take my lame little quiz if ya like...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/gollum.php"&gt;i dare you to not love this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/iraqi.php"&gt;and i really like this game. save the iraqi people from the americans.&lt;/a&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/6053443-107781616634425678?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107781616634425678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107781616634425678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107781616634425678' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107773418002540423</id><published>2004-02-25T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T13:39:09.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lent is a season of soul-searching and repentance.  It is a season for reflection and taking stock.  Lent originated in the very earliest days of the Church as a preparatory time for Easter, when the faithful rededicated themselves and when converts were instructed in the faith and prepared for baptism.  By observing the forty days of Lent, the individual Christian imitates Jesus' withdrawal into the wilderness for forty days.  Lent has ben observed in the church since apostolic times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It begins on Ash Wednesday.  We skip Sundays when we count the forty days, because Sundays commemorate the Resurrection. Lent begins on February 25, 2004 and ends on April 10, 2004."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107773418002540423?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107773418002540423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107773418002540423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107773418002540423' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107768650784461639</id><published>2004-02-25T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T12:06:51.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I feel the desire to renew myself, and try to apologize for the fact that my paintings are after all almost a cry of anguish..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107768650784461639?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107768650784461639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107768650784461639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768650784461639' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107768280914190574</id><published>2004-02-24T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:22:57.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; the winter is setting in to cover you in snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad. just all the sudden. it just hit me, but it feels like it was a long time coming. like someone just threw this insanely heavy blanket of saddness on top of me and i just don't have the strength to remove it. my computer is still being bad. &lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad josh has been so happy here of late, but it is sort of a double-edged sword. i'm happy for him, but what happens when everyone who is sad with you gets happy? i feel like that is what is happening. slowly, but still happening. what happens if you can't move past it? think of all the great writers, poets, and painters whose lives were just doomed for complete and ultimate depression; from beginning to end. what if that is my case, only they had some talent?&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i'm really happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;will someone please tell me what to major in? honestly?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i feel like everyone around me is dishonest to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should be flattered that she just seems to want to follow in my footsteps and do what i do. but it hurts that she gets the credit. and it hurts that they all love her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as hard as i try to be productive, and still end up lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so sleepy lately.&lt;br /&gt;you know, if i just failed now, everyone would get what they want. they would all get the satisfaction of me being a true failure and proving them all right. and then, i would be able to just do whatever, since i'd have no one to prove wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i care so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Miss America" by Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107768280914190574?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107768280914190574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107768280914190574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768280914190574' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107748322030597872</id><published>2004-02-22T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T17:14:07.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; you're a wet cigarette,you're always second best, and your never gonna give a shit about anybody but yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennifer came down to the 'boro this weekend. it was heaps of fun. we (me, jenn, lauren, krystal) all had fun watching movies, grilling out, and just hanging out. very good weekend. the highlight for me of course was our rivating game of Life. i did pretty damn well for someone who didn't go to college. &lt;br /&gt;i have so much crap to get done. and i'm just so lazy. i don't know where to start. but monday is the day. i'm going to get things done, for real. as much as i can. blah.&lt;br /&gt;i also added a link to junek's blog (that okay?) and fixed a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4" by Catch 22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107748322030597872?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107748322030597872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107748322030597872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107748322030597872' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107729307814966892</id><published>2004-02-20T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:09:01.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing laundry! i'm so proud of myself! it took some time to gather enough quarters, but i did. and now. i will wear clean clothes for once. &lt;br /&gt;since my dream-husband thinks i'm "adorable" and "cute," i decided to cut myself some cute, crazy, little bangs last night. i like it. they are all choppy an uneven. they just might be truly adorable. ;) and of course, i'll post pics on my &lt;a href="http://iamsa.fotopages.com"&gt;fotopage&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;--did i get it right, dave?&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited about this weekend. why? it's a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;i'm really excited about march coming up. i'm actually excited to go back home. of course, that won't be home probably for much longer; my dad is looking at houses closer to work. which i think is good. he's been driving that 2 &amp;1/2 hour commute for too long. and we are just alike. he's ready to get out of that little town as much as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Human Behaviour" by Bjork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107729307814966892?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107729307814966892'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; and though it may cost my soul, i'll sing for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went looking for an appartment today. it was interesting. going to look again tomorrow. i really want to find a reasonable 1 bedroom, but it's not looking good.&lt;br /&gt;jennifer, you shouldn't have sent that to me. you went and got me all excited and my hopes up. blah.&lt;br /&gt;man, i feel overwhelmed. i just want someone around that's soul purpose is to be there to encourage me and help me through all the uninteresting neccessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; that song from vice city, the "last night a dj saved my life" song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107716620083621778?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have some negative reactions. i'm not in the right mental state to be posting, but i'm sick of seeing all the happiness clouding the top of my site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy. i'm always sleepy. and i'm sick of love songs. all of them. even the ones about heartbreak. find something new to write about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "The Last Resort" by the Eagles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107704031114883797?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107704031114883797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107704031114883797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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York, or New Jersey, or some other northern state. it was weird. but the drive was good. so we get to the jacksonville area, and it's like, what? 5-6 lanes? so are exit is like 353 B so we pass 353A and we are figure, ya know, exits are on the right side, so we are all the way on the right side, and then i look up and see 353C, and i think "uhh, no." and i look over and our exit is all the way on the left! so i'm like, "go! now! left!" and sam, in her amazing drive skills, did correctly and just, shabam, crossed all those lanes supe fast and we barely, i mean, barely made our exit. it was crazy! then we drove up and down the road the venue was on trying to find it, and finally we had to call them. so it is like 6.15, and the doors don't open till 8.00. we wanted to make sure we were first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we've never been to this venue before, and we get there, both having to piss like crazy, so we go in, and the guy at the desk, oh my goodness, his face was hilarious. he could not believe how early we were, he was so confused. but even though they technically weren't open to public and all, he let us use the toliet anyways. now, i need to remind everyone that Armor for Sleep and all the bands playing, are just indie bands. nothing big, huge, and famous. but on the way to the bathroom, who do we pass? yes our favorite members from AFS. we should have said something. we should have. but we were too like, "whoa." so we go to the incredibly gross bathroom and giggle about it, and then go talk business to the guy at the front desk some more. he tells us that the doors don't open till 8, and that we could stay in there (it was  cold and rainy outside) till like, 7.30, so we go out the the vehicle and eat some food and giggle somemore. then we go wait inside a bit more. all sorts of various members from all the bands are around. then eventually we have to go start the line outside. so we waited at the door forever. they didn't open the doors till after 8.30, but we were still first, so it's okay. so we go stand in front of the stage. now this venue was also a pizza place. it was more like the place people go, just so see who's playing. but we were like, front in center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first band, emmanuel, was setting up their equipment when we got in. who walks out their to like, check on them? none other than Ben Jorgensen, the singer/guitarist of Armor for Sleep. he's right there. beside us. so sam, being the awesome "rebal" she is, is like "i've got to talk to him." so she grabs my arm, and introduces herself. they chat for like, 5 seconds, then he had to leave to take a phone call. he's like "i'll be right back." i'm thinking, no he won't. but he did. he came back out and talked with us. it was so funny b/c sam told him that we went to the Atl concert and then came down for this one, and he just looks at us and says "why?" he was just so shocked, like you two are crazy. so we all chatted a bit, we got some useful info from him (they are touring for another 6 months and want to do midtown) then he had to go. it was awesome i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so emmanuel plays. did i mention earlier that the venue was horrible? yeah, emmanuel played in the dark b/c the people couldn't figure out the lights. after they played they figured them out, and the AKA's came on. they were awesome, just like in atlanta. we were so close, it was insane. i was hit  with the mic cord twice. but it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came Armor For Sleep. they were a bit more crazy and energetic this time. again, the venue sucked, so you couldn't even hear the singing for like, the first 3 songs. but they were awesome. i was convinced i was going to get knocked in the head by either ben's guitar or head, he was so close. i mean, i could feel a breeze from his movements. it was insane. their set was great. and of course, at the end the drumsticks were thrown. that's all i wanted a drumstick. so one falls near me to the left on the floor. i was going to go for it, but then one fell on the stage right in front of me. i went to grab it, but missed so sam grabs it and then she starts literally fighting for it with some other fan. it was hilarious. that, everyone, is a true friend. so i look to see if that other one was there and it was so i grabbed it and stopped sam from clawing anyone's eyes out. so yes, i got my drumstick! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we weren't sure about staying for silverstein, but we decided to give them another chance. and i liked them this time around. good fun. sammy sang into the mic. this one kid tried repeatedly to stage dive successfully. it was fun seeing donny osmond screaming like that. oh yeah, by the way, the silverstein singer looks like donny osmond, so that's his code name. other code names include "cure" "towns county" and "wesley from the princess bride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stills doesn't seem like last night happened. it doesn't seem like sam and i drove to florida, saw an awesome concert, and came back. that's so wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "November" by Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah: "It's a kitten." Sam: "You sick fuck." *referring to what was in the stray dogs mouth.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://iamsa.fotopages.com"&gt;my fotopage, full of concert goodiness.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107687202735323123?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107687202735323123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107687202735323123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687202735323123' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107678327366764473</id><published>2004-02-14T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T13:30:27.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='1' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=spiralinghalo&amp;meme=1062188455' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What is your emo band name? by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/spiralinghalo'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;spiralinghalo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Your band name is:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Scatter My Heartbeat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;You sound like:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Muse&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;You will be signed to:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Warner Bros. 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but it was. we finally got to our exit, followed our directions well, but of course, me being the all-knowing person i am, got in the wrong lane and missed our turn. so i turned around. missed it again going the other direction. sam's getting a little nervous at this time. i have an awesome sense of direction, i wasn't worried. so i turned. and turned. i was going to turn around and go the way the direction said, but for some reason, i just kept going. we went from being like "damn, this is the rich part of downtown atl" to "in the ghetto..." at this point, sam is not talking to me and very very nervous. so i'm mad she's so freaked out, and viola, there we are on the road we were trying to get to. yes, i know. i kick ass. sam was amazed that i did that, but i think she realized that i just got lucky. so there we were, at the masquerade. to make things even better, parking was free. hell yeah. so we wait in line and all. the show was supposed to start at 6 and we were late, but it turns out, too our luck, the sound check had been late as well. so it hadn't started. there were heaps of high schoolers there which gave sammy bammy and myself plenty to make fun of. the first band, One Way Letter, did not impress me at all. A bunch of high schoolers. blah. then cam Emmanuel. yeah, they sucked. Then was the AKA's. this band kicked ass. the singer was so bloody sexy. The are from New York and were the first real adults to play. I really liked them. Next was Silverstein. I didn't like them. But they had some excited fans there. Little bastards. Chilvary is dead I tell you. These boys were slamming into girls, pushing there way to the front. I think it was some sort of homo-erotic thing that they were not aware of. they all secretly wanted the silverstein singer, who looked exactly like Donny Osmond. One guy that was being particularly rude had a messenger bag covered in buttons. So while he was moshing around, I stole one. hahaha. karma, bitch. So then finally, Armor for Sleep came on. Turns out the guy who had been sitting behind the stage the whole time that i just fell in love with (he looked like the lost member of the Cure with his eyeliner, messy hair, and black. oh my my.) is the drummer for AFS. The rocked. I'm such a huge fan now. The singer was totally digging Sam. He was singing to her and pointing at her and all. It was so awesome. Between songs Sam screams out "I LOVE YOU!" and he's like "I LOVE YOU, TOO!" hahaha. priceless i tell you. So after they finished, i really really really wanted a drum stick that he was throwing out (i will rape him. i will. then i will marry him and he will be mine forever. hahahha) but instead, i managed to get 2 guitar picks: 1 for me and 1 for sammy. so after the show we go to the ultimate eatery post-concert: Steak n' Shake. I drank lots o' coffee in order to get us home in one piece. I can not even describe how awesome this night was. When we were driving back, there was just one point were everything seemed so...beautiful. now before you vomit from the cheesiness, i'm serious. it's dark, and lightly raining. the lights of Macon were shining brightly even though the city looked deserted. the song "Constantine" by Something Corporate was playing from the speakers, and my God, it was beautiful. I didn't say anything to sam, b/c maybe it was just me, but it was just the most awesome feeling. the whole world seemed free of everything negative. i haven't felt this, this...full of joy in a long long time. damn, the power of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Phantoms Now" by Armor For Sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107657737381651084?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107657737381651084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107657737381651084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107657737381651084' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107648379179338218</id><published>2004-02-11T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T02:27:30.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; "it my not be good. and it may not be bad. but it sure as hell will be a memory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad people like my blog. wicked wanda admits it. it will just be due time before all of the rest of you faithful viewers admit you could not live without my daily rants. it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;well, i saw the vagina monologues. without sam. certain people did not buy me my ticket when they promised they would, so when we got there, they were sold out. so sam, being the doll she is, gave me her ticket. so i watched it. it was pretty good. things could have been improved. but it was enough to enjoy and making me want to see more of the "real thing" at a later time. but then after all that, sammy and i worked on our valentines (and no, most of you are not getting one b/c you didn't give me your mailing address, so too bad) and had a lot of fun with that. and here i am, needing sleep but i just can't make myself do it. i'm going to get no sleep tomorrow night and i have a test Thursday morning. yes. i'm an idiot. but damn, i'm going to have fun. and that's more important right? besides, i'll end up not using this college degree, and sit on an island drinking drinks and writing bad poetry, so what does one astronomy test matter? haha.&lt;br /&gt;and if you are interested, be sure to check my fotopage. i've updated and updates from the "Quest for the Truth About Emo Boys" (aka sam &amp; sarah's trip to the concert) will happen in the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Maps" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs *not a word sam, we know how much you love it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; samantha's mother. for confusing the hell out of us and always typing "y" and thinking it means "you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;My life has been rated:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bart666.com/projects/movierating/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bart666.com/projects/movierating/img/15.gif" alt="Click to find out your rating!" width="46" height="46"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bart666.com/projects/movierating/"&gt;See what your rating is!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107648379179338218?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107648379179338218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107648379179338218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648379179338218' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-10764289310150161</id><published>2004-02-10T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T11:08:37.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Josh:&lt;/em&gt; of course I will! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenn:&lt;/em&gt; what would i do if you weren't around to call me sexy? hahaha. come visit me soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;W.W.:&lt;/em&gt; i loved that show,too! my brother would make fun of me and call me Clarissa all the time. Thank God he doesn't do it any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul:&lt;/em&gt; thanks for still having my site on your site of the moment. i wonder if anyone like the bio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JuneK:&lt;/em&gt; sorry if i butchered your question. but thanks for visiting always and loving this blog for being dark and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sammy:&lt;/em&gt; woot woot! awesome week starting today! thank God my eyes are hurting again b/c of Vice City! *this, love, has, taken its toll, on me, she said goodbye, too many times before...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meagan:&lt;/em&gt; *smack with my paris hat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah:&lt;/em&gt; do you still read this? b/c i read yours. and you need to say hi on my tag board, missy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dave:&lt;/em&gt; thanks for the site. seriously i'm going to post it. i just want to find my favorites first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krystal:&lt;/em&gt; let's go to lauren's game this thursday, but don't tell her. it will be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lauren:&lt;/em&gt; i'm never going to one of your lame, losing b-ball games again! it's boring and dumb! grrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shelley:&lt;/em&gt; you never get online enough. makes me sad. and when you do, you never update or say hi. i'm...going...to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan:&lt;/em&gt; you've been quiet too. too much talking to shelley i assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "This Love" by Maroon 5 *shoot me now, but i just can't help it.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-10764289310150161?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/10764289310150161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/10764289310150161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10764289310150161' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107634820549402972</id><published>2004-02-09T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T12:39:12.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; if you're so smart explain this clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, yesterday i got my nose pierced. it's awesome. i haven't broke it to my dad yet, though.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a really giddy mood today. and i do not wish to disclose as to why. but my day has been made.&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be a good week. Vagina Monologues on Tuesday. Armor For Sleep on Wednesday. Astronomy test on Thursday. Friday...well....i'm thinking about renting some movies. ;) &lt;--that's for you Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Galapogos" by the Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did everyone like the photo i posted yesterday? only josh has commented to me. i love it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107634820549402972?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107634820549402972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107634820549402972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634820549402972' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107626537165072876</id><published>2004-02-08T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T13:38:37.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i can't drive straight counting your fake frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a lot of time last night just browsing through deviantART wondering why i hadn't thought of things and if I even had the ability to thinking and act that easily. sould i even try to learn something if i have no possible chance of being successful at it? there are so many great artist out there. i saw there pages. they all want the same thing i want. how can i compete with that?&lt;br /&gt;i tire of these distractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i'm just giving them all too much credit. maybe i don't want that. maybe i don't know what i want. Lord, i just want to be taken seriously. i'm a lot more intelligent/fun/witty/surprising/wild/grown-up/et cetera than any of you let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Diamonds and Guns" by the Transplants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; josh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/5068436/"&gt;sprained minds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107626537165072876?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107626537165072876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107626537165072876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107626537165072876' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107595298955767319</id><published>2004-02-04T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T22:52:10.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be the update to shame all others. you guys better appreciate it. i better recieve comments on this blog, on the fotopage, and through email. because let me tell you, i'm getting sad. no one ever responds. sometimes, i'll change something or do a really good update, expecting people to comment and being like "yeah!" but no one ever does. i know you read this....say something damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing too major happened today. sam and i fell down to an all time low by going to the library and staying for 2 hours without actually studying at all. normally, we study for like, 20 minutes and talk the rest of the time. but today was extra crazy. oh yes, i need peoples mailing addresses. so, email me please. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh, can i link your blog on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i updated &lt;a href="http://iamsa.fotopage.com"&gt;my fotopage&lt;/a&gt;. if you are someone who knows i have taken a picture of you before with my digital camera, and you oppose being posted on my page, speak up now. otherwise, i'm going to do a huge update of photos of everyone (not just me) that i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowboybooks.com.au/html/acidtrip1.html"&gt;this page is super duper interesting. makes you want to try LSD, doesn't it?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how i'm always wondering what it is i'm supposed to do with my life? well, i figured it out today. i'm here to &lt;a href="http://www.hellomynameisscott.com/?toInc=home.php"&gt;beat the hell out of scott. really, i'm going to hunt him down and hurt him.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, people have thought up so super inventions before. but really, &lt;a href="http://www.delphion.com/gallery"&gt;the anti-eating face mask is the best thing to get a patent ever. never before has anorexia been so easy and stylish.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, &lt;a href="http://www.filmwise.com/invisibles/invisible_163.shtml"&gt;here's a nice game for you all to play. it's various scenes from movies, and the object is to correctly name as many as you can. the catch is that the people are gone. they've become invisible. go take a gander.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Everything Evil" by Coheed and Cambria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107595298955767319?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107595298955767319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107595298955767319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595298955767319' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107584275763148588</id><published>2004-02-03T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:14:56.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; walk away me boys, walk away me boys, and by morning we'll be free. and wipe that golden tear, from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer has lost it. i think it might have a virus, b/c it is doing some crazy stuff. i'm worried. &lt;br /&gt;paul, thanks for saying i'm the greatest. i'm glad someone realizes that fact. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know if i really did that well on my astronomy test today, even though i studied quite a bit. i have a poly sci test on thursday. i swear, i just never get a break. hahahah. i love being melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;you know, i got all excited about the "Quest for the Breast" but now I'm over it. And now it seems like that's what everyone is talking about. damn it! don't they realize that now that i don't care, it doesn't matter? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;music is so cool. how it takes over you. like everytime i listen to Flogging Molly, i just want to riverdance while punching people in the face. i love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "In Cairo" by Hot Hot Heat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107584275763148588?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107584275763148588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107584275763148588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584275763148588' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107574841048507461</id><published>2004-02-02T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T14:02:28.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; my life's been feeling to me like lemon meringue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally cheered for the right team. yes, that's right. i watched the superbowl. the whole thing. pretty good game, even though i don't like football. i'm pissed though that i missed the best part of the halftime show: justin timberlake exposing janet jacksons tahtahs. i mean, i looked away for a split-second, and that's what i miss. geez.&lt;br /&gt;astronomy test tomorrow. blah.&lt;br /&gt;February is going to be a good month. I can feel it. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "5 &amp; 1/2 Hallway" by Poe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107574841048507461?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107574841048507461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107574841048507461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574841048507461' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107565860853221434</id><published>2004-02-01T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T13:07:42.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breathe i would apologize for bleeding on your shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did i ever mention that i have most likely bombed my first psychology class? yikes, his test are so hard. i'm really looking forward to february, b/c a lot is going to be going on. sam and i have a whole slew of fun-ness planned, such as the Armor for Sleep concert in ATL and going to see the Vagina Monologues which is actually coming to GSU! I'm excited, b/c i've been wanting to see that for awhile. They are raising money for, umm, i forget...a good cause, so they are going to be selling t-shirts and chocolate vaginas. yeah, that's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;you know what i'm also looking forward to? getting to see co-do (i couldn't resist, darling.) and going to that big ole' rock concert. fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;paul, you can steal as many pictures of my beautiful face from my fotopage for your site as you're little heart desires. b/c i know that's what we all need, more pictures of Sarah. by the way, i updated it, so click the very last link on my links if ya want to take a gander in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "You're So Last Summer" by Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDEO OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/8/"&gt; A nice documentary on the Cheese Family. Rated: PG-13 for some course language and violence.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107565860853221434?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107565860853221434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107565860853221434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107565860853221434' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107541208715889894</id><published>2004-01-29T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T16:36:59.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; you don't love me at all, and don't think that it bothers me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been lovely. astronomy test that i was not nearly ready for: cancelled. did i go to all my classes? yes. but i must admit i'm a bit sad that sam had to go home for today, b/c we always see each other everyday, with our obessive studying (aka: coffee) addiction. but it'll be cool. &lt;br /&gt;so, i'm going to go watch lauren's game tonight. Go Milk Duds!&lt;br /&gt;well, okay. i can't think of anything else benign to say. so....there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Bye Bye Baby" by Okgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Samantha, Samantha's Justin, Justin Miller, Prof. Zellner, the chick sitting beside me in class, the Statesboro fire department, and the residence of Brannen Hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107541208715889894?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107541208715889894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107541208715889894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541208715889894' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107530628631047660</id><published>2004-01-28T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T11:13:37.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; funny when you find the words to say, you find no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there. things have seemed kind of odd lately. but that's okay. things just might be on the rise. but i'm not sure yet. i've added some links, so you should check them out. hmm, i think i scared some sorority girls the other day. they were all, going room to room, asking checks if they were interested in joining a sorority. they knocked on our door, and i opened it, and they just stood there a second, sort of like, "damn. should we just run?" but then after an long silence, they spoke up. surely to their great excitement, rachel, sarah, and myself were not interested. aren't you proud of me? i could have said some nasty things to them. it was the perfect chance. but i held it back. &lt;br /&gt;i would just like everyone to know that is has been so extremely cold here in the 'boro. and that is just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Half Fling" by Viggo Mortensen, Elijah Wood, Dominic Monaghan, &amp; friends. This is one hell of a song from Viggo Mortensen album, &lt;em&gt;Pandemoniumfromamerica&lt;/em&gt;. It is crazy. But I like it. I think it might be the musical embodiment of what LSD is like. I don't know if I'll ever be able to watch an Elijah Wood or Dominic Monaghan movie the same way ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107530628631047660?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107530628631047660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107530628631047660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530628631047660' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107513308255406577</id><published>2004-01-26T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T11:07:46.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; hope your satisfied with your bullshit and your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first walked into my Astronomy class, i noticed this cute emo boy.  just adorable. it was exciting to see someone that i could probably relate with in the see of gsu sluts and frat boys. Then, during my random internet addiction time, i found his livejournal. crazy, eh? and I'm addicted to it. i'm sort of like a stalker, but the difference is, i don't want to get any closer. I just want to stare at him in class, trying to pick his brain, then go home and read his livejournal. the weirdest part is, his livejournal is sort of like my blogs alter-ego. i could post the address, so you could all know who it is i'm talking about, but if i did that, you would all know all my true thoughts. everything i wish i could say but can't. everything i'm thinking but don't want you to know. he writes it. it is like, my truths coming from his mouth. so everyday, i check to see if he's wrote something, and when he has, i sigh relief to read someone having the exact same thoughts,problems,joys,goals as me. makes me feel less screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mine for Life" the Sounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107513308255406577?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107513308255406577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107513308255406577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513308255406577' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107506998462524716</id><published>2004-01-25T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T17:35:11.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; why live life from dream to dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you click &lt;a href="http://iamsa.fotopages.com/?entry=39507"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, you can view my new fotopage. i just started it, so it doesn't have too much on it. some new pics (new as in yesterday) and some old (old as in last year). &lt;br /&gt;i spent the weekend at sam's. good times. dyed my hair (see pics). that was fun. played a lot of vice city. watched some telly. i've decided i love howard stern and carmen &amp; dave. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be good this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "At My Most Beautiful" by R.E.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107506998462524716?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107506998462524716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107506998462524716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107506998462524716' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107474390942644227</id><published>2004-01-21T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:00:31.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; teenage porn stars, living for nothing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe that my new picture is effective proof of the best way to solve any and all problems in voting for a president. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped lauren with her blog today. the tagboard won't work in the designated place, so i got really pissed off at it and gave up for the day. but soon her blog will be up and running better than ever. and a little birdie told me that she'd be updating regularly to, so that's exciting. ;)&lt;br /&gt;i feel so like, uh. lost or something. i don't know. but i'm sick of whining. and i'm sick of other people whining. and i'm sick of people thinking they are smarter than they are. and i'm sick of people creating drama for themselves or others. blah.&lt;br /&gt;i want too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt;"Clean" by Depeche Mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107474390942644227?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107474390942644227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107474390942644227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474390942644227' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107454438165207239</id><published>2004-01-19T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T15:35:00.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i gave my heart to Rock n' Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left jenn's this morning at like, 7 am. that is just obscenely early. but i had a nice time. i'm really glad i got to see jeffrey keith.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the doctor today and my foot is all good now. or atleast, as good as it can get. i hear when you break something it is never quite the same, but whatever. i'm just glad i can wear both shoes again.&lt;br /&gt;if i had the ability to manage a real website, i would love to have a site dedicated to eyebrows. with galleries of good eyebrows and bad eyebrows. it would be a fun &amp; educational site. wouldn't that rock? i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Living in America" by the Sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDEO OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/25/"&gt;Anyone who like Lord of the Rings should watch this. Heck, if you've seen Lord of the Rings, you should watch this. It is pure brillance for everyone. It involves two of my most favoritest things.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Rachel's friend Lee, for letting Rachel and Jessica groom his eyebrows. I could not be more proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107454438165207239?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107454438165207239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107454438165207239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454438165207239' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107426699325637328</id><published>2004-01-16T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:31:47.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; the church of the dropouts, the losers, the sinners, the failures, and the fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i'm proud of myself. i emailed the editor of the GSU newspaper and told them about skate4cancer.com. I just personally thought it would make for an interesting read to people who don't know about it. So I emailed her, and I don't do things like that. I don't talk to random people like that who have the capacity to jab back with something like "i'm sorry, i thought it was a bad idea," and whatnot. But I did it anyways, b/c I really want people to hear about skate4cancer.com. So she emailed me back and was all like, "sounds like an awesome story. i might just write it myself. thank you..." I was so happy! I mean, it is not for sure that she'll still do it, but I'm glad I did email her.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I had some really really terrifying dreams last night.  It was like the movie 28 Days Later, except instead of turning into zombies, they were more like, weird, evil, apes. With bright glowing eyes.  That part was prollie taken from the movie The Time Machine (the original, which scared the hell out of me as a kid) and the movie Evolution, which, also scared the hell out of me. But I woke up just freaking out and didn't want to get out of my loft b/c what if a rabid, demon posessed ape was underneath it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt;"The Beautiful Letdown" by switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Amipow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107426699325637328?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107426699325637328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107426699325637328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107426699325637328' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107417868716098358</id><published>2004-01-15T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T10:00:00.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; where do i fit in? in this jigsaw of a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finally have another roommate. but just one. and her name is *gasp* Sarah. so things are going to get confusing. &lt;br /&gt;I have an Astronomy test in a few minutes that I am completely not ready for. But I have like 7 test in there, so if I don't do perfect on one, I can bring it up. please, hold all comments about this back.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the orthodonist yesterday and after he told me about stuff that doesn't matter (i have a good profile, but it is unique and my face is symmetrical) he finally got around to saying that to finish the treatment, it will be about another year of wearing braces. so i am not sure if i'm going to do it. all i cared about was pulling those two teeth down, and they are fine now. i don't really care about any little gaps or spaces. uh, a year. i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;and i still do not know where i am going to live next fall.&lt;br /&gt;just so everyone understands jennifer's car comment and doesn't get the wrong idea, i finally got a prositute to have sex with me on Grand Theft Auto. it was so so very funny. the car was rockin' and she was yelling and stuff. so funny. of course, even though she made me really happy (the guys health went up really high) I still killed her and got my money back. Now, that's a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Some Red Handed Sleight of Hand" by Cursive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107417868716098358?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107417868716098358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107417868716098358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107417868716098358' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107397262110250854</id><published>2004-01-13T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T00:44:01.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; caught in the crowd, it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh...i've gone pratically blind from playing non-stop (and i mean that) grand theft auto vice city today. i'm so very very good at stealing cars and beating the hell out of people. i tried really hard to get a prositute to have sex with me (the character is male, for those who don't know) but it just wasn't happening. i was smart and always kill the whores to get my money back, afterwards. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;paul, i'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "History of a Boring Town" Less than Jake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107397262110250854?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107397262110250854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107397262110250854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397262110250854' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107376380501923583</id><published>2004-01-10T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:33:08.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would love it if everyone would &lt;a href="http://www.skate4cancer.com"&gt;visit this site&lt;/a&gt;.  This teenage guy is going to skate (skateboard) from L.A. to Canada (yes, through the desert and over the mountains) to raise money and awareness for cancer research.  I think this is amazing.  It is proof that no matter what age you are, you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; make a difference.  Cancer has hugely affected my life and will probably affect yours too at some point, directly or indirectly.  I am not asking you to make a donation, but just to visit the site and spread the word. Show support. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107376380501923583?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107376380501923583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107376380501923583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376380501923583' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107361650768883863</id><published>2004-01-08T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:51:30.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got this from someone's journal. join the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this whole list into your journal/blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bold the things that you have in common with me. &lt;br /&gt;3. Whatever you don't bold, replace with things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. i love coffee too much.&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;i fill out stupid surveys when I'm bored.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;i am attracted to very feminine boys&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;i dont like blonde hair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. i hate when people assume things about me. &lt;br /&gt;06. i do not understand why people go party.&lt;br /&gt;07. i am too envious of people i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;08. i want to help those with less. &lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;i love tim burton movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;I love taking pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. mental illness is interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;i have a lot of trouble talking to attractive people that i do not already know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. i have been to disney world 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;14. i know way too much useless info on bands.&lt;br /&gt;15. i am getting sick of emo kids.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;my room is messy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i try not to judge people so much.&lt;br /&gt;18. i hate phones. especially cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;I just wanna be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. my ears were gauged to 10.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;i have insanely, vivid, weird dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i am a fake.&lt;br /&gt;23. i am to lazy to cook most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;24. i a the most dependant independant person you'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;I listen to the same songs over and over again. A lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I like vegetarian sandwichs.&lt;br /&gt;27. i talk about suicide a lot.&lt;br /&gt;28. i have 2 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;29. i care more that i let on to.&lt;br /&gt;30. I do not like taking showers.&lt;br /&gt;31. i live in a shallow place.&lt;br /&gt;32. i like online games.&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;I fluctuate between periods of intense motivation, and intense lack thereof.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. i write my name over and over.&lt;br /&gt;35. I think i like needles too much.&lt;br /&gt;36. i love old 90's shows.&lt;br /&gt;37. i think about the beatles everyday.&lt;br /&gt;38. i wish i read more.&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;i love music w/ violins and pianos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. i claim things too much. like, i like it, and if other people like it to, i am convinced they do not like it as much as me and they do not truly understand, only i do. yeah, it is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;I appreciate honesty.[if i can find it]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. i spend money quickly b/c i have to buy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;My parents spoil me to a certain extent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. i like reading the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;45. yeah, emo in general is really annoying the hell out of me. self-loathing, better-than-the rest whiny bastards.&lt;br /&gt;46. i wish i didn't like the internet so much&lt;br /&gt;47. i do not like nirvana that much.&lt;br /&gt;48. i am good at manipulating people.&lt;br /&gt;49. i think self-mutilation is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;50. malls are dated.&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;I'm selfish. (although i try not to be.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;i avoid the sun cause i hate having a tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;I hate being lied to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. i want to be alone, just not lonely.&lt;br /&gt;55. i tend to expect people to forget me.&lt;br /&gt;56. i can't stand it when people talk about themselves all the time and their goals and their accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;57. i don't like southern baptist, but i don't like non-baptist dissing them either. &lt;br /&gt;58. i love david bowie so so much.&lt;br /&gt;59. i want kids just so i can name them.&lt;br /&gt;60. i love make up.&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;I want too much.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;62. i hate modern alt. music (trapt, chevelle, any of that crap 99x plays)&lt;br /&gt;63. in public, i feel like everyone is thinking negatively about me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;64. i think depeche mode is the sexiest music ever.&lt;br /&gt;65. I buy too much music.&lt;br /&gt;66. i am in a constant state of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;i hope to one day NOT live in the America anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;i wish people would be more open-minded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. i am sick of cliques.&lt;br /&gt;70. i do not admit to liking that pirates movie, b/c so many people i can't stand like it, and i will not share anything with them. uh. gross.&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;I tend to overanalyze things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. i hate college books and their price tags.&lt;br /&gt;73. i will never know when my hair turns grey.&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;strong&gt;i love dark eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. i think viggo mortensen is genius and he knows it, which i despise.&lt;br /&gt;76. i still have halloween decorations up.&lt;br /&gt;77. i never knew any of my great-grandparents and have only 1 true grandparent still alive.&lt;br /&gt;78. i have been wearing the same shoes going on 4 years now.&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;i enjoy going to the movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. i wish i could make some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;81. i am proud to be a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong&gt;i never want a 9 to 5 suit and tie job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. I love England.&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;i wear contacts (or glasses sometimes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. i love hawaiian sweet bread.&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;i cannot wait to travel the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. to me, paris hilton strongly resembles michael jackson.&lt;br /&gt;88. i would like the beach more if they weren't infested with crabs.&lt;br /&gt;89. i am a kleptomaniac.&lt;br /&gt;90. i am terrified of getting in a car wreck.&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;music is a passion of mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;I don't understand myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. i generally just observe everything in new situations.&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;I want to meet new people, but I'm scared to approach them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. i like thrift shops a lot.&lt;br /&gt;96. i like vampire stories.&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;strong&gt;i love animals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. i hate college sports.&lt;br /&gt;99. i like morrissey&lt;br /&gt;100.i really enjoyed this little game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107361650768883863?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107361650768883863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107361650768883863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361650768883863' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107361222349278415</id><published>2004-01-08T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:37:23.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; and now i know how joan of arc felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i walked across the cold, dark, and rainy campus i wrote my blog entry, or more just an entry to something, in my head. of course, i can not recall what i thought now. but it was wonderfully poetic and voiced all my feelings so nicely. feelings that i in right mind could not actually write on this blog knowing that people would just not like what i would be saying. but i am not sure if a am in right mind any longer.&lt;br /&gt;i need to clean my room up now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Where is my Mind?" by the Pixies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107361222349278415?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107361222349278415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107361222349278415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361222349278415' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107353447020864139</id><published>2004-01-07T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:01:30.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i dare you to move like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i managed to forget to mention quite possibly the most wonderful thing that has happened in the past couple of days. my silverchair box set finally came in! it is amazing. hours of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;sam and i have been so good about studying. i'm amazed by our habits. go us.&lt;br /&gt;it is really cold.&lt;br /&gt;i did fix my picture at the top of the page. i changed it, but the site i host my pictures at does not allow me much bandwidth, so i guess b/c of so many page hits or something, the picture goes bad. i'll have to host them somewhere else, which is not as easy as it sounds. b/c i'm not as smart with this stuff as i sound.&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i went to church today with sam. it was a bold move on my part. but it is bad when you can hardly contain your laughter during the seriousness of communion (did i spell that right?) all i (and sammy) could think about was "Christ chex!" and "your move, holy man." Dane Cook is the funniest comedian by far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Steam Will Rise (Live)" by silverchair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107353447020864139?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107353447020864139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107353447020864139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353447020864139' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107341039622455503</id><published>2004-01-06T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:33:35.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; are you ready to be liberated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classes are going to all be so much work. i really like my psych professor. my astronomy professor might just pull a supernova and exploded. he is just like, stressed looking. i do not yet know about my other classes. &lt;br /&gt;it is really nice being able to walk. i can not believe that my foot actually healed well, considering i walked on it a lot. a lot a lot. 2 weeks of the walking cast then i should be free.&lt;br /&gt;tina and xenia have moved. of course, they did not tell rachel and i this. just left. actually, i don't think xenia even came back from latavia (spelled wrong, i am sure) b/c she still has stuff here.  it has been nice and quiet though. &lt;br /&gt;i really do not want to be stuck at GSU for all four years of college (SCAD, please?) but it is looking like i will be. i guess i will just deal. or drop out and join the circus. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Clams Have Feelings Too" by NOFX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Rachel and Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107341039622455503?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107341039622455503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107341039622455503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107341039622455503' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107326328023822308</id><published>2004-01-04T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T19:41:38.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; never again is what you swore the time before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so bloody hot in my dorm room. apparently the air/heating is messed up, so i'm melting. today has been very nervous. yeah, a nervous, anxious day. my dad drove me back to the 'boro. not 5 mins after we left my house he is talking about how he's let us (me and my brothers) down and how he hates my dark makeup and eyebrow piercing. not to mention how dressing like i do is really going to mess up my chance of ever getting a good job. i was really hurt. i still am a bit. but i'm trying to just look past it all. i can not believe the new semester is here. i thought i was looking forward to it, but i don't know if i am. i will not know if i'm going to have a positive outlook until my doctor visit tomorrow. if i can just start walking, all will look up. &lt;br /&gt;should i apply to be an R.A? i mean, right now i'm doing nothing, and i need some sort of credit to my name. plus, it is basically free housing. hmmm. any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;i need everyone's prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Waiting for the Night" by Depeche Mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107326328023822308?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107326328023822308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107326328023822308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326328023822308' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107273224664739102</id><published>2003-12-29T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T16:13:02.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm willing to bleed for days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've pondered this before, but what happens when you become the worst possible version of yourself? does everyone do it at some point? becoming someting that is everything they are but nothing at the same time? what happens when each seperate friend has a different idea of who it is you are? am i all of these things? or just really confused? what i am now is quite different from what i was as a child. was i meant to be this cynical, self-righteous, self-loathing person? or was i meant to be the nice, caring, friendly girl i once was? will i ever get the courage i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just tired of being different people. conflicting personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Talk to Me, Dance with Me" by Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly Nikki. my twin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107273224664739102?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107273224664739102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107273224664739102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107273224664739102' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107238430127806474</id><published>2003-12-25T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T15:31:57.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; the sweetest perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not feel like Christmas this year. not sure why. I went to the whole Christmas Eve service thingy at McConnell and it was very interesting.  uncool even. I did not like seeing all those people. I did not like everyone and their mummy asking me about my foot. it was not cool. and i was reminded why I don't like going to that church.  blah. &lt;br /&gt;i am semi-looking forward to this next semester. i just hope things quickly heal with my foot. b/c that's the only thing i'm worrying about. &lt;br /&gt;man, i just seem to have nothing good to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "People Are Strange" by the Doors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107238430127806474?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107238430127806474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107238430127806474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238430127806474' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107220792131064943</id><published>2003-12-23T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:32:16.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; pucker up and kiss the asphalt now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you now how generally all my subjects are lyrics from songs? i should have a contest to see who can name the most correct songs that the subject lines are from. i could even have a prize. wouldn't that be fun? &lt;br /&gt;i've been slightly active lately. i'm about to leave to spend some time with the sis-in-law and prollie see the young ones. cody and jeff came over last night. lauren and i went and saw jenn the other day. i mean, i've just been a regular busy bee! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;shelley, i want to go see A.F.I. let's do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Samantha, for being the bad ass rebel she is and Lauren, for seeing the light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Understanding in a Car Crash" by Thursday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107220792131064943?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107220792131064943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107220792131064943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220792131064943' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107177282028498611</id><published>2003-12-18T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T13:40:34.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; i wish that you didn't love me anymore, i've been dead for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not updated in a long time. i can not get on the internet much. it is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;nothing has happened in my life. i have been lying around, doing nothing. i still have some christmas shopping to do. i've been feeling really artsy lately. which is good. i haven't felt this expressive in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be really upset if i have to have surgery on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm going to probably update before Christmas, but just in case, Happy Holidays, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "America" by Simon &amp; Garfunkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107177282028498611?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107177282028498611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107177282028498611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107177282028498611' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107136091645096335</id><published>2003-12-13T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T19:15:29.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; under, the red hot moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like that audio blogger thing. it's fun. so i'm back in 'wassee and feeling helpless.  but not hopeless.  i'm looking forward to going shopping in a wheelchair or electric scooter. it'll be so funny.  i saw ms. mcconnell in a local gemstone's creation commercial. it was funny. made me want to leave this place immediately.  &lt;br /&gt;sammy stayed the night with me the other night and we stayed up all night. she played sims and i watched and played music.  it was a good time.  then my dad came to pick me up and took us for breakfast.  sam, my dad really liked you. thought you were a really nice girl. then went to the doctor, and while my dad and i waited, he asked about my grades. and he took all very well. didn't get all crazy. was calm and understanding. i was shocked. but i've been thinking a lot about school. &lt;br /&gt;i hate having to just sit around. someone please bring me some canvas and some oil paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Takes Lots with Alcohol" by Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107136091645096335?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107136091645096335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107136091645096335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136091645096335' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107120338445123212</id><published>2003-12-11T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:29:56.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.audblog.com/media/16972/41216.mp3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audblog.com/media/images/audblog_post.gif" HSPACE=4 alt="Powered by audblog" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audblog.com/media/16972/41216.mp3"&gt;audio post&lt;/a&gt; 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i sell souls at the side of the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the truth. i figured it out. it's georgia. it's statesboro. it's gsu. it's my circle of friends. it's my life. i need desperately to go elsewhere.  i feel so suffocated.  i'm losing since of myself.  i think people have a completely wrong idea of who i am. i really need to do some thinking about where it is i want to be.  here's the secret i haven't been telling anyone: i think there is a possiblity that i will transfer from gsu sooner than after i finish core classes. i think that i was meant to come to this school at first. but i don't know if i really feel it is where i am supposed to be.  i would give anything to go to an out of state school. but i doubt that can happen.  but, i am seriously trying to figure all this out. i just, i'm not happy here.  i feel like i am surround by nothing but shallowness and all things lacking true content.  i feels like every bit of the artist inside me is being choked out.  but soon, things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am probably failing my history class. my dad is going to be very mad at me, but it happens. i'll make it through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate Oprah, right? well today, sammy watch a bit of it, I was in their, and i couldn't help feeling like people are not listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSON OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Hank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "What's Left of the Flag" by Flogging Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rancon.co.uk/games/santa2_Mirror.html"&gt;Merry Christmas. Get Santa drunk once again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107102621845266131?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107102621845266131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107102621845266131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107102621845266131' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107093851198929988</id><published>2003-12-08T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:55:23.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt;'cause i am due for a miracle ~ i'm waiting for a sign ~ i'll stare straight into the sun ~ and i won't close my eyes ~ 'til i understand or go blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so worried about my history class. i think i might fail it. seriously, might fail. uhh, i don't even want to talk about it. took my english final, went well. but thinking about it now, i might do horrible in that class to, b/c it's all about the portfolio. that's like the whole grade and i didn't do so well on it. my fault, krystal, not yours. what you did was great. oh my goodness i'm falling apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Star at the Sun" by Thrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITE OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/mindreader.html"&gt;The Amazing Mind Reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107093851198929988?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107093851198929988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107093851198929988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093851198929988' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107090717703805613</id><published>2003-12-08T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T13:13:08.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038911254_oliganbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Hooligan Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hooligan Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107090717703805613?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107090717703805613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107090717703805613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107090717703805613' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053443.post-107083809080084696</id><published>2003-12-07T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T18:01:42.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT:&lt;/strong&gt; if only i died just once in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel's family came and set up her loft today. i haven't studied much. in fact, i haven't done much, even thought i said i would be productive today.  I have done a little bit of cleaning but not very much.  I think they are going to inspect our dorm tomorrow, which means this place has to be spottless or they are going to charge us lots-o-dinero. i'm proud of myself for actually sleeping in my loft last night. yep, i climbed up there. probably shouldn't have, but i did it anyways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things i'm looking forward to:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lotr- the return of the king.&lt;br /&gt;*seeing jeff over break.&lt;br /&gt;*having a W.A.S club meeting.&lt;br /&gt;*getting this semester over with.&lt;br /&gt;*the trinity (and krystal) get together. maybe we should work on the name, eh?&lt;br /&gt;*Christmas, even though my dad has to work Christmas day, so I'll probably spend it alone like i did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things i'm not looking forward to:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tell my dad about my grades.&lt;br /&gt;*my finals.&lt;br /&gt;*poly sci &amp; economics.&lt;br /&gt;*looking for a job/apt.&lt;br /&gt;*cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG OF THE MOMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; "Jesus I/Mary Star of the Sea" by Zwan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053443-107083809080084696?l=signalsovertheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107083809080084696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053443/posts/default/107083809080084696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signalsovertheair.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107083809080084696' title=''/><author><name>SA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10684630673860977502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
