<?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-14000223</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:12:25.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful World</title><subtitle type='html'>I am just posting about what I am doing, and interested in... I go through many phases, so I spose I will record them...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-8080521707641181793</id><published>2008-07-06T06:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:18:09.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Away from the Sun again...</title><content type='html'>I just got back from one of the greatest things ever! A 3 Doors Down concert! Followed by the greatest fireworks show I have ever seen in person! Bayfest 2008!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So really, it was a really big and expensive fair, with rides and funnel cake and music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a Geico cup and Seth got a Geico necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stood in line for a little bit for some extra yummy funnel cake...mmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stood in line for some bbq chicken... really good, but the funnel cake was better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stood in line for the bathroom. Honestly, the girls line had upwards of 35 people in it, (one of the many bathroom lines) and the guy's had not one person in line. Just a few guys entering and leaving now and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went and got some Dippin Dots for the first time. That was awesomeness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a "21 and over" wristband so if I wanted to drink alcohol... or even get one of the kewl blinking cups, I could. Some stranger gave me a larger water bottle which was good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert! I stood on a chair and sang so loud! It was like, he was right there, the lead singer was just talking in that sweet accent... Seth was singing with me and we were singing to eachother... it was so amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the concert, we literally turned around and the fireworks began. They were great. Just picture it, people everywhere, the fair lights of the ferris wheel and cotton candy booths in the background alone with the squeals from people on the rides. And just the most amazing, patriotic, unrelenting fireworks show ever. Think of Daughtry, Coldplay, and Foo Fighters just blasting. I literally looked behind me at the stage and saw the band just standing there watching with us. It was just so surreal. All this was out on a marine base island with planes surrounding us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had to be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie review:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hancock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this movie on Thursday and it was quite nice. I mean, it was surprising and exciting, and funny. But the whole "If you call me an (x) one more time..." thing got annoying. It's like, there are worst things you could be called! But it was awesome, it made sense, and I felt so many emotions. I also had blisters on my feet though... which hurt. But I will definitely be purchasing that movie when it comes out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-8080521707641181793?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/8080521707641181793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=8080521707641181793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/8080521707641181793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/8080521707641181793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2008/07/away-from-sun-again.html' title='Away from the Sun again...'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-7356413126897497506</id><published>2008-07-02T03:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:42:37.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The "rules" of the game:&lt;div&gt;Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you've posted your answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten years ago: I was ten... 5th grade? I was in Detroit, and was going through the first slew of poverty and depression... I had a lot of nightmares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five things in today's "to do list":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finish a story (reading)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help Seth feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 9.30pm so I don't know how much I can do yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snacks I enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plain Lays chips with hot sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oatmeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I would do if I was a millionaire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put half my worth in savings, real estate, high interest accounts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give tithes to the Master's Mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN! Keep some for us, for working with, hopefully 1.5mil. We would move back home, buy a house or build one, or even get a really nice apartment/rental. Keep going to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help out the family, pay off their debts, set up college funds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help out other family... somehow (they're kinda rich)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start a business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help friends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AIDS research!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it doesn't leave much but with the money in savings, it really wouldn't matter how much I spent, it would refurbish itself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Places I have lived:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Kapolei, HI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Houghton, Lake Linden, MI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Grovetown, GA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Gricignano, Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Detroit, Southfield, Highland Park, MI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second tag is 7 weird or random things about myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I read HP Fanfiction. ALL THE TIME, if not on my computer, then on my phone in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I love Hot Chocolate and Swedish Fish... together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Obvious but true, I HATE MY HAIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am still suffering from post-nuptial depression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Somehow I have become terribly insecure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Like Kirsten, I don't know when I am going to graduate... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. For some reason, lately, I THINK in a scottish accent. Ever since I watched this really kewl Youtube video...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-7356413126897497506?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/7356413126897497506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=7356413126897497506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/7356413126897497506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/7356413126897497506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2008/07/rules-of-game-each-player-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-3804841711459920941</id><published>2008-07-02T01:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:11:41.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time comin'...</title><content type='html'>Wow, this is the first time I have written in this thing since after the wedding! Oh goodness! Well I guess I can start up again. I have been posting in my Hawaii blog most recently...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I moved to Hawaii a lot has changed... But I will leave the Hawaii stuff to it's own blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My interests have changed a bit, music, movies, how I pass my time. I like watching videos on Youtube a lot, but really I spend most of my time reading fanfiction. Harry Potter fanfiction. Anything with a mix of Draco, Hermione, and Blaise. Usually romance ones, but ever since I finished Book 7 I have tried to keep it alive through reading. Also, reading gives me a good escape from the sadness of missing home so much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is just so much I miss, and that I am missing. Living here, I am with a part of my family, my real family. Being home I am with my whole family, the "real enough" family. Having the support of that family got Seth and I through countless struggles, and now that we don't have any of it (family, friends, support... our apartment) we realize how much it was worth. We came here thinking that once we got here, we wouldn't want to leave. We wouldn't need to leave, and that we could just go home whenever we wanted after a while. I don' t know... but we just know that if we want to go home, even just for a visit (especially Christmas) we will NEVER want to come back. Except perhaps to get our stuff. I am just upset in a lot of ways, for a lot of reasons, and Seth isn't helping. He complains and is sad all the time, and he's quick to make me feel like it's my fault. Not purposely, but it's just a habit of his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off topic, though, I will give the best review I can of recent movies I've seen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so I guess this was better than I thought. Much better than I imagined, as I just rathered watch the Love Guru....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characters were believable, the story was fantasmic, and I guess I can't really give much away. The only thing that bothered me is the bullets hitting one another... it gets over done a bit. Jolie wasn't seriously anorexic looking, a worry of mine at first. And I really liked that the main guy really was just a plain dood in a sucky job that has his life changed drastically... and becomes ridiculously awesome. !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another movie I really didn't want to see. And I don't think I will want to see it again. Like ever. But I know Seth will make me. It was way better than the first... but then again, the first one was crap. The effects were nice, I really think Liv Tyler is the sweetest person ever, and the little man who turns into Hulk is really nice. But when Hulkman turns to Hulkmonster, I am just at a loss for words. This isn't something that is to be believable, but the whole "I'm going to roar at the top of my lungs, with my big grey plastic teeth, and my dirty green skin and little hole-y trousers" thing gets tired after the 4th time. Actually the first time, but I reckon he sort of  must do it once... Just to show how incompetent he is and insanely angry that someone would want to capture a giant green lab project gone wrong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really did like the geography lesson though. Through Venezuela and Brazil and stuff, the buildings were packed so closely together... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderful. WONDERFUL!!! I laughed so much, and I can't wait to buy as I will watch it and watch it again. It wasn't tacky, it was fun for the whole family, and Jack Black was great. I can't write more without giving specifics away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching 10000 BC... Rather, just reading and typing while everyone else is watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not wanting to do the dishes, and since I made dinner someone else should have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needing to get back to one of my stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually wishing I could go back to NMU. Not Tech, not finlandia, not UH, but NMU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping the sadness goes away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-3804841711459920941?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/3804841711459920941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=3804841711459920941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/3804841711459920941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/3804841711459920941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-long-time-comin.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time comin&apos;...'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-8157664770423012315</id><published>2007-12-19T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:58:23.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How it's All Going!</title><content type='html'>Well, I suppose I will start with what I remember from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married on Friday, a long tedious day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Rehearsal Dinner-Ceremony on Thursday, a rather plain day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made phone calls on Wednesday, keeping busy and making sure everything was in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell and bruised my rotator cuff on Tuesday, went to the ER, got a sling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as I remember specifics, but! I can elaborate on the wedding details for the sake of well.... history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal was fun, kinda scary, actually! Just before the rehearsal, Seth, Jared, Greg, Matthew, and Paul were all in the apartment. I was getting the gifts ready for the girls, writing thank you cards for them. Seth was looking for his shoes, dress socks, getting ready. And it wasn't 10 mins before that I was still writing cards, in my pjs. Somehow I got dressed though, in my blue and white dress. I didnt have any regular shoes, but I did have those big boots Bev got me years back so I wore those.&lt;br /&gt;We drove there, everyone else was there on time except us as usual. Pauline was in the kitc hen with Joan and Karen, Vienna greeted me. Everyone was basically just standing around. The boys and our flowergirl, Britney were apparently doing laps back and forth around the church.&lt;br /&gt;Both Pastors were there, organizing the ceremony lists, making the finalizations.&lt;br /&gt;We introduced dinner, prayed, and began eating. I used the first few minutes to give out the girls presents.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, the Pastor Rod mentioned to me that they weren't sure about the music, and wanted us to go set it up in the system. Seth had never gotten the chance to finalize the music so it kinda never happened. We were freaking out forever, ran upstairs to look at the soundboard to figure out how to play music over the system. We were also trying to figure out if there was some random song on my IPOD that would work, but it didnt even hook up to the system. We even employed Chris's help. I was up there panicking, and had 3 maids trying to comfort me. It was stressful!&lt;br /&gt;Then, for some reason Joan (Seth's gramma) was upset about something, saying that she didnt know that she had to do the music and that she thought seth had it all figured out. Ultimately she did end up playing for us!&lt;br /&gt;After a few more prayers and things, the actual rehearsal happened. The guys stood up, and us girls practiced walking. There were a few people there with us, some moms and a few friends were sitting in the pews watching us practice. When it came time for me to go down the aisle for the first time, I about freaked out! I paced down the aisle, so nervous and freaking out, all of the people in there staring at me. Seth was standing up there, all of his men beside him and it was all really starting to sink in!&lt;br /&gt;When we went through the order of service, the teeth dug in. We had to recite the vows, brutal torture it was. Up until then I was planning on writing my own along with the spoken ones. But after I realized the length of the regular vows, and how hard it is to get through them without breaking down, I let go of the personal vows. Staring into eachother's eyes, made the legality and how this was the only time I would ever be able to do this enter my mind. Not like the fear of cheating or not being ready to commit, but the reality that we would be married, husband and wife, and would have to make the most of the day to come.&lt;br /&gt;They also made us kiss, practice kissing to get it down right. Seth and I had practiced before, a simple, dry, set of three soft kisses. The Pastors and neither did the mock congregation like that, they said that we would have to liven it up a bit, so we acted a little looser with it. I really miss Pastor Dale! The jokes he made made this wedding! Seth's guys loved him... Okay totally off topic.&lt;br /&gt;At the end we walked back up the aisle and ran away, kinda thinking it was time to be over. But no, we had to do it all over again over course.... It wasnt that special the second time around, so i dont remember too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Joan was playing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" while we were practicing, along with "Silent Night" so we ended up with that as our set of songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, Pauline (Seth's ma), Matthew, Seth and I went shopping at Walmart for final things. Ribbons, pants for the boys, extra food, and some random sheets that she grabbed. She quickly announced that she got us a bed as our gift, and to just tell kendra (Seth's sister, one year married)  that its bottom of the line and nothing special. But she did manage to find the most expensive sheets in Walmart for this bottom of the line bed!&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious watching Pauline zip around that store. We would be talking with her, and in seconds she has wandered off... No, better yet, stormed far away from us, practically runny from the boys department, to the shoes, to the cards section, to the fabrics to find veil making stuff, and then back to the grocery aisle for every thing of Mayo she could find (12 things on the shelf I think). Matt and Seth were laughing the whole time at this! Poor Matthew, he had to wait around Walmart while we shopped. ... ON HIS BIRTHDAY! Goodness. He even stood in the makeup aisle with me while I searched for concealer.... Even helped me pick out the color (which is so hard with my yellowish pink black skin tone).&lt;br /&gt;To finish really quickly, Pauline and I ended up in Copper City, Seth and ALL his friends ended up in our apartment. (they, thank the Jesus babies, were only there until 2).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-8157664770423012315?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/8157664770423012315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=8157664770423012315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/8157664770423012315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/8157664770423012315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-its-all-going.html' title='How it&apos;s All Going!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-68910467085437248</id><published>2007-01-26T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:12:18.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 3 am, I must be lonely</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my dorm, with Kirsten.  She is watching You Tube stuff, and I am talking on the fone with Seth. I leave to go home at 3.40 am tomorrow. Ick! I am also trying to learn the polyatomic ions and stuff for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I also failed a Calculus quiz today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-68910467085437248?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/68910467085437248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=68910467085437248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/68910467085437248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/68910467085437248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-3-am-i-must-be-lonely.html' title='It&apos;s 3 am, I must be lonely'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-6476278430599683053</id><published>2007-01-12T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:36:48.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Month Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gCrJ4fPv8lE/Rac3Y7_RkkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9StR6xYJgzo/s1600-h/P9280227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gCrJ4fPv8lE/Rac3Y7_RkkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9StR6xYJgzo/s320/P9280227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019041211287179842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best break... it was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;It first started off with my birthday, got up early, was greeted by Seth and the prettiest pink roses ever! We went to Hardeez and Cyberia, got my new glasses, and saw the Holiday. Seth finally got a fone, I got a lot of Bath &amp;amp; Body Works for my birthday and Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened. I got so close to his family. I watched the boys a few times, spent a ton of time with Seth's mom, baking and at work. I even helped her proof a calendar she made for the Master's Mission at church. His dad taught me how to play Euchre, and we played every few nights over break. We watched movies at night together after the boys were put to bed! We went to some of Seth's games, even though he couldn't play because of his finger...&lt;br /&gt;They threw me a birthday party and I was there on Christmas snapping pictures of unwrapping.&lt;br /&gt;I spent so much time with Seth... every single day. And I was so happy. I was the wife, the fiancee, the honored guest even! They treated me such and everything. And we went to town together and ate at the Ming with Kirsten and just did some good hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;He has a PS2 so we couldnt play Halo, but we played Black Hawk Down together and beat it, after to playing for a few hours just every day. Then we got the second one and took 5 days to get past the first level... But we did it together, which got us bonding a lot. We had a lot of early mornings, and late nights with that game.&lt;br /&gt;New Years sucked. Not too bad though. We ate at Carmelitas (Kirsten, Seth, and I), CHIMICHANGAS ALL AROUND!!! (Except for Krystal, lol, she had cereal before) went to the house and hung out with the family some more. Waited for Krystal... waited some more. Went to Calumet to get Krystal. We missed the New Year waiting yet, lol... Headed to Swedetown Pond.&lt;br /&gt;Got "What's so different?" as the New Years song (coincidence?), and couldn't actually vocalize our resolutions. Krystal was in a rush to get away, Kirsten seemed a little bit irritable, and Seth was bored as usual, and I just wanted to go home. Two minutes later my wish was granted. Krystal had to get back home to her sister and best friend, and we headed to my house and made our own resolutions before Seth and I played the game and Kirsten watched some more...&lt;br /&gt;Right now though, there is a big gap of events, but I am angry and sad, but also really tired. Tomorrow I will be more sad, probably more angry too cause the world will come back around. I am not with Seth, and my head is back at his house, and Cyberia, and playing video games and hugging eachother joyfully once we actually got passed another level...&lt;br /&gt;And some things about friends just seem so weird. I think that you actually have to be with someone from time to time to actually be considered a best friend. When you are a total stranger all of a sudden, and you dont know hardly anything about how that person spends their days... I think the "best" ought to be ejected until it is applicable again. I just get so angry, no matter what its about...&lt;br /&gt;Either way, gotta go to bed. Just rearranged and unpacked everything. Just actually having been a good 5 hours straight. Noodles for dinah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-6476278430599683053?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/6476278430599683053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=6476278430599683053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/6476278430599683053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/6476278430599683053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2007/01/happiest-month-ever.html' title='The Happiest Month Ever'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gCrJ4fPv8lE/Rac3Y7_RkkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9StR6xYJgzo/s72-c/P9280227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-2800010130730327566</id><published>2006-12-10T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:48:37.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quickie</title><content type='html'>Kirsten and I are angry at Krystal.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is 6 days away, and we have it planned out and everything!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Seth again... but I am waiting, very impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;Tests next week, final project due tomorrow. I really don't care about anything right now besides getting home and not being here with any of this drama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-2800010130730327566?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/2800010130730327566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=2800010130730327566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/2800010130730327566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/2800010130730327566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-quickie.html' title='Just a Quickie'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-115654823143005311</id><published>2006-08-25T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:57.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im here and Im happy... I swear</title><content type='html'>Im here! Im at Northern and things are so much different. I haven't posted in so long and so much has changed. &lt;br /&gt;I am happy! Well, not unusually happy but its all good. I am with Seth! I love Seth and think about him all the time and I can't wait to see him again! I am totally out of my mind and I dont care anymore! Im just waiting for the world to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Im at NMU and everything is moving faster than I am. My head is still at home and things here are moving faster than ever... I hope it all works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-115654823143005311?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/115654823143005311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=115654823143005311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/115654823143005311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/115654823143005311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-here-and-im-happy-i-swear.html' title='Im here and Im happy... I swear'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-115160974381303753</id><published>2006-06-29T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:56.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Attack:Day 2</title><content type='html'>You know those days that you think are going to go extremely well but you are proven wrong within the first few minutes of it? That was today for me.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with the hugest tired headache I have had in a while, limped to the bathroom with a huge cramp in my leg (I must have slept wrong), and was pimping the mid-cycle look (hunched over, nauseated and holding stomach, feverish and clammy forehead). My hair was its usual mess, but I can only do so much with these really bad scarves i have been testing out...&lt;br /&gt;I made it down to breakfast, worked my way around studying for the hugest exam ever, and ate some generic chocolate cereal puff thingies. I talked about ghetto food--chitlins, greens, and fat backs to one of my leaders of UB, then rushed off to the exam--late.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to say how bad it was, but I honestly held my head in my hands for a good 10 mins before realizing that it would take a miracle for me to be able to pass it. I was one of the few people left in the classroom, two others i believe to also have been dumbfounded out of their brains to another really sucky place in Hades.&lt;br /&gt;I left there with a headache and hunger pains. I then tried to make my day brighter by listening to some music on Y! and playing a few games of Gin, while checking my email. Boy emailed me, and I returned the favor. I lost really badly in the end, but I didnt care. I wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Then i found out that the story that I had written, my article on my program had been not only mis labeled (that someone else wrote it), bt the people in it, my sources had been misquoted. Now I dont know how the workings of newspapers are today, but that aint right. The few edits my boss had mentioned turned out to be so bad, that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; ended up misquoting &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;! How on earth? One of my sources had pointed out to me that she was misquoted, so &lt;em&gt;How does that make me, the writer, look?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am at work, trying not to disagree with what she did in order to keep up with my work. She continues to compliment me but I dont know why, everything I do, or will do, will eventually be changed to her liking. I had to email this article to other newspapers, (which i thought i was writing for the gazette, but really for the bridge under her name) and fax it to other writers for her.&lt;br /&gt;I am working on another article, with many things that are simply me, not her and not other people. I dont know how she will manage to make it her own but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Now I really just have a headache and I just took a 600 to alleviate the pain. I have to go to bible study today. whoo. Maybe I'll like this time more than last time.  And maybe tomorrow will be better than today. And maybe boy will call me and listen to me talk at him. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-115160974381303753?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/115160974381303753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=115160974381303753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/115160974381303753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/115160974381303753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-attackday-2.html' title='I&apos;ll Attack:Day 2'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-115038504678281502</id><published>2006-06-15T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:56.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Is Engleesh!</title><content type='html'>I wonder how the world is out there! Im all off in college and I rarely get to see my number ones!&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened over the past few weeks of and after Graduation!&lt;br /&gt;Boy fell in love with me, and I treated him like poo and got rid of him after a while of leading him on. That was sucky.&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened again, after I had told him that I wasnt ready and just wanted to be friends. He approached me, if I was thinking clearly I would have hit him, and tried to "get fresh." This was after I had spent the day with him, in unrelenting tension. If he wasnt looking at me, I was staring at the ground thinking about what might have been going through his brain (him being with the love of his life and all). I can only spare glances at people who I know have feelings for me, and might be expecting something from me. If I feel uncomfortable I look away at the wind... I guess he never caught on. I hate how things are never right when I am with him. I turn into a retard, all doubty and iffy, nervous as a loser. Im never sure if I enjoy being with him, or cant wait to get away! I am also under the impression that most of the time he is with us, the girls think that something is going on between us and they ought to leave us alone or something. They are my number ones! They are the people who have been with me for so long, and I cant stand the thought of this boy coming around and trying to garner my attention. I can only have so many big relationships! Then it just gets odd.&lt;br /&gt;Then I made the boy cry. I swear I am the man in this little thing we have, or had. He is the girl and I am the man (not boy). He cries and cries and I ruin him. I feel like I am giving him both his happiest times and his saddest, most depressing times. I wanted to be his friend, I wanted to be close to him and give him the support that he doesnt get from... whatever else is in his life. I wanted our group to be his main focus, not me with them tagging along. I wanted him to be able to &lt;em&gt;touch&lt;/em&gt; me like I do with the girls, be comfortable with me (which he has more than once made clear he is very much so) so that I might be able to return the affection one day, and trust him enough to let him into my head a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But with touching comes feelings. With time comes caring. With days spent together comes expectance of more. On his part of course. I am always too darn confused to understand what is going on, and justify my time mostly by talking about myself, and what I do with the girls. I talk about so many things that I want to do and have done, basically dictating my life to him recklessly, hoping that he will get annoyed and run off.&lt;br /&gt;He wont run off! He wont find someone to fall in love with, get some experience with his emotions, and gain some control before coming after me, perhaps the most unstable person in our clique. I wish he would find someone, but I know that if he does he will still be thinking of me. Or maybe the fact that he wont be thinking of me will just further insue the idea that Im not worth the time of someone else's affection. In many ways I'm fine with that, I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont do relationships, I dont do obligation, I do work. I do school. I do things I can control. And I will never be able to control him and his thoughts. The look in his eyes was so scary, the affect I had on him was insane. How could I do that to him? To only have to bring him down again later on in the week. Things go so fast and I cant handle it. I cant handle not having my brain for even the briefest few moments throughout the day. Why would I be thinking about a boy? A kid that I havent the slightest bit of relation too?&lt;br /&gt;Its disgusting sometimes to think of me being with him in the future, doing whatever dirt it is that couples do, and not being with my friends. Devoting time to a person in a nonfriendly manner. Its pretty sick! How can people define a relationship by things like that? I look around at couples here on campus, and see how love blooms. People are friends, and then closer friends, and then all of a sudden they are holding hands, groping eachother and making out, automatically signifying that they are in a physical relationship, a romantic fling. Why is the symbol of love a kiss? Physical contact is so important that the actual companionship is forgotten. I fear that boy is still in the stage of holding hands and kissing as the definition of boyfriend and girlfriend. It isnt. Those things are abused so much in time that they are a lie, a meaningless lie to me. Give me an honest, whole hearted, gasping breath of devotion and faithfulness, pairing of love and I will show you that what you have is one of a kind, never to be labeled a fling, or a date, or a one night stand, but a commitment unbroken and cherished forever, never to end no matter what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-115038504678281502?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/115038504678281502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=115038504678281502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/115038504678281502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/115038504678281502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-is-engleesh.html' title='These Is Engleesh!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114885066271647619</id><published>2006-05-28T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:55.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Party 2006</title><content type='html'>This party was awesome! Milkshake's mom sure does know to throw a party! I got some money from a bunch of people I dont know, and it was pimp! People came, so that makes me feel like I actually have a family... They are my family...&lt;br /&gt;$90 in checks&lt;br /&gt;$165 in cash&lt;br /&gt;$160 in electronic&lt;br /&gt;$50 in the mail&lt;br /&gt;Now the girls have the most out of all four of us, with well over $800 a piece!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the world!&lt;br /&gt;Thickeless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114885066271647619?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114885066271647619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114885066271647619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114885066271647619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114885066271647619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/05/graduation-party-2006.html' title='Graduation Party 2006'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114865618067392693</id><published>2006-05-26T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:55.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation 2006</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should eat something. On to the rice cakes! I wish I could be listening to music right now, but that has to wait another forever. I am done with my shower and now I can play some games until 1 something... I really dont feel like posting right now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Kinda icky&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Drowsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114865618067392693?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114865618067392693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114865618067392693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114865618067392693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114865618067392693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/05/graduation-2006.html' title='Graduation 2006'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114807063915916603</id><published>2006-05-19T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:55.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now... Everything is turning blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/200/Plants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried! Marissa died! Not passed out, or hit her head, but she is gone dead, never to be seen of again...&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting iffy! I have to finish this class and I have to do it quick!&lt;br /&gt;I have to eat my food.&lt;br /&gt;I have to watch them playoffs, woo!&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk to Krystal about tomorrow, we have to do &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get something on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;This isnt a real post. One year I am truly going to review all those Cd's I have yet to do... Maybe when I get my laptop at Orientation!&lt;br /&gt;Graduation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114807063915916603?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114807063915916603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114807063915916603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114807063915916603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114807063915916603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/05/right-now-everything-is-turning-blue.html' title='Right now... Everything is turning blue...'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114772662882161726</id><published>2006-05-15T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:54.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Attack: Day 1</title><content type='html'>This is my last full week of school before Graduation!&lt;br /&gt;Physics--- Watched people test their machines.  Ours is probably still the only one that is consistent, but just because we are lazy. The Lazy Susans.&lt;br /&gt;Themes--Did some boring Utopia reading, got my first draft back, and got a Nose music maker...&lt;br /&gt;BST--Learning how to write a website! Its fun, pagetutor is awesome...&lt;br /&gt;4th Hour--- Corrected some worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch--- Library Aide Lunch, 4 Pieces of pizza from the Zone!&lt;br /&gt;5th Hour--- Filled out a Subway App for Senior Seminar, worked on website.&lt;br /&gt;Library Aide--- Searched a novel for a favorite part and finally found it at the end of the hour.&lt;br /&gt;English 12--- Finished my  work, wrote an Event piece and started my final writing assignment to complete tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir Tomorrow in the Band Room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114772662882161726?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114772662882161726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114772662882161726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114772662882161726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114772662882161726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-attack-day-1.html' title='I&apos;ll Attack: Day 1'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114772502093392633</id><published>2006-05-15T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:54.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... They Smell Like Roses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Rosy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Rosy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing? I have no clue, but these are the roses he gave me. Beautiful aren't they? I got him a shirt in return, but I really wish I knew what was going on. Why do I have to be so darn likeable? Why can't I be ugly and untrustworthy and a seriously lame person? That would make this so much nicer... Lol. Eventually I will get used to him being around and be able to enjoy myself on the inside &lt;em&gt;comfortably&lt;/em&gt; and not just &lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt; like it on the outside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114772502093392633?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114772502093392633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114772502093392633' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114772502093392633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114772502093392633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmm-they-smell-like-roses.html' title='Hmm... They Smell Like Roses...'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114746666030124067</id><published>2006-05-12T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:54.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Minutes to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Purple%20Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Purple%20Light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better now! I think I am too lazy to post a picture today.. Oh, gosh I spose I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The HighUp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was great&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being a hater about José anymore, I'm not mad, resentful, and I am actually getting to know him!&lt;br /&gt;Chicago is over...&lt;br /&gt;Going to the show tonight... I have to get to that!&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things to review, now this new Cd of mine, 30 Seconds to Mars.&lt;br /&gt;I feel... Alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114746666030124067?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114746666030124067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114746666030124067' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114746666030124067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114746666030124067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/05/30-minutes-to-heaven.html' title='30 Minutes to Heaven'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114686754180710930</id><published>2006-05-05T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:53.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over?</title><content type='html'>Why can't it be over? I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;Next time, when I get back from Chicago, I will review Rihanna and All American Rejects, and maybe even 30 Seconds to Mars!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't illness be causing this sick feeling inside?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114686754180710930?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114686754180710930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114686754180710930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114686754180710930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114686754180710930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/05/over.html' title='Over?'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114660646030684725</id><published>2006-05-02T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:53.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Today, Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Cyberia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Cyberia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was awesome! I got so much done, I looked wonderful and got so many comments. It was a great day apart from some transportation confusion... It all worked out though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it over&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions, questions, emails...&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being the girlfriend-to-be. It makes me fisically sick when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want this now&lt;br /&gt;I dont want any of it&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a happy event if you want, pictures were nice, dancing was kewl, we look nice together. But leave me alone about it. I get emails from him now, on a regular basis. Its kewl, they are nothing but conversation, but its something else people can comment on. Just leave me be on it though. Just like with Fredrickson I want to run away from this, spit on it, even make a fool of myself if i have to. I can't wait till graduation now, because it will be one step farther from here, him, everything. I will be at Finlandia, work, then Northern. Not here, never here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never here again&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to my own half-life&lt;br /&gt;Without this &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114660646030684725?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114660646030684725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114660646030684725' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114660646030684725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114660646030684725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/05/prom-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Prom Today, Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114626116977251018</id><published>2006-04-28T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:53.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Any minute now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Sunset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/200/Sunset2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will realize how soon I will be leaving and going off to college!&lt;br /&gt;Prom is tomorrow, and to my greatests... Let's have the best time!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be pouring in, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom sits at my side&lt;br /&gt;Calmly sitting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Till the morn of joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its coming y'all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114626116977251018?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114626116977251018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114626116977251018' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114626116977251018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114626116977251018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/04/any-minute-now.html' title='Any minute now'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114608275760014763</id><published>2006-04-26T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:52.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope that day never becomes yesterday</title><content type='html'>When it comes around I know it will fly by! Hopefully by being packed so full of stuff we each savor every moment of it! Tomorrow I have to clear my camera to make room for PROM!!! 3 Days away only! Im so excited. The OC prom is tomorrow also, and I have to start my hair for prom. I will be particularly busy tonite. Bedford Diaries will be good tonite!&lt;br /&gt;PROM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114608275760014763?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114608275760014763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114608275760014763' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114608275760014763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114608275760014763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hope-that-day-never-becomes.html' title='I hope that day never becomes yesterday'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114539737952649961</id><published>2006-04-18T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:52.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Phone%20on%20Stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Phone%20on%20Stage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Schedule for everyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning:&lt;br /&gt;7:30-Rise and Shine! Shower's and Eating have to be finished in an hour!&lt;br /&gt;8:30-Leave for Town&lt;br /&gt;9:00-Milkshake's Hair will be Sex-ified&lt;br /&gt;10:00-My, Chocolate Chunk, Hair will be Gorge-ified&lt;br /&gt;11:00-Cookie Dough's Hair will be made right... lol. Beautified is taken by Mint Chip!!!&lt;br /&gt;Noon:&lt;br /&gt;12:00-Get Snack, Cookie Gets Dress, I pick up my DRESS!&lt;br /&gt;-1:00-Milkshake Gets Dress, Catch Mint Chip and Paulie, Get my Dress on at the Praise Locale&lt;br /&gt;1:00-Meet up with José Who Needs a Yob and his Mother, PICTURES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Evening:&lt;br /&gt;-4:45-Shopping at Wally-World, Cyberia, and the MALL of all MALLS!&lt;br /&gt;5:00-Reservations in Ireland&lt;br /&gt;7:00-Be ready for March&lt;br /&gt;7:30- Grand March&lt;br /&gt;8:00-Prom 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I am obsessed with Prom! It isn't even my prom, but I believe it will be the best of all!&lt;br /&gt;People list:&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chunk&lt;br /&gt;Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Dough&lt;br /&gt;Mint Chip&lt;br /&gt;Paulie&lt;br /&gt;Sara and the Mickey Mouse Club&lt;br /&gt;Geo and Ronts&lt;br /&gt;José Who Needs a Yob&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Maynot&lt;br /&gt;Big Cup of Joe&lt;br /&gt;The Lovers&lt;br /&gt;Swing Accompanyist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cookie Dough, did you return Adam the Christian's coat? He may want it back if you didn't!&lt;br /&gt;*Even though I got in to DairyLand, the Beast hasn't called me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! Thanx for making this the best prom ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114539737952649961?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114539737952649961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114539737952649961' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114539737952649961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114539737952649961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/04/11-daze.html' title='11 Daze'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114532036271297011</id><published>2006-04-17T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:51.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/194/6611/640/Calumet%20Balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/194/6611/200/Calumet%20Balcony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drama Club at Calumet School &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write more, but I am exhausted! I have been posting about prom to my date! Milkshake and Cookie Dough and I are closer than ever, this weekend was insane! I will try like a mother to post on here tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114532036271297011?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114532036271297011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114532036271297011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114532036271297011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114532036271297011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/04/drama-club-at-calumet-school-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114437347711869551</id><published>2006-04-06T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:51.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EMERGENCY POST!!!</title><content type='html'>THE COMPUTERIZED SNAIL IS LOOSE!!! IF YOU SEE IT, CATCH IT AND TELL EITHER MYSELF OR LUQUEESHA AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114437347711869551?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://iamluqueesha.blogspot.com' title='EMERGENCY POST!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114437347711869551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114437347711869551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114437347711869551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114437347711869551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/04/emergency-post.html' title='EMERGENCY POST!!!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114427182305202398</id><published>2006-04-05T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:50.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't do flowers</title><content type='html'>I totally just did one really mean thing to a friend of mine who didn't deserve it. I feel like poo for it. Well I deserve that at least. Hm... I reckon I deserve the babysitting for it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, at like 10&lt;br /&gt;Smiley Stories: Episode 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or not says:&lt;br /&gt;okay... angry angry hate music causes a stunned silence, shocked confusion. He chooses to follow the snail to sleepy goodness, He dreams of rainbows and angels, angels and rainbows. He wakes up on an island. Its mighty windy on the island. closing music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114427182305202398?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114427182305202398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114427182305202398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114427182305202398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114427182305202398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-do-flowers.html' title='I don&apos;t do flowers'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114419930365005662</id><published>2006-04-04T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:50.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Themes In Relaxation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Foxy%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Foxy%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today feeling sick, but not terribble&lt;br /&gt;I ate at breakfast, "Choice of Cereal, poptart, Toast, and Milk"&lt;br /&gt;We built the Bridges to Success in Physics&lt;br /&gt;Talked Death in Themes and Composition&lt;br /&gt;Started PowerPoints in BST and FINISHED MY SENIOR PROJECT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Did some good singing in choir&lt;br /&gt;Got some Precalc done&lt;br /&gt;Understood a poem in English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PRETTY MUCH HAD AN AMAZING DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: Eating Pasty&lt;br /&gt;Watching House, now...&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the V for Vendetta music...&lt;br /&gt;Marveling at my lip color in that picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley Stories: Episode 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at the dog who crapped, which made you sick so we threw a party for you toake you feel better. You then started crying because you were so happy... no, no you were allergic to the dust we were throwing around the backyard tent table. Then their was a rainbow and a sun and you were happy agian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114419930365005662?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114419930365005662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114419930365005662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114419930365005662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114419930365005662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/04/themes-in-relaxation_04.html' title='Themes In Relaxation'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114411400507350864</id><published>2006-04-03T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:49.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is my Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Snow%20Stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Snow%20Stop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my Superman. At the service this week, Pastor Pottery Clay explained about Jesus and farting and how Jesus Farted. Basically about how Jesus was a human being, and while we are praising Him we tend to act like we are high. We are to recognize that, while it is fun being high and sometimes you can't help it, we are still just humans just like Jesus. Jesus is the ultimate perfect human being though, without sin... He is the only human that we can trust and and believe in but never truly understand because we don't have to. We can just stay high if we want though, it looks good to all those grounded people who think its just a belief and a shot at clarity and forgiveness... Those people who see Christianity as a relationship with a true friend (Jesus), not a religion that must be followed like rats to traps or ants to spilled syrup...&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Dead&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for cereal and ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Fifty steps behind&lt;br /&gt;Like Break never even happened&lt;br /&gt;I want: Time&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;Someone to post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114411400507350864?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114411400507350864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114411400507350864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114411400507350864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114411400507350864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/04/jesus-is-my-superman.html' title='Jesus is my Superman'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114315405809417371</id><published>2006-03-23T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:49.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ChrisVanPatreaster's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/200/Holiday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;These many months have passed by so fast!&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait till we get things done and I get a few days in tips at the Farm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have passed but you are still with me,&lt;br /&gt;The months have passed and you are still near me,&lt;br /&gt;The years have passed and you are still there waiting&lt;br /&gt;For me to want to stay with you.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was spent away from you,&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines Day I wasn't alone,&lt;br /&gt;But just like on St. Patricks Day I wasn't with you.&lt;br /&gt;When Easter Comes I wont be with you either.&lt;br /&gt;I will be with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I know when I will want to be with you, you will have passed away&lt;br /&gt;Or left or ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;You will have given me everything I have given you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114315405809417371?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114315405809417371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114315405809417371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114315405809417371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114315405809417371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/chrisvanpatreasters-day.html' title='ChrisVanPatreaster&apos;s Day'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114315273236227271</id><published>2006-03-23T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:48.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is Melting, Spring is Freezing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Melting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/200/Melting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Melted%20Cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/200/Melted%20Cave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114315273236227271?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114315273236227271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114315273236227271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114315273236227271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114315273236227271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/winter-is-melting-spring-is-freezing.html' title='Winter is Melting, Spring is Freezing'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114298663507458888</id><published>2006-03-21T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:48.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chunk is working at the Dairy Farm</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I can't post a picture today. I am really feeling like a maniac! I have finished my English test, have to take my BST soon, finish my lyrics interpretation, DO MY SENIOR PROJECT, and get this job! This job working at the Farm would be wonderful for money, I fear I may have to turn down the UB stuff though, again if it interferes with my hours.&lt;br /&gt;I am: Extremely thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I get the job and start making money soon&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to get off, but driven to stay on!&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Like I have to pee&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty still&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114298663507458888?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114298663507458888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114298663507458888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114298663507458888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114298663507458888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/chocolate-chunk-is-working-at-dairy.html' title='Chocolate Chunk is working at the Dairy Farm'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114290984461968043</id><published>2006-03-20T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:48.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Set your friends on FIRE!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Another week started! Today has been occupation day in my own world, and I have been trying to find another job to pay for my senior expenses... well that's boring. I have to do my senior Project, a final draft of an essay, study for a test in English for tomorrow, finish all of the BST stuff... Well okay. V for Vendetta was hot! Review at a later date! Elton John is incredible, review at a later date! (My new thing is these reviews! They take up space!)&lt;br /&gt;I am: Listening to Elton now&lt;br /&gt;Chewing (but not consuming) a large slim jim&lt;br /&gt;Really knowing I ought to leave this computer alone&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Parched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114290984461968043?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114290984461968043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114290984461968043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114290984461968043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114290984461968043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/set-your-friends-on-fire.html' title='Set your friends on FIRE!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114263226371980015</id><published>2006-03-17T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:47.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Empty as the Inside of Me</title><content type='html'>I totally stole this from another blog, but it is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOGS STOPPED FLYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before humans,&lt;br /&gt;dogs flew everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Their wings of silky furwrapped hollow bones.&lt;br /&gt;Their tails waggedlike rudders through wind,&lt;br /&gt;their stomachs bareto the sullen earth.&lt;br /&gt;Out of sorrowfor the first humans--stumbling,&lt;br /&gt; crawling,helpless and cold--dogs folded their great wings into paws&lt;br /&gt;soft enough to walkbeside us forever.&lt;br /&gt;They still weep for us,&lt;br /&gt;pity our small noses,&lt;br /&gt;our unfortunate eyes,&lt;br /&gt;our dull teeth.&lt;br /&gt;They lick our faces clean,&lt;br /&gt;keep us warm at night.Sometimes they remember flying&lt;br /&gt;and bite our ugly hands.&lt;br /&gt;-- Kenneth W. Brewer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114263226371980015?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114263226371980015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114263226371980015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114263226371980015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114263226371980015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-empty-as-inside-of-me.html' title='As Empty as the Inside of Me'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114245978978157047</id><published>2006-03-15T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:47.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Green%20Tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/400/Green%20Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day things will be as easy as they are made out to be and we will all get what we want. That day doesn't seem to be coming any time soon, but we can try with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;Reviews:&lt;br /&gt;UltraViolet--- I saw this movie two Saturdays ago at the mall, not knowing what it was about, but knowing that Jem was playing during the television preview of it. It was very bright, so you would have had to be stoned to fall asleep during it (if you did fall asleep, let me hold some of them drugs!). I got ill when they took her blood with the straw like things... The fighting was brilliant, gorgeous sequences with really kewl weapons and outfits. The story was pretty lame, but I would watch it again for the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on DVD---I saw this movie when it came out at the mall and was amazed. I get that everytime I watch a new Harry Potter. They could show me stick figures and I would love it because I am always so curious to see how movies will turn out after I wait so long for them. The beginning was extremely abrupt, as was the whole movie. Though, it showed me everything I wanted to see; the Yule Ball, the other schools (I had wanted to see the other schools since Draco mentioned Durmstrang in Book 1), Mad Eye Moody, and the challenges. The challenges were especially gorgeous, colorful and fast and wonderfully displayed. I was shaking during the maze! I haven't a clue what people are thinking but Hermione's dress for the ball is nothing to write home about (Ruffle MANIA!). Victor Krum! Goodness he is fine! And when Durmstrang came in I had to shift in my seat because it was so energizing! I still don't get why Harry doesn't get more credit than he does... In my mind, I switched Lupin and Moody when he had the lesson on Unforgivable Curses...&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown---This CD sucks out loud! But I do know an assortment of people who would praise it and listen to it nonstop. The music is typical, and the boy didn't write one lyric of his own. Many parts have his voice so thin and high pitched that the topics he is expressing (going out with girls, driving, skipping the clubs to mess around somewhere else) seem more stupid yet! He is sixteen, but he sounds like he is twelve, singing about how things make him "Run it" and say "Yo" with a mountain of other songs that make no sense, or are so annoying that I have to skip them (the second half of the disc). "Gimme That" was the reason I bought this disc. He sounded his age, and kept things more tame, even though he is still driven to say Gimme, I swear, like twenty something times... I should have just downloaded it...&lt;br /&gt;I am: Listening to Jem&lt;br /&gt;Hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;Anxious for Lent tonite, and really wanting some soup...&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Tired, and my legs hurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114245978978157047?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114245978978157047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114245978978157047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114245978978157047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114245978978157047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/killing-green.html' title='Killing Green'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114237708854791450</id><published>2006-03-14T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:47.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Me, Oh My...</title><content type='html'>I have been sitting at this computer forever trying to figure out the code for this blog design, mission finally complete.&lt;br /&gt;I am: Happy to run away to take some pictures of outside&lt;br /&gt;Not hungry&lt;br /&gt;Looking ugly, my hair still looks terrible&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Okay, BUT I CANT POST PICS ANYMORE IT SEEMS!&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Imogen Heap, I am in love with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114237708854791450?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114237708854791450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114237708854791450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114237708854791450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114237708854791450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-me-oh-my.html' title='Oh Me, Oh My...'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114227624695135386</id><published>2006-03-13T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:46.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>Im trying to post, but the picture thing isnt working. I will just try later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114227624695135386?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114227624695135386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114227624695135386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114227624695135386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114227624695135386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114168963820551092</id><published>2006-03-06T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:45.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on a lost purse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purse is not just lost, but super lost. It has ruined my day. Where could it be? Not only is there the money in there for my prom dress, but the entire possibility of me going to prom entirely. I lost two days of work thanks to this next weekend of no work, and I worked relatively promptly this weekend at work, getting out somewhat on time. I should wash my hair, but I cant until I get a scarf washed...&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Temperature, SP.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stay sane without my purse&lt;br /&gt;Not eating&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty as all get out&lt;br /&gt;Extremely pleased at my progress in CW&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering why I go to school at all&lt;br /&gt;I feel:&lt;br /&gt;Like someone is squishing my eyes, and my head, as I have felt all day from allergies and worrying over the runaway purse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114168963820551092?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114168963820551092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114168963820551092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114168963820551092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114168963820551092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/03/reflections-on-lost-purse.html' title='Reflections on a lost purse...'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114116495542272574</id><published>2006-02-28T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:44.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classy Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Spirit%20Week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Spirit%20Week.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finish line is getting closer, I can see it, I can see it, I am running towards it... I am getting nowhere near it. We hit the 3 month mark Sunday and now I am really just hoping this passes quicker. Senior Seminar is going better now, as I am finally getting things going on my guide, at this rate I could be done with it in a week, and have my paper finished sometime next week (If I ever get into writing it before a Brogan paper comes around). The wonderful Friday came, with some violence! Lol, Krystal injured herself, Kristen was bitter and hated everyone for ditching OrangeHead, who just showed up and surprised me out of my mind at Walmart that night. Curious George came too, and drank my water, the water I had wanted all day long... Tear tear... More reckless messing with Todd, and Nicole came! That was a great sight. The J's were their too, it is surely love at first something. Jack Boyd came and kept us company (purposely ditching OH and then keeping him occupied while I proceeded to freak out majorly at Self Checkout with Krystal). Alberta was there too, having her fun and keeping us all lighthearted. I really wanted and still want glazed doughnuts. Hm. GREYS ANATOMY! I love it now! Well I hope so, I have only seen the first season, and I have heard some majorly extreme things about the second season. OSCARS! AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL, again!PROJECT RUNWAY! I finally got a new Entertainment magazine... I reckon I ought to run away now and take care of some business...&lt;br /&gt;I am: About to talk to Mother Luoma&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Matchbox Twenty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114116495542272574?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114116495542272574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114116495542272574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114116495542272574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114116495542272574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/02/classy-freak.html' title='Classy Freak'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-114047927351935958</id><published>2006-02-20T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:44.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Pimpin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Pimpin%20Saturday%20Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Pimpin%20Saturday%20Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pimpin Saturday Night, drunk on fruit smoothies and Phase 10 games...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go to school anymore?! I hate it now! I just want to hurry up and graduate! I am not getting Senioritis, but I just dont see the point of going anymore. My principal hates Krystal and I so I cant walk through the school without getting one of his Death Stares... These papers are eating me up! I hate them when I used love them. Test after test after test this week. This really makes me wonder why I dont just stay home every free day possible. We dont get any days off till Spring Break! CHS had an inservice for Prez's Day, L'HS had Midwinter Break, and a string of like 8 other schools had snow days. This just makes no sense. The Cold Streak is over though, its 22 out and not -2 like yesterday and the day before.&lt;br /&gt;It is Posz Monday! He came! We praised! And laffed till Crazed and Dazed.&lt;br /&gt;I am: Eating my Cheesy Chicken Crespitos&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Blue Merle&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Alberta From Montana&lt;br /&gt;Not doing my Ad work for Brogan&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Like I am on my period, which I am&lt;br /&gt;Moderately hungry&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go check the mail for some attention...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-114047927351935958?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/114047927351935958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=114047927351935958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114047927351935958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/114047927351935958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/02/straight-pimpin.html' title='Straight Pimpin&apos;'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113978850739172183</id><published>2006-02-12T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:44.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Trip... woo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Sleeping%20Space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Sleeping%20Space.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something! This was one special trip! A lot of nerves, a lot of new ideas! I felt like crap on the way to the Ski Trip, the smell of burnt chips lingering in the Church Van, and I felt like a pill on the way back. Sides were taken, childishness and ignorance. Bitterness from the church service gave me a headache for hours. I really just can't wait for the better service later on tonite. Maybe it will make me feel better, and not like a retard or someone who even still doesn't fit here even when I thought I did perfectly. I wish there was a church with my name on it! Or at least somewhere more welcoming than these places where I dont feel supported, but only put up with and contained.&lt;br /&gt;Listening To: Jem I Am: About to read to make me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113978850739172183?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113978850739172183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113978850739172183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113978850739172183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113978850739172183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/02/ski-trip-woo.html' title='Ski Trip... woo'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113874515009253051</id><published>2006-01-31T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:43.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a belief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/P1270090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/P1270090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was a success! Amazing! I am so happy! I am not busy right now, except for having to wash my hair some time tonite and braid it maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113874515009253051?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113874515009253051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113874515009253051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113874515009253051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113874515009253051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-belief.html' title='What a belief!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113865989217774979</id><published>2006-01-30T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:43.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcanoes</title><content type='html'>I wrote a thesis paper almost three times today. I wrote the most amazing piece of writing I had ever composed, with those Shirley Hazzard type metaphors, and &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; emotion, more so than in any of my other Brogan papers, only for it to be deleted when I logged out of my school domain thing. Now I am trying to rewrite it, for the second time today. It will never be as good as the first original, and that is the frustrating part. Every sentence I write I measure up to the original, I have lost my sovereignty in this! Just like Walker Percy says...&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about putting another picture on here, but not&lt;br /&gt;Smelling something wonderful cooking in the oven, a TV dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Poised over my Percy handout with the paper itself in another window&lt;br /&gt;Tired already&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113865989217774979?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113865989217774979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113865989217774979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113865989217774979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113865989217774979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/01/volcanoes.html' title='Volcanoes'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113822863575826629</id><published>2006-01-25T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:42.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/P1250081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/P1250081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my Senior Pictures! Well one from my folio, it seems I'm the only one who likes these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113822863575826629?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113822863575826629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113822863575826629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113822863575826629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113822863575826629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/01/heres-one.html' title='Here&apos;s one!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113822547055457485</id><published>2006-01-25T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:42.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympus</title><content type='html'>I am going to try to write in this thing faithfully at least once a week from now on... That should have been one of my resolutions, as soon as I have time to do it though. Oy, I am waiting for the olympus update do finish so I can put some of my new pictures on here! This is taking far too long. I am going to run away for a while and get cracking on all the work to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Listening to "Such Great Heights" by Iron&amp;amp;Wine&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do Precalc&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Uncle J.&lt;br /&gt;Eating a strange tasting pot pie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113822547055457485?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113822547055457485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113822547055457485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113822547055457485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113822547055457485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/01/olympus.html' title='Olympus'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113641080891012810</id><published>2006-01-04T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:41.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weird one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/P1040012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/P1040012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy writing that Schizophrenia paper today. Only 6th hour did I take a break and do some good Sudoku and listen to a song. A song by Thicke. A NEW SONG BY ROBIN THICKE!!! I was amazed and in awe when I saw it yesterday on the TV. It is so cute and I am going to get his new album on February 14, when it comes out, if its the last thing I do. Sam Goody is closed so it doesnt look like it will be from there, but maybe it will be if I do it online. I sure am not going to walmart or shopko, and pamida doesnt have a thing worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;This past break I went to JC Penney's with Krystal and Kirsten and we tried on clothes, to make hideous outfits. I loved my "hideous" outfit. Krystal really hates that shirt but I love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;Mama is driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;Finish my paper&lt;br /&gt;Finish my precalc&lt;br /&gt;I Am:&lt;br /&gt;Hungrier than all get out.&lt;br /&gt;Tired and frustrated at Mama.&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at the song and hoping to hear it again soon!&lt;br /&gt;But remaining faithful to Hanson by listening to the Media Player in which I have them saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113641080891012810?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113641080891012810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113641080891012810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113641080891012810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113641080891012810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-weird-one.html' title='What a weird one!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113616994934688633</id><published>2006-01-01T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:40.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/194/6611/640/PC240018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/194/6611/200/PC240018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Scene at Lois' House &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Break... Well it went by faster than I thought it would. Maybe because of all the work I did. I am an expert at cutting oranges now, and I am not terrible at time. Well not as bad, but I still go later though, but its all good. I am learning all of the residents names now and I am really good at the upper shift now too. I spend a lot of my time eating toast there and listening to music while I wait for Annette to finish washing her dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a digital camera! An Olympus one with 4MP and such. I figured out how to get pictures on this so now I am estatic! I am also going through another PHASE!!! HANSON!!! NONSTOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;New years brought great things. A pooload of traditions. Last night-This morning, me and krystal and kirsten went to Swedetown, and sled through the new year. and talked for ever at the top of the hill. and I cracked my sled, but still used it and cracked it some more. and we made new years resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;My resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;Save 10%  of everything I make, at least&lt;br /&gt;Stay faithful to hanson all year&lt;br /&gt;Drink more liquids&lt;br /&gt;Fix my medical problems&lt;br /&gt;Give more to the church&lt;br /&gt;Stay true to my own dreams&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Kinda thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I hadnt have gotten that steamer from Cyberia&lt;br /&gt;Watching WE, but hoping to find something better&lt;br /&gt;Really hoping I will find a good fanfiction to read&lt;br /&gt;OY! I have to finish my Precalc class before the weeks are up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113616994934688633?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113616994934688633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113616994934688633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113616994934688633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113616994934688633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-scene-at-lois-house-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113390821677554990</id><published>2005-12-06T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:40.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm. What a story.</title><content type='html'>Looks like things are going well. I had some good conversations, a pretty nice late start yesterday, and we have our church things taken care of. I dont have any papers due, except a pretty hefty research writing paper that I should really take care of soon.&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music&lt;br /&gt;Reading a fic&lt;br /&gt;Not hungry, despite all of the food I have here to eat&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating my birthday&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to get online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113390821677554990?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113390821677554990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113390821677554990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113390821677554990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113390821677554990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/12/hm-what-story.html' title='Hm. What a story.'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113347506009729446</id><published>2005-12-01T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:39.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee Dee Dee!</title><content type='html'>Totally Carlos Mencia Day today! I have been saying Dee Dee Dee! all day long.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believeI should put some of my writing online here, just because. I dont know why. Or maybe I could put it on writing.com. There is more recognition there.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Dare, Gorillaz, like four times in a row and am tempted to shut off this Bush, and play it again.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is not liking me at all today, and i am afraid I will have to get off pretty soon to style it. Put the irons to it again after I get out the shower.&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Merry Christmas Baby, the song after Bush's Mouth on my media player.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I could burst out in song because of the holiday spirit.. "underneath the mistletoe..."&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty as ever&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, but not knocking it&lt;br /&gt;Reading a new fanfiction&lt;br /&gt;Deciding if I should post my ballad at all&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to come up with a Senior Quote or Senior Will, but must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113347506009729446?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113347506009729446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113347506009729446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113347506009729446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113347506009729446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/12/dee-dee-dee.html' title='Dee Dee Dee!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113339411547350975</id><published>2005-11-30T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:39.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/194/6611/640/prom.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/194/6611/200/prom.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom prom prom! this was Calumet Prom 2005&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113339411547350975?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113339411547350975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113339411547350975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113339411547350975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113339411547350975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/11/prom-prom-prom-this-was-calumet-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113339063708861055</id><published>2005-11-30T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:38.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy year</title><content type='html'>Busy year, busy year. I am at home right now, in Michigan, waiting for my best friend to get on so I can ask to go with them to the Advent service tonight at Zion. I have some cold pizza on my left side, some sitting orange juice on my right side, a little payment stub with my ballads to read for English by my left wrist, and my precalc notebook full of scribblings under my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;Final Draft of Thesis Paper&lt;br /&gt;Rough Draft of Bio Report&lt;br /&gt;Anything in Precalc&lt;br /&gt;Upward Bound Blue Sheet&lt;br /&gt;Sir Gawain Story&lt;br /&gt;Finding a good celebrity fanfiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slaving over my fanfiction lately! I have found that niftiest one on live journal. I wonder if there is any fiction on blogger. I shall see. I also should fix my application for the competition at Northern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to drink some of my OJ&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to find a great fanfiction&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someone will get online so I can talk&lt;br /&gt;Listening to OC Mix 1:Honey and the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this Hello business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113339063708861055?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113339063708861055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113339063708861055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113339063708861055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113339063708861055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/11/busy-year.html' title='Busy year'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-113338940520403271</id><published>2005-11-30T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:38.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/194/6611/640/hairstylin2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/194/6611/200/hairstylin2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nice pic of me in GA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-113338940520403271?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/113338940520403271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=113338940520403271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113338940520403271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/113338940520403271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-nice-pic-of-me-in-ga.html' title=''/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112214803888700430</id><published>2005-07-23T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:38.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nowadays</title><content type='html'>Its been a while but it has been raining and stuff up here and the fone lines have been down and so has the internet. Its all good though&lt;br /&gt;Me and Krystal have been freaking about Ewan Mcgregor lately and have been doing anything and everything we can to see something with him in it. We watched Big Fish and Down with love and Moulin Rouge enough times and I went shopping and bounced a check and am really urked about not being able to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed&lt;br /&gt;Having to pee&lt;br /&gt;Needing to get dressed&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go to Pizza Works&lt;br /&gt;And to the Gas Station&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112214803888700430?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112214803888700430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112214803888700430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112214803888700430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112214803888700430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/nowadays.html' title='nowadays'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112113779013496962</id><published>2005-07-11T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:37.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hairstylin'!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/hairstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/hairstyle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my new hair cut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112113779013496962?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112113779013496962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112113779013496962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112113779013496962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112113779013496962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/hairstylin.html' title='hairstylin&apos;!!!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112096300291672539</id><published>2005-07-09T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:37.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/Photo%2099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/Photo%2099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me from Thursday afternoon after I got my teeth out.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am:&lt;br /&gt;Watching Barbershop 2&lt;br /&gt;About to go to the toilet room&lt;br /&gt;About to check out that site on live journal&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about going to desiring hayden&lt;br /&gt;Getting really annoyed at the stiffness and pain in my face, but the motrin that I took is kickin in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112096300291672539?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112096300291672539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112096300291672539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112096300291672539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112096300291672539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/hm.html' title='hm'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112092968689904597</id><published>2005-07-09T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and V at graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/vienna%20and%20brenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/vienna%20and%20brenda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year it will be me in the gown, hopefully not in that ghastly blue and instead the gold...&lt;br /&gt;I am the one not in the gown, duh, but on the right. I was a chaperone, usher person. This is in the elementary school gym...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112092968689904597?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112092968689904597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112092968689904597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112092968689904597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112092968689904597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-v-at-graduation.html' title='Me and V at graduation'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112092942004366573</id><published>2005-07-09T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:35.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden header</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/1600/header1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1253/320/header1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo, it worked. maybe i will try to put up the pick of me and v...&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew how to make this header actually head the page...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112092942004366573?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112092942004366573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112092942004366573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112092942004366573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112092942004366573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/hayden-header.html' title='Hayden header'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112075745101952900</id><published>2005-07-07T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:35.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nope</title><content type='html'>It didnt work, darnet. Well, it's all good. I will figure it out another time. I have a few more hours and then i get my teeth out! WOOOO. Im excited! I went to the DMV and passed the test, but I couldnt get my permit because I dont have an emblem stamped Certificate of Attendance for school. That is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Having to pee&lt;br /&gt;Watching Celebrity Poker&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Krystal&lt;br /&gt;Really hungry, but I cant eat&lt;br /&gt;Needing to be washing the dishes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112075745101952900?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112075745101952900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112075745101952900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112075745101952900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112075745101952900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/nope.html' title='nope'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112067711750310958</id><published>2005-07-06T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:34.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope this worked</title><content type='html'>This is me and vienna, me being on the right...it is supposed to say OC, but instead it looks like we are cuing on drinking, ick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112067711750310958?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112067711750310958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112067711750310958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112067711750310958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112067711750310958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hope-this-worked.html' title='i hope this worked'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112065678398164501</id><published>2005-07-06T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:34.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Rush</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh! Yesterday was so neet. Even though I didnt do anything all day but surf the net until I went to walmart later on, I found all these new fanfiction sites! It was the first time in years that I got that excited about the next part of a fanfiction! I was thinking about it all last night after staying up late reading more! Gosh. I just took Takiyah to day care and now I am waiting for my leftover barbecue to cool down and listening to music videos. Ooo Krystal's song is on! Well I dont know much anymore, it has been a while, maybe she grew out of it. I have a really bad mosquito bite on my foot and it itches like crazy! Tomorrow I get my teeth out, YAYAYAY!!! I woke takiyah and siwa and tre up this morning with, "wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!!!" That was funny, because I screamed it and didnt sound happy or cheery at all. But today I get an early start on looking up more fanfiction, so tv isnt really necessary. I kept turning down the tv yesterday. I am looking for a 20 hottest list on vh1 because desiring hayden told me that hayden christensen made 8th!!! I just want to see what they said about him..&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Watching a really nice coke commercial, because I like the song.."its a simple thing"&lt;br /&gt;Smelling my barbecue and aching...&lt;br /&gt;Really having to use the bathroom. I ALWAYS HAVE TO USE THE BATHROOM !!! I had to have peed like 8 times yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Having really annoying, nauseating midcycle cramps&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to wash clothes, but since all of our stuff smells like stormy's house (like cooked rice and acid), I have to. It makes my nose burn, and now my sweatshirt smells like it and most of mine and takiyahs clothes, and my luggage. I am so going to have to febreeze it or something. It is giving me a headache&lt;br /&gt;Going to start doing that so I can get back to my fanfiction&lt;br /&gt;Hearing Krystals song on mtv now, its coldplay speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I should upload a pic or something so I can get some response from futazi or this thing. It seems like the last pics that we took didnt turn out as good as we had hoped...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112065678398164501?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112065678398164501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112065678398164501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112065678398164501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112065678398164501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/fan-rush.html' title='Fan Rush'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112053077510054333</id><published>2005-07-04T22:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:34.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light and Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dark is generous and patient, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it always wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in the heart of its strength lies weakness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One lone candle is enough to hold it back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is more than a candle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love can ignite the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  I do not own this poem at all. It is beautiful though, and that isnt all of it. Go to the site, and see the rest for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112053077510054333?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112053077510054333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112053077510054333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112053077510054333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112053077510054333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/light-and-dark.html' title='Light and Dark'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112053050290355173</id><published>2005-07-04T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:33.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That smells nice!</title><content type='html'>We got back home a few hours ago, after a really nice ride. I watched Dirty Dancing and the rest of Miami Rhapsody on the way. that was nice. I am looking at desiring hayden's update for today and it has some time pics on it and a realy nice little poem ish thing on one of the wallpapers. We went to VA and came back with some guy named Ivan. He was kewl, and really nice, just like Siwa, just not as pimp. They react to music the same, and wear their rags at the same times... They act the same, and talk the same. But Ivan doesnt have anything on siwa's pimposity. I got into this one some that he hates called "So Icy". I didnt even like it at first, but now it is flowing through my head nonstop! Ivan lent one of his new shirts to takiyah because she was cold, and left it with us. Gosh it smells nice. I wish i had something that smelled so clean. I wish I new what smell good he uses. I probably will be seeing him again sometime soon, just because he goes to skewl with Siwa&lt;br /&gt;I get my teeth done in only a few days, woooooooo! Im so excited! And I just cant hide it! I also have to talk to Nikki to see if she will braid my hair before I go.&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Watching tv, looking for something to stare at for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating using the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about clipping one of my hangnails that I have been staring at for the past hour or so&lt;br /&gt;Hurting, my back is sore&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating getting up really early tomorrow to get Takiyah ready&lt;br /&gt;Really not liking my juice that I got&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that that mosquito escaped or hid somewhere, because i cant find it anymore to kill it&lt;br /&gt;Really needing to floss, my gums hurt something fierce!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not really wanting to unpack all the stuff for takiyah, but knowing I have to&lt;br /&gt;Going to copy down a poem from online&lt;br /&gt;thinking about writing a disclaimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont own desiring hayden, just for mentioning it... I know that I cant take her pics, but to reference to her site and copy a really sweet poem should be alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112053050290355173?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.desiringhayden.net' title='That smells nice!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112053050290355173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112053050290355173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112053050290355173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112053050290355173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/that-smells-nice.html' title='That smells nice!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112041205158580145</id><published>2005-07-03T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:33.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Bill, Movies Galore!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night, I watched Kill Bill, and I really really enjoyed it. I thought it was brilliant! I am amazed how tarantino can have movies that represent himself... that are specifically his. that you know are his by the first few shots. He is very careful and pays attention to detail. That is neet.&lt;br /&gt;I have watched miss congeniality 2, and napoleon dynamite, boat trip, and probably some other movies. Ever since I have been in VA I have been watching all the movies i can faithfully. I am planning on watching Team America pretty soon also.&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Watching Head of State&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Krystal&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hungry, hoping that the barbecue is closer to being done&lt;br /&gt;really having to pee&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about putting up the cup of watery sprite that has been sitting on the little table for hours&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I should ask siwa if we could go early to the show tonite (to see batman begins) and let me hit up some stores&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about making takiyah brush her teeth&lt;br /&gt;I am really hungry now&lt;br /&gt;And I have to pee like the world is ending&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about telling krystal I wil brb so i can use the BR&lt;br /&gt;I should really read or something...&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to escape to the toilet room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112041205158580145?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112041205158580145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112041205158580145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112041205158580145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112041205158580145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/kill-bill-movies-galore.html' title='Kill Bill, Movies Galore!!!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112027441717025804</id><published>2005-07-01T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:32.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia</title><content type='html'>today was a long day of stuff! OMG, at first, I woke up and had to get takiyah ready, and packed. But she wasnt having that. She layed in bed for forever. So I went back to sleep, and then decided to set the alarm again. So i did that and went back to sleep again. I got up and got myself ready and started packing my little bag. Then i got takiyah up, and we started moving around. The first place we went to was to the oral surgeon, and that is going to cost an arm in a leg ( i have to get my wisdoms out). Then we went and hung out at the bank for forever, after going to pay the cell fone bill. And then we went to go pick up this dood. And then we went and got our bags and I washed the dishes and we loaded stuff in the vehicle, and then we picked up takiyah from day care. And then we went to mcdonalds and got on the road. I watched movies on the way to virginia, read a book, played my 20 questions game, and listened to music. I also talked a little. I watched dirty dancing havana nights, and miami rhapsody. oh and I also played Text Twist... This is the worst post ever, but it has been a long day&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Watching napoleon dynamite&lt;br /&gt;Having to pee&lt;br /&gt;Gettin rather thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the laudry going&lt;br /&gt;Hearing my brother trying to find something to eat for my neice&lt;br /&gt;Really really freezing cold&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating getting on youthnoise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112027441717025804?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112027441717025804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112027441717025804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112027441717025804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112027441717025804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/07/virginia.html' title='Virginia'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-112010264401777810</id><published>2005-06-29T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:32.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Pudding</title><content type='html'>I made rice pudding tonite. It doesnt taste half bad, but it was made with eggs and that was kinda weird. I am rather tired because i am usually asleep by now, but i have been looking at desiringhayden.net for the past forever. The new look is fantastic! I also started a character at some Millsberry site.... It is better than Neopets by a long shot... Well maybe not better but rather close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;Watching Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;Trying to finish my Koolaid&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on my rice pudding&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the book I should have been reading all day but didnt do anything but glance at it         every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Cutting my cuticles off with a knife&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-112010264401777810?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/112010264401777810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=112010264401777810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112010264401777810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/112010264401777810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/06/rice-pudding.html' title='Rice Pudding'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-111996881597790128</id><published>2005-06-28T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:11:00.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching a movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I have to call a dentist to see if I can get an appointment for Friday. I have to get my wisdom teeth out. The only thing that is really terrible about that is there is Fourth of July celebrations that weekend, and we are going to be in Virginia. that would mean I wouldnt be able to eat! NOOOOO! I will just have to have an appt, and a checkup on Friday, and have the sugery when i get back. I also have to get a booklet to take the test to get my drivers permit. This is terrible. I dont have time to do much of anything!!! I have to get an ID, a dentist thing, a permit, and who knows what else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Right now I am: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Watching &lt;em&gt;Breakin' all the rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Not particularly enjoying it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Having to use the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Thinking about having a Hot Pocket for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Rethinking it for Eggo's and sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Thinking about getting my book to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I should sweep the kitchen, the ants are invading! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It looks like it has stopped trying to rain before it even started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-111996881597790128?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/111996881597790128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=111996881597790128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/111996881597790128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/111996881597790128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/06/watching-movie.html' title='Watching a movie'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-111991317142426018</id><published>2005-06-27T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:55:30.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dagnabbit!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just wrote one of the longest posts I have written in ages, and it like went away. I tried copying it, and that didnt work. i saved it as a draft, but it disappeared. I dont know where to find it.&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;really hungry&lt;br /&gt;talking to an old friend on messenger&lt;br /&gt;about to heat up some old pizza&lt;br /&gt;watching the end of charmed&lt;br /&gt;posting on YN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-111991317142426018?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/111991317142426018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=111991317142426018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/111991317142426018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/111991317142426018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/06/dagnabbit.html' title='dagnabbit!!!'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000223.post-111989523590550353</id><published>2005-06-27T14:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:10:12.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I noticed that many people on youthnoise had blogs at myplace, and I didnt feel right not having one so here. I have succumbed to the blog. I thought these were only for political news people like Joey Dauben, but I spose not. I can write about how I am doing and what I am doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am:&lt;br /&gt;About to eat a hot pocket&lt;br /&gt;Listening to guster&lt;br /&gt;Sorting through my new checking account stuff&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating about washing my hair&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to pick up my neice from day care&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about a movie to finally put in...&lt;br /&gt;Considering &lt;em&gt;Blade:Trinity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reign over the Games, Polls, and Quizzes forum at youthnoise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14000223-111989523590550353?l=thickegusterocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/feeds/111989523590550353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14000223&amp;postID=111989523590550353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/111989523590550353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14000223/posts/default/111989523590550353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thickegusterocean.blogspot.com/2005/06/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting time'/><author><name>13Secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504229458831819077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7XMqgw9Ze0/TkQ_plhE4KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fz7a1kfPFik/s220/8ESRl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
