<?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-15732411</id><updated>2011-08-05T10:54:19.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Constitutional Dictatorships Inc.</title><subtitle type='html'>The personal blog of the world's future dictator.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114750535249558153</id><published>2006-05-13T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:29:12.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard and Sally: A Thriller</title><content type='html'>Every weeknight, Richard and Sally took a stroll together under the moonlight through Sall's gated neighborhood. Their walks were usually in silence, but the love and contentment shared between the two was enough to fill the void that silence left. Neither had ever met anyone like the other, which excited them. Both were very reserved but adventurous individuals, and both had minor handicaps. Sally had been in a wheel chair since she could remember and her ears had melted off even earlier. Her mother had downs-syndrome and was well known throughout the community, entertaining the neighborhood children with "Aunt Lucy's Story-Time Giraffe Farm Hour Land", a day-care she had opened with the help of her assisted-living agent, Jennae. However, it was Lucy that gave the day-care its name. Children would flock to the day-care, begging their parents to let them attend. They were enthralled by Lucy's splended comic timing, which was in fact simply her downs. Lucy baked them cookies and put on pretend pirate-adventure plays with them. Nothing compared to the joy Lucy felt while experiencing the childhoods of the neighborhood children during Aunt Lucy's Story-Time Giraffe Farm Hour Land. However, there was one thing she wanted more than anything else; a child of her own. The deep, restless desire burned deep inside of her every day of her life. But with her massive forehead and disheveled demeanor, who would give her this great gift? Lucy decided to take matters into her own hands. One night, after Aunt Lucy's Story-Time Giraffe Farm Hour Land had ended, Lucy decided to infiltrate Uncle Roy's Story-Time Sperm Bank Adventure Hour, a rival dare care which also was a sperm bank. Lucy, dressed in all black with a white bow on her head so she wouldn't look like a boy, did cartwheels the entire way to the building which was located several hours away (she believed it would be more stealthy this way). When she got to the building, she saw Roy asleep in the lobby. She cartwheeled around to the back door and pulled out a turkey baister that had her initials inscribed on the side. She quickly opened the spermefridgerator and poured an entire gallon of yellow, greasy sperm into the baister without hesitation, and pumped herself full of it. It did not take Lucy long to realize what mistake she had just made. First of all, sperm was not yellow or greasy. Lucy knew this because of the "story-time"s she used to have with her Uncle Tom in his cabin throughout her girlhood. Nor did sperm come in a container labeled Country Crock. Lucy giggled at her mistake and decided to simply think of it as "greasing the pan". She promptly filled the baister and herself with the correct substance and cartwheeled back to her house.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy was with child before she knew it, but decided to keep the pregnancy a secret from everyone. Fortunately, this was easy because Lucy's other mentally challended friend, Ike, owned a facility called Cousin Ike's Magical Safari Doctors Office. Dr. Ike simply told those with inquiries that Lucy suffered from a goiter in her stomach. Soon, Lucy's child was born. Thanks to the buttery mistake she had made, the baby simply slid out and the labor period took about five minutes. Lucy decided to name the baby Sally and to continue keeping her a secret. The next day, Aunt Lucy's Story-Time Giraffe Farm Hour Land began early and promptly. After a longer session than she had anticipated, Lucy could finally return to her child. When she opened the door she was shocked at what she saw. Her baby was under attack. A gaggle of geese had swarmed the room and the baby and had gnawed off her legs and set her ears aflame. Lucy called the fire department, unable to think of a more rational or sensical action. Then it came to her- a far more rational and sensical action! She stopped what she was doing and composed a briefs haiku discussing her feelings, just as Jennae had told her to do whenever she was sad or upset, to let out all of her feelings without violence or pervasive tantruming. When she finished her beautiful piece of poetry, its quality was so above average that upon reading it one might have thought she had sever autism and mild aspurgurs instead of straight-up downs. Lucy soon realized after a brief period of self-congratulation that no matter how good her poem was, it was not going to make her baby's ears grow back, nor would it keep a colony of geese from setting up their village in her corpse. Lucy quickly dropped her poem and ran outside, gravving a garden hose and spraying the geese from outside the window until they flew, agitated and wet, into the distance. Lucy had to do something! If she didn't move, fast, everybody would know that she, Lucy had had a child. Soon Sally would be ripped away from her and given to a strange family, who for all Lucy knew could be murderers, criminals, or even Native American. She quickly decided to use her logic and wrapped Sally in a plastic bag and dropped her in the river, sending her South. Lucy had a plan. She was to make haste toward the South end of the river and meet her baby there. Together, they would flee this place.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy took off cartwheeling toward her destination, all the while thinking of her baby's hair, her smile, and sometimes of Milk Duds. They had been stuck in her hair ever since she had microwaved a bowl ful and smeared them all over her face to look like Beyonce. When Jennae wasn't around to taser her, Lucy could be anything. However, after ten minutes of cartwheeling, Lucy was picked up by a man in a bear suit driving an ice cream truck, and was never seen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally was soon found mangled and half dead wrapped up in plastic in the above ground pool of a Mexican family which Lucy had mistaken for a river. Pepe and Bebita Padillo were a modest, 30 year old couple who had just moved into the country. Desperate for work, Pepe had started his own business- a pinata shop called "Si, Si, Whack, Whack". Despite the hard work and pounds of paper mache the two put forth, the income was minimal. Therefore, Pepe whored out Bebita. She had become the hit of the state of Missouri/Mexicans. Soon, Bebita's cuchita had made both Padillos mucho dinero. By the time Bebita found Sally floating face up her pool, the couple was preparing to move into an outlandish, five story Mexican mansion on the other side of town. Although satisfied with her success, Bebita had been feeling for quite some time that she needed something more. A mild mannered cat or, perhaps, a gerbil. However, the minute she layed eyes on Sally she knew she no longer needed to brainstorm. She was perfect; she had already been breastfed for several months, which was like buying a puppy with all of its shots, especially because Bebita had to save her dairy for some very lactose-tolerant customers. Also, Sally's deformities amused her and made her feel pretty. She decided to illegally adopt Sally. With all of the scarring, no one would ever know she wasn't Mexican. They would pass her off as their own. Pepe was smoking mota in the pinata shop with a group of off-duty policemen when she told him of the new arrival. He was elated in a Mexican way. &lt;br /&gt;Sally's life as a Mexican girl was full of joy, albeit slutty.She was always taken out to posh cock fights with Pepe. Her "parents" had even made her two leg-shaped pinatas that she could walk on whenever she was sick of her wheel chair. Having legs full of candy made Sally very popular at school, although she had to deal with the constant whacking with sticks from passerbys who were enticed by her fiesta-inducing legs. Her adolescence was excellent, however she yearned to know who her real mother was. Bebita swore that a crocodile had crawled into their pool at night and given birth to Sally before her eyes, however Sally was aware of her adopted mother/den mother's tendency to exaggerate. She decided to take matters into her own hands. She went back through all of the videos Bebita had filmed with men in the pool the year and month she was found, hoping to find evidence of her arrival because Bebita left the camera on 24/7. After three days of watching grotesque but strangely erotic home-made Mexican porn starring Bebita, Sally finally found was she was looking for. Bebita was wrong. It was not a crocodile at all. It was an extra-terrestrial. Sally watched on the tape as an alien being with a massive forehead, ape-like arms, and a Joey MacIntyre T-Shirt dropped her into the pool and cartwheeled away. Sally now knew the truth and could be at peace. She was not one of this world. She was something extra. Extra terrestrial. Sally began to percieve out of what she believed to be her subconscious but what was in fact her ass, memories of her infancy on an alien planet called Asprisius. She had been worshipped as a Goddess by the Aprisian people, however she had to be hidden in the Earth by a brave Asprisian warrior in order to stay safe from a neighboring rebel tribe of Xenethian hoodlums intent on detonating the entire planet of Asprisius. &lt;br /&gt;This newfound sense of self caused Sally to feel much more confident, at peace with herself, and to become a leading spokeswoman for Sientology. Many Scientologists were touched by her tale of discovery and enlightenment. Soon, Sally was even more popular with Scientologists than her mother was with men whos names ended in ito and ino. She became their poster girl, filming public service announcements, appearing on ads, and traveling to schools and conventions telling her story, all by the age of 18. In 2007, however, George W. Bush began the Scientology Holocaust and ralled the world against them, holding nationally-televised public burnings of Scientologists, who Bush had convinced the world were "like witches but weirder" and that they had to be killed in order to keep their race from achieving dominance through magic and sorcery, as Native Americans had done to the dinosaurs millions of years before, causing their mass-endangerment and subsequent extinction. &lt;br /&gt;Sally went in to hiding in a small, gated community in Switzerland, living int he attic of a drunken Swiss man who Bebita chaca-chacad with for rent. Pepe had not made it out of the country with them. During the war, the pinata shop got very busy and he had to stay to run it. Sally and Bebita did not enjoy living in a Swiss attic. All they drank was Scotch and hot chocolate, and all they had to eat was the candy in Sally's legs. Once that ran out they began munching on insulation. It was here that Sally began to notice a beautiful horse on the street. She fell in love with it, and eventually married it. Its name was Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral: sometimes people can love animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Courtesy of Chase and his myspace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114750535249558153?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114750535249558153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114750535249558153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114750535249558153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114750535249558153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/05/richard-and-sally-thriller.html' title='Richard and Sally: A Thriller'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114729789746934811</id><published>2006-05-10T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:51:37.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Confessions</title><content type='html'>[ ] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm afraid of the dark (only in places I don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep in a room if the door is open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep in a room if the door is closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I listen to political music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I collect comic books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm sad. (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sucker for blue eyes (But it depends... Tall, dark, and hondsome is just a good ;-P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I dont kill bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped and fell in public...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have worn pajamas to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I want a better job &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Talked on a phone for 6+ hours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like multiple people (I love people! &lt;3 People are awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have tried alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have smoked a pack in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I loved Lord of the Flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a lot of scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play computer games when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in the city (I get lost almost every week T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone out in public in my pajamas. (class!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made out in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Crashed into a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Japan. (Thrice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been fired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stole something from your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a crush on a teacher/coach. (&gt;_&gt; ... My Econ prof was kinda hot.... I missed very few of his classes ;-P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw someone/something dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have a list of people you want to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a car over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Liked someone even though you knew you shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thought of someone a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hate(d) the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on with your own confessions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114729789746934811?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114729789746934811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114729789746934811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114729789746934811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114729789746934811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/05/true-confessions.html' title='True Confessions'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114724334089463962</id><published>2006-05-10T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:42:20.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Gold</title><content type='html'>Sitting here thinking of that old Robert Frost poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder at what point the magic in life actually dies as opposed to just being put on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Life is meant to be lived, not planned. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114724334089463962?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114724334089463962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114724334089463962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114724334089463962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114724334089463962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-gold.html' title='Nothing Gold'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114724268109015794</id><published>2006-05-10T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:31:21.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>10 FAVES...&lt;br /&gt;1. TV show: Bones&lt;br /&gt;2. Flower: Wild Roses&lt;br /&gt;3. Alcohol: Vodka or sweet Rum&lt;br /&gt;4. Movie(s): Shrek 1 &amp; 2, School of Rock, Bridget Jones Diary, Pride and Prejudice (the new on and the BBC version), League of Extraordinary Gentelmen, Ocean's 11, Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;5. Color: Green&lt;br /&gt;6. Sport: Ice Skating (Alexei!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Mall: The underground mall across from the Lido in Beijing.. it got turned in to the government though T_T&lt;br /&gt;8. Music: Queen, Yellowcard, Avril, Jason Mraz, anything I can sing to&lt;br /&gt;9. Food: oranges&lt;br /&gt;10. Season: fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 FACTS...&lt;br /&gt;1. Hometown: Southlake, Tx &lt;br /&gt;2. Height: 5'2" and a quarter&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair color: Brown, but there's still a little red in it&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair Length: I cut it a lot... right now it's above my shoulders when wet&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair style: however I feel like&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye color: brown, but green-ish when I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;7. Shoe size: 4 childrens uo to  6 1/2 womens. Depends on the shoe&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood: miffed&lt;br /&gt;9. Sexuality: I like guys&lt;br /&gt;10. Status: single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 LOVE LIFE...&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love: yup&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did your last relationship fail?: He was a butthole. (You were! I still &lt;3 you though! lol)&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been heartbroken?: yup&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someones heart?: I have....&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever fallen for your best friend? one of my best guy friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you plan on getting married?: I want to, but the chances of finding a guy willing to traipse around the world with me are slim to none&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of committment?: extremely, and I hate it&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you ever get married to someone of the same sex? nope&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you ever have sex with someone of the same sex? o_O No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 THIS OR THATS...&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust?: you need both to make it work&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer?: hard liquor&lt;br /&gt;3. Night or day?: night &lt;br /&gt;4. Hook-ups or relationship?:  relationships, despite the fact that they're always so darn complicated &lt;br /&gt;5. TV or internet?: Internet&lt;br /&gt;6. Pepsi or coke?: neither&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in?: Wild night out! Definitely! What's the use of having life without finding adventure? &lt;br /&gt;8. Saturday or Sunday?: Sunday&lt;br /&gt;9. Colored or black and white picture? Color&lt;br /&gt;10. Phone or in person?: Wow. Is that vague enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 HAVE YOU EVERS...&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been caught sneaking out?: yup... it's complicated&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever skinny dipped?: I plea the 5th&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever done something you regret?: I guess&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever bungee jumped? Not yet!&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been on a house boat? Yup ^_^&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker?: Yes, but I prefer gobstoppers&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever wanted someone so badly it hurt?: I would like to be whimsically romantic and say yes.... but no. Not really.  If you actually have someone you want, why would it hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever stayed up all night til the sun came up?: Almost every night&lt;br /&gt;9. Have your parents seen you with a hickey: That would involve me having a hickey first....&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever been caught by your parents doing anything more than making out?: No. Same sort of thing as before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ARE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now?: yup&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you in love with anyone?: I love a lot of people who are important to me&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you happy?: not really&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you talking to anyone right now? nope... But Allie is in the room&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you bored? No, I fill out these messages when I have tons of stuff to do!&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you German?: Over 40%&lt;br /&gt;7.Are You Irish: tiny, tiny bit&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you Italian?: nope&lt;br /&gt;9. Are your parents still married?: In the process of divorce&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like someone right now? yup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114724268109015794?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114724268109015794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114724268109015794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114724268109015794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114724268109015794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/05/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114712150648172660</id><published>2006-05-08T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:51:46.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>77 1/2!!! I have a life!</title><content type='html'>SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 80 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 194 movies on this list. Put your score in header and repost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Mexican&lt;br /&gt;( ) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;(x) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anchor Man: The Legend of Ron Burgundy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hate It Morenamite&lt;br /&gt;( ) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(x ) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp; Stitch.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lilo &amp; Stitch 2: Stitch has a Glitch&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;(x) Signs&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;(x) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;( ) Robots&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;(x) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;( ) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;( ) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;(x)Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( )The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;(x) ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;(x ) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1/2) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) 10 Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;( ) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;(x) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3 1/2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1/2) Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Se7en&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;( ) Identity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Christine&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Boss' daughter&lt;br /&gt;( ) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Frailty&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;( ) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x) X 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Others&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;(x) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Miracle&lt;br /&gt;(1/2) Old School&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hitch&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Fifth Element&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Episode I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Episode II Attack of The Clones&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Episode III Revenge of The Sith&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Episode IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Episode V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Episode VI Return of The Jedi&lt;br /&gt;(x) Troop Beverly Hills&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimming with Sharks&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Air Force One&lt;br /&gt;( ) For Richer or Poorer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Trainspotting&lt;br /&gt;( ) People Under the Stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blue Velvet&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;(x) Parent Trap&lt;br /&gt;(x) Parent Trap Re-make&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Birds&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator-2&lt;br /&gt;( )T-3&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Empire Records&lt;br /&gt;( ) SLC Punk&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet Joe Black&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sleepy Hollow&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Heart Huckabees&lt;br /&gt;( ) 24 Hour Party People&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blood In Blood Out&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;( ) Manic&lt;br /&gt;( ) American History X&lt;br /&gt;( ) Deep Blue Sea&lt;br /&gt;(x) George of the Jungle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Canadian Bacon&lt;br /&gt;( ) How High&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Jacket&lt;br /&gt;( ) My litte pony&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114712150648172660?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114712150648172660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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I have a life!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114686819951259521</id><published>2006-05-05T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:29:59.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Me,</title><content type='html'>Fill out the answers for the person who posted this, then repost and see what they write to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear _____________,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a cute______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You + me =________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you now I'd __________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would build a _______ just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get your name tattooed on my __________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could sing you any song it would be _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could __________ under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. ______________.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114686819951259521?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114686819951259521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114686819951259521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114686819951259521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114686819951259521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-me.html' title='Dear Me,'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114682059102574302</id><published>2006-05-05T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:16:31.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>01. What is the phone maker?:&lt;br /&gt;Motorola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. What's the last 3 digits of your mobile number?:&lt;br /&gt;773&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;G'nite Kiddo -Joe D  (yeah... it's from way back in November... But I just couldn't delete it! Joe you're such a sweetie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?:&lt;br /&gt;Marcy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Who's the last person you rang?&lt;br /&gt;Darian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Who was your last missed call from?:&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Who's the 3rd person who comes up under J?:&lt;br /&gt;Jamez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to your Sent Items - what does the 5th message say?:&lt;br /&gt;"I said happy everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who's the 4th person who comes up under S?:&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 S-names, but if I start at s and scroll down four, I get Whitney's Cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who's your network provider?:&lt;br /&gt;T-mobile... teh suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many messages are currently in your inbox?:&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you have as your background: &lt;br /&gt;A picture of Link from Legend of Zelda. My phone toggle is also a figure of him &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who's the 2nd person who comes up under B?:&lt;br /&gt;Brandon R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you have on speed dial 3?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't use speed dial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?&lt;br /&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who's the first person who comes up under C?:&lt;br /&gt;Canada's Cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many bars of signal do you currently have?:&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Ave by Yellowcard. Only the best.song.ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114682059102574302?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114682059102574302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114682059102574302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114682059102574302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114682059102574302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/05/cell-phones.html' title='Cell Phones'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114649561923140436</id><published>2006-05-01T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:26:56.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>Chicago was bloody beautiful. OUI! totally dominated, because let's face it- we're a great team. I learned so much about EVERYTHING this weekend. Not just improv related things (though that alone was enough to make my brain nearly implode), but also about the players, and about life really. &lt;br /&gt;Just through closeness with other people, I feel like I learned more about what I want and don't want in a friendship, realtionship, and future.... It's hard to explain right now.... Probably because I've been home less than an hour, and the car-trip was loooooong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... my brain needs something easy... More on Chi-town later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] I do my own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can cook for myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do my chores after being told once&lt;br /&gt;[x] I clean the house for no reason&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always do my homework/work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I actually enjoy intellectual conversations&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think politics are exciting!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents and grand-parents have better things to say than my peers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I show up for school/work everyday unless I'm sick..really sick&lt;br /&gt;[x] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've never gotten a ticket&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch talk shows and point out the incredibility of it all&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know what incredibility means with out looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink black coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to run the dish washer..or do the dishes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't do bad things&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can count to 3 in more than one language&lt;br /&gt;[x] When I say I'm going to do something, I do it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wash my car...or I would if I had one&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can make adults laugh..with out being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to water my plants&lt;br /&gt;[x] I study when I have to&lt;br /&gt;[x] I pay attention at school/work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I rememeber to feed my pets&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm generally organized&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know the meaning of cruel punishment&lt;br /&gt;[x] I clean up my own messes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get coffee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can go to the store with out getting something I don't need&lt;br /&gt;[x] I understand jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I listen to my parents/elders&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I understand the fact that the world always screws someone over&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can type fast, because I type every day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My choice in clothing is exceptable in an office or something like that&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can watch politics and laugh because I understand what is going on&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can look at someone hot and not think of sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually finish it&lt;br /&gt;[x] people have said that I act older than I am&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can be sent on an errand and not get side tracked&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I act... 20 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count how many x's you have&lt;br /&gt;and thats how old you act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Southlake are you?&lt;br /&gt;L I V I N G C O N D I T I O N S&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A mansion&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A penthouse apartment&lt;br /&gt;[X] A second home&lt;br /&gt;[X] A backyard&lt;br /&gt;[X] A front lawn&lt;br /&gt;[X] A swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;[X] A hot tub&lt;br /&gt;[X] A house with at least 4 bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;[X] A house with an entertainment room&lt;br /&gt;[X] A house with 2 or more bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I N Y O U R R O O M&lt;br /&gt;[X] A computer&lt;br /&gt;[X] A laptop&lt;br /&gt;[X] A king/queen sized bed&lt;br /&gt;[X] A clock&lt;br /&gt;[ ] a vanity&lt;br /&gt;[X] Painted walls&lt;br /&gt;[X] A desk&lt;br /&gt;[X] A bedside lamp&lt;br /&gt;[X] A closet or wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;[X] A full-lengthed mirror&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H A T Y O U H A VE&lt;br /&gt;[X] Your own car&lt;br /&gt;[X] Perfume/cologne&lt;br /&gt;[X] Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[X] More than 3 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[X] A boombox with CD/Tape/Radio&lt;br /&gt;[X] An ipod/mp3&lt;br /&gt;[X] A CD player&lt;br /&gt;[X] A digital camera/webcam&lt;br /&gt;[X] Some sort of gaming device (X-Box/PS2/PSP/Nintendo DS, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your own TV&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H A T Y O U R F A M I L Y O W N S&lt;br /&gt;[X] Two or more cars&lt;br /&gt;[X] One of which is an SUV&lt;br /&gt;[X] A GPS device is installed in the car&lt;br /&gt;[X] A DVD player is installed in the car&lt;br /&gt;[X] More than 3 TV's&lt;br /&gt;[X] A flat-screen TV&lt;br /&gt;[X] Surround sound system&lt;br /&gt;[X] Three or more computers/laptops&lt;br /&gt;[X] High-speed internet&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cable/satellite&lt;br /&gt;Total: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A R O U N D T H E W O R L D&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to at least 5 different countries&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to at least 20 different airports&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've lived in at least 3 different countries&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've stayed in more than 15 different hotels&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been on the airplane more than 3 times&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've seen the actual bullfights in Spain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've eaten steak in South America&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been to the Lourve Museum in France&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've eaten sushi in Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been on a safari in Africa&lt;br /&gt;Total:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82% Southlake... bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count up the total and multiply by two... then repost with I am __% Southlake..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114649561923140436?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114649561923140436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114649561923140436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114649561923140436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114649561923140436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/05/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114532122621109857</id><published>2006-04-17T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:48:27.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush Calculator</title><content type='html'>Dang! This thing is awesome ^_^ Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/547431211&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114532122621109857?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114532122621109857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114532122621109857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114532122621109857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114532122621109857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/04/crush-calculator.html' title='Crush Calculator'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114499128051234663</id><published>2006-04-14T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:08:00.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YELLOWCARD + MAE</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHH!!!!! Just back from the Yellowcard/MAE concert! IT WAS FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YELLOWCARD! 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It is really fun and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling today?:&lt;br /&gt;First Day of The Rest of Our Lives - MxPx&lt;br /&gt;"Not a lot right no makes sense to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Alive- Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?:&lt;br /&gt;You Found Me- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get Married?:&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Mistake- Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;........ *cries inside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?:&lt;br /&gt;With Plenty of Money and You- Count Basie and Tony Bennet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?:&lt;br /&gt;Hyrule Field ReMix - Legend of Zelda Remixed soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is/was highschool like?:&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere- Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I get ahead in life?:&lt;br /&gt;Somebody Told Me - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody told me, That you have a boyfriend, that looks like a girlfriend, that I had in February of last year~"  .... so it involves crossdressers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?:&lt;br /&gt;Holy Is The Lord- Chris Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;:-D I agree. Best thing. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;It's Kicking In- They Might Be Giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?:&lt;br /&gt;Stolen Kiss - Lord of The Dance Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;... I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my parents?:&lt;br /&gt;Basketcase (Live)- Avril&lt;br /&gt;LOL. LOL LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe my grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Too Little Too Late- Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?:&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of Me- Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes You Have To Ask Yourself- MxPx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?:&lt;br /&gt;Where is Your Hear- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?:&lt;br /&gt;Simple and Clean- Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?:&lt;br /&gt;My World- Avril&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes it is my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?:&lt;br /&gt;Is you Is or Is You Ain't My Baby- Dinah Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?:&lt;br /&gt;She Wants To Move- N*E*R*D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?:&lt;br /&gt;Straight Up- Paula Abdule&lt;br /&gt;"Straight Up now tell me do you really wanna' love me forever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?:&lt;br /&gt;...Baby One More Time- Bowling For Soup&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice for me?:&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses At Night- Corey Hart&lt;br /&gt;"I wear my sunglasses at night,&lt;br /&gt;so I can, so I can&lt;br /&gt;Keep track of visions in my eyes~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will i be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;Castles In The Sky- Ian Van Dahl&lt;br /&gt;Is this a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my current theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Dangerously In Love 2- Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?:&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Day- Hoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of men/women do you like&lt;br /&gt;View From Heaven- Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;I'm so shallow &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114419327148921269?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114419327148921269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114419327148921269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114419327148921269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114419327148921269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/04/010203-040506.html' title='01:02:03 04/05/06'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114376491807012215</id><published>2006-03-30T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:28:38.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>YOU CAN ONLY USE ONE WORD, NO EXPLANATIONS AT ALL. ONE WORD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yourself: Julie&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Lover: absent&lt;br /&gt;3. Your Hair: colorful&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Mother: best&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Father: cuss&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Favorite Item: pillowcase &lt;br /&gt;7. Your Dream Last Night: artsy&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Favorite Drink: tea&lt;br /&gt;9. Your Dream Home: bookshelves&lt;br /&gt;10. The Room You Are In?: dorm&lt;br /&gt;11. Your Pet: cats&lt;br /&gt;12. Who You Are Now: freshman&lt;br /&gt;13. Who You Want to be in Ten Years: dictator&lt;br /&gt;14. What You Want to be in Ten Years: dictator&lt;br /&gt;15. What You're Not: tall&lt;br /&gt;16. Your Best Friend: yes&lt;br /&gt;17. One of Your Wish list Items: dvd&lt;br /&gt;18. Your Gender: awesome&lt;br /&gt;19. The Last Thing You Did: shoes&lt;br /&gt;20. What You Are Wearing: nothing ;-)   (jk)&lt;br /&gt;21. Your Favorite Weather: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;22. Your Favorite Book: long&lt;br /&gt;23. The Last Thing You Ate: soup&lt;br /&gt;24. Your Life: busy&lt;br /&gt;25. Your Mood: moody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114376491807012215?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114376491807012215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114376491807012215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114376491807012215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114376491807012215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114322749255351896</id><published>2006-03-24T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:11:36.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End Intermission</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I've updated. Not much is new. Went to Bermuda for Spring Break... What happens in Bermuda should (for the most part) stay in Bermuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a quiz thing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body: TEN FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: Victoria Lauren&lt;br /&gt;First Screen Name: I think it was clouddancer91 or jupiter17 ... Like Sailor Jupiter from Sailor Moon. I used to be obsessed ^_^&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: Smoky, my old calico cat&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: Ears.&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: Scott Novak in Kindergarten. His Mom brought pink cupcakes in for his Birthday on one of the first days of school. I &lt;3 cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;First CD: *Nsync&lt;br /&gt;First Car: Saab 900SE convertible&lt;br /&gt;First True Love: My kitty cat &gt;^_^&lt;&lt;br /&gt;First Stuffed Animal: A pink elephant that my big brother brought me when I was born&lt;br /&gt;First Trip: Probably either Pennsylvania or England.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: Late night WalMart trip with Kaikai &lt;br /&gt;Last movie you've seen: School of Rock (WELL YOU'RE NOT HARDCORE!)&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: Home: I talked to Jack and then Mom so I wouldn't get mugged walking alone to Improv last night. &lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: King of Fools by Delerious&lt;br /&gt;Last Bubble bath: hmmm... 2 or 3 years ago probably...&lt;br /&gt;Last time you Cried: Yesterday T_T&lt;br /&gt;Last time you talked to the person you like: About 10 hours ago &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Last time you took a test: Tuesday -_- 3 days ago&lt;br /&gt;Last time you drank a cup of milk: Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends: well "dated" might be too strong a term -_-&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: No&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone and then regreted it: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone commando: I plea the 5th &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wtf?? what happened to the other 4???? &lt;-- Seriously..)&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Turned off my alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;2. got back in bed&lt;br /&gt;3. Asked Allie what the temperature for today was&lt;br /&gt;4. Got out of bed&lt;br /&gt;5. Checked mail/facebook/myspace&lt;br /&gt;6. Talked with Allie some more&lt;br /&gt;7. Filled out this survey.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX PEOPLE ON YOUR TOP EIGHT (mysoace only):&lt;br /&gt;1. Lola&lt;br /&gt;2. Dave&lt;br /&gt;3. Amber&lt;br /&gt;4. Darian&lt;br /&gt;5. Dana&lt;br /&gt;6. Megan&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING:&lt;br /&gt;1. pajama shorts&lt;br /&gt;2. spaghetti-strap top&lt;br /&gt;3. A hair tie...&lt;br /&gt;4. and... that's it&lt;br /&gt;5. yup ^_^&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ALMOST ANYTHING TO:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Jack&lt;br /&gt;3. Allie&lt;br /&gt;4. and a few others... it depends ^_^&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot or cold: Hot&lt;br /&gt;2. Black or white: Black is a slimming color &lt;br /&gt;3. chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a positive difference in the way people understand other cultures&lt;br /&gt;2. Marry the guy God intends for me (to shamelessly steal Shannon's answer)&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING YOU REGRET:&lt;br /&gt;1. ummm... I asked Allie and she said "Missing so much Chinese?" But I don't really regret that...&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fifth grade teacher's name: Mrs. Gant (LA), Mrs. Kennard (SS/Science), Ms. Salimoni (Math)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Last words you said: "I don't really regret missing Chinese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Last song you sang: "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy," Big and Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Last person you hugged: Kaikai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Last person you liked: Random person that held the elevator door for me. It was nice of them ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Last time you said "I don't remember": Probably today. I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What's under your bed right now? Two drawers. The "media drawer," where Allie and I keep the dvds and boardgames. The other one has extra school supplies/things that don't fit anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What time did you wake up today?: 9 (to turn of my alarm) and then like... 11 ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Current taste: ummm... spit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Current hair color: Brownish-red/brown/blondeish... I dye my hair a lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Current annoyance: Not getting enough sleep T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Current longing to see: My little brother, mom, and cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Current desktop background: A close-up of my cat Mr Bigglesworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Current worry: What I'm going to eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Current hate: Probably my Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Current favorite article of clothing: ... My converse shoes. I love all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex: I have a thing for "distinguished" noses. Like Alexei Yagudin. mmmm. And I also tend to notice guys' calf muscles. There's just something neat about them *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Last CD that you listened to: Didn't I already answer this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Favorite place to be: on a bench in my favorite garden on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Least favorite place: Chinese classroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Time you wake up in the morning for school?: M/W/F around 9 or 9:30, T/Th around 7:30 or 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Out of school: M/W/F 11:20, T/Th 4:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Favorite color(s): Green (but pink for shoes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in an afterlife: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Current favorite word/saying: Wo bu zhi dao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Favorite book: &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; by Elie Wiesel and many others... &lt;em&gt;Bridget Jones Diary: The Edge of Reason&lt;/em&gt; is always good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114322749255351896?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114322749255351896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114322749255351896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114322749255351896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114322749255351896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/03/end-intermission.html' title='End Intermission'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114223133058174369</id><published>2006-03-13T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:28:50.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114223133058174369?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114223133058174369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114223133058174369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114223133058174369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114223133058174369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-18-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114099794112077478</id><published>2006-02-26T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:52:21.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>National Holiday</title><content type='html'>Go the following link and look up your birthday to find what bizarre holiday falls on your B-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://library.thinkquest.org/2886&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 19 is . . . . Potato Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Potato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114099794112077478?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114099794112077478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114099794112077478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114099794112077478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114099794112077478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/02/national-holiday.html' title='National Holiday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114094353764053762</id><published>2006-02-26T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:45:38.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>J.D. and Franda said to...</title><content type='html'>By popular request (both of you):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Julie&lt;br /&gt;2. J-chan&lt;br /&gt;3. Hoolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. catbigglesworth&lt;br /&gt;2. bakakitten&lt;br /&gt;3. navichan91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. My eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. My "eyes"&lt;br /&gt;3. The size of my feet. They're "fairy feet" as Anne likes to say ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. My kneecaps. &lt;br /&gt;2. My arms are too short.&lt;br /&gt;3. aaaand.... uhhh.... no other complaints currently ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. English (mostly)&lt;br /&gt;2. German (a bit)&lt;br /&gt;3. Irish (maybe???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. the possibility of getting mugged&lt;br /&gt;2. becoming ignorant when I'm old&lt;br /&gt;3. changing gears on my bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. laughter&lt;br /&gt;3. listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. O.U. Improv! shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. umm.... foundational garments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS/MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;2. Queen&lt;br /&gt;3. Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ocean Ave- Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;2. Geek In The Pink- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;3. Since U Been Gone- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn Spanish&lt;br /&gt;2. Read Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;3. Wake up in time for class everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Humor&lt;br /&gt;2. Sharing a common faith&lt;br /&gt;3. A little space. What can I say? A girl needs some alone time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Some of my ancestors were scapled by Native Americans&lt;br /&gt;2. I only pretend to hate eating ham&lt;br /&gt;3. I find pleasure in being bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. It all depends on the guy, altough&lt;br /&gt;2. I still think you can tell a lot about a person just by looking at&lt;br /&gt;3. their calf muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Photography&lt;br /&gt;2. studying languages&lt;br /&gt;3. mysteries/logic puzzles/sudoku/etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleep through the night with out waking up&lt;br /&gt;2. have my Chinese homework magically finished&lt;br /&gt;3. get up in time for church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1. politician&lt;br /&gt;2. UN worker&lt;br /&gt;3. world dictator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. China... I kinda miss it&lt;br /&gt;2. Bermuda (Spring Break baby! Can't wait!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Florida ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Be close enough to someone that they can't imagine life without me&lt;br /&gt;2. Be close enough to the same person that I can't imagine life without them&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS I'M STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. I think men are complete morons, but I still love them for some reason&lt;br /&gt;2. I remember the dates to specific occasions fairly well&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not afraid to stop and ask for directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS I'M STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. I sometimes don't like to talk about my innermost feelings&lt;br /&gt;2. I expect myself to have a career&lt;br /&gt;3. I enjoy competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Alexei Yagudin&lt;br /&gt;2. Heath Ledger&lt;br /&gt;3. Harrison Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ:&lt;br /&gt;1. Money for Allie (if you have time)&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe Dana&lt;br /&gt;3. aaaand.... whoever actually read this far in the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114094353764053762?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114094353764053762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114094353764053762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114094353764053762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114094353764053762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/02/jd-and-franda-said-to.html' title='J.D. and Franda said to...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114059075439019921</id><published>2006-02-22T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:45:54.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray For Billy Edwards! Please!</title><content type='html'>Please Help Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Billy Evans. I am a very sick little boy. My mother is&lt;br /&gt;typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. The reason she is&lt;br /&gt;so sad is because I'm so sick. I was born without a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt, except when I try to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors gave me an artificial body. It is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work because she said nobody hires crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap and it makes her sneeze and chafes her real bad. I hope you will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can help me if you forward this email to everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;Forward it to people you don't know, too. Dr. Johansen said that for every person you forward this email to, Bill Gates will team up with AOL and send a nickel to NASA. With that funding, NASA will collect prayers from school children all over America and have the astronauts take them up into space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will come back to earth and go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send all the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me get better then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Right now I can only be third base. Every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take more prayers to the angels and my dream will be closer to coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my&lt;br /&gt;leaves to rot before I turn 10. If you don't forward this email,&lt;br /&gt;that's okay. Mommy says you're a mean and heartless bastard who&lt;br /&gt;doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow, horrible death and then burn forever in hell. What kind of cruel person are you that you can't take five fucking minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame about ignoring a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me. I try to be happy, but it's hard. I wish I had a&lt;br /&gt;kitty. I wish I could hold a kitty. I wish I could hold a kitty that wouldn't chew on me and try to bury its turds in the leaves of my burlap body. I wish that very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;Billy "Smiles" Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You can send money to the person who sent you this thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~ I love the internet. Thanks to Chase's myspace ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114059075439019921?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114059075439019921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114059075439019921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114059075439019921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114059075439019921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/02/pray-for-billy-edwards-please.html' title='Pray For Billy Edwards! Please!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-114021519329001610</id><published>2006-02-17T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:27:00.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cats!</title><content type='html'>An article that has all the world will ever need: love, world domination, and Draculas! &lt;a href="http://sin.ou.edu/articles/article.php?item_id=674556115"&gt;http://sin.ou.edu/articles/article.php?item_id=674556115&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love the S.i.n. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-114021519329001610?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/114021519329001610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=114021519329001610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114021519329001610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/114021519329001610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/02/holy-cats.html' title='Holy Cats!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113973700128395963</id><published>2006-02-12T03:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T03:36:41.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got arrested</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here's the deal, find out how you will be arrested, the google way. Go to google, type "(your name) was arrested for" and see what you got sent to the slammer for. Remember to use the quotations marks, or else it wont work. huzzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Julie was arrested for dancing naked in The petunia beds along The Mendota Trail again" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee. Yeah. That's totally me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113973700128395963?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113973700128395963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113973700128395963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113973700128395963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113973700128395963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-arrested.html' title='I got arrested'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113937206802586164</id><published>2006-02-07T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:14:47.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>www.dictionary.com</title><content type='html'>Main Entry: 1de·fi·cient&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: di-'fish-&amp;nt&lt;br /&gt;Function: adjective&lt;br /&gt;1 : lacking in some necessary quality or element (a deficient diet) &lt;br /&gt;2 : not up to a normal standard or complement (deficient strength) &lt;br /&gt;3 : having, relating to, or characterized by a genetic deletion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113937206802586164?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113937206802586164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113937206802586164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113937206802586164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113937206802586164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/02/wwwdictionarycom.html' title='www.dictionary.com'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113928006807463280</id><published>2006-02-06T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:41:08.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night- Elie Weisel</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; by Elie Wiesel... Simply incredible. One of the few books that I literally read from cover to cover without wanting to stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113928006807463280?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113928006807463280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113928006807463280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113928006807463280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113928006807463280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/02/night-elie-weisel.html' title='Night- Elie Weisel'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113889832143334989</id><published>2006-02-02T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:58:05.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>I feel so stressed out. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of classes or homework.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel terribly distressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113889832143334989?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113889832143334989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113889832143334989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113889832143334989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113889832143334989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/02/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113833651519417319</id><published>2006-01-26T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:36:02.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>122</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Greg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH HAVE YOU LIVED?&lt;br /&gt;then count the X's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've eaten more than 5 meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've run more than 2 miles without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've watched cartoons for hours.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[X]I've been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played beer pong.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been on a whale-watch.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've seen fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X]I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've peed my bed/pants. (when I was like 4 or 5)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've listened to one cd over &amp; over &amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been on the honor roll.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've stayed up til 2 doing homework/projects.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had a job before/currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've played videogames for more than 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've passed out from being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've watched the power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've/I do attend Church(Synagouge) regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've gained weight since one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've lost weight since one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've called someone stupid. And meant it.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played basketball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played softball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on a swim team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on a track team.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've called myself an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had/have pets.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned a spice girls cd.&lt;br /&gt;[X]I've owned a britney spears cd.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've owned an N*Sync cd.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've owned a backstreet boys cd.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've mooned/flashed someone.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've sworn at someone in authority.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;br /&gt;[X]I've watched all of the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've watched the 3 stooges.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've watched Looney Tunes.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been stuffed into a locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been called a geek.&lt;br /&gt;[X]I've dumped someone.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been dumped.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged my mom within in the past 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've met a celebrity/music artist.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X]I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've tickled someone else until they cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been to a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been picked last in gym class. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked first in gym class. &lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've cried in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[X]I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've played Halo 2.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've freaked out over a sports game.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been to China.&lt;br /&gt;[X] to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had a fight with someone on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.(verbal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been in love. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've screamed at a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've cried at a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've watched a lot of action movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I've cried at a commercial.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've told someone to f*** off.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a rap concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been to a hip hop concert.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've lived in more than 2 houses.&lt;br /&gt;[X]I've driven more than 40 miles in a day&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been home sick.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've thrown up&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've puked all over someone.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've filled out more than 10 myspace/blogger surveys.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've spoken my mind in public.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've proved someone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been proved wrong by someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken an arm.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've fell off a swing.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 mins straight.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've lost my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've come close to dying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've known someone who has died.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done modeling.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've taken something/someone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've realized how good my life is.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've counted my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I've broken a finger&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been made fun of by classmates.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've made fun of a classmate. (the mean ones)&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been asked on a date and said no.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've asked someone on a date and been turned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've lied to someone to their face.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've told a little white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've taken a day off from school just so i don't go insane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've fainted.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not. (It's not =P)&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've pushed someone into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been pushed into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had/have a broken nose.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've had a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've lost a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've chipped a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been called an under achiever&lt;br /&gt;[X] I've been called an over achiever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ 122 out of 168&lt;br /&gt;write your number as your subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113833651519417319?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113833651519417319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113833651519417319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113833651519417319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113833651519417319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/122.html' title='122'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113744677113774860</id><published>2006-01-16T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:27:43.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Tests</title><content type='html'>I am: ENFJ, with a 77% N. (Extroverted, iNtuitive, Feeling, Judging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://typelogic.com/enfj.html"&gt;http://typelogic.com/enfj.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually pretty accurate.... &lt;br /&gt;I used &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to take the test, and &lt;a href="http://typelogic.com/"&gt;http://typelogic.com/&lt;/a&gt; to analyze it ^_^ Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113744677113774860?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113744677113774860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113744677113774860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113744677113774860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113744677113774860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/personality-tests.html' title='Personality Tests'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113740905277077933</id><published>2006-01-16T04:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T04:57:32.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearest Book</title><content type='html'>1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find.&lt;br /&gt;Do what's actually next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence is: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... it's in Chinese. Roughly translated, it means:&lt;br /&gt; He bought some fruit and brought it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the next example talks about buying beer. mmm. That's smell like edjamacation to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113740905277077933?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113740905277077933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113740905277077933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113740905277077933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113740905277077933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/nearest-book.html' title='Nearest Book'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113740772616386405</id><published>2006-01-16T03:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T04:37:17.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4:30 AM</title><content type='html'>Once again I find myself thrown to the mercy of my mind's indisposition to sleep (and the sporadic, yet rather LOUD, habits of my neighbors). Truth be told, I have grown fond of staying up all night, brooding over the usually untampered parts of my psyche. It's kind of fun. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No real topic right now.... Just word vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the &lt;em&gt;Movie Mean Girls&lt;/em&gt;, the main character Caty refers to "word vomit," which presumably is when words just spew forth with no real thought given.... I feel like that... Only instead of speaking, everything takes place in my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty lax weekend hanging around with my gal-pals. Watched the long version of &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; (Mr. Darcy, get off that horse, and...), as well as &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera, Zoolander, That Touch of Mink&lt;/em&gt;, and (of course) &lt;em&gt;Wizard People&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Allie, AlysON, and I even bought some chocolate frogs to go with W.P. &lt;br /&gt;'twas rather enjoyable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a liar.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have been actually lying or anything, I just feel like a liar when ever I smile or laugh. I'm sure that many of you have guessed by now that I may be going through some emotional baggage concerning the state of my family at the present time. It just makes me feel so guilty to be happy, when there is so much that is terribly wrong. I hypothesize that this line of thought isn't very healthy for me, but alas, it's growth is inevitable dun to the lack of closure I have made with the subject. I just don't want to deal with it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Canada Joe is finally going to be making his debut to happy Norman in the coming week! Huzzah! I love it when friends come to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee. I've been so lazy today ^_^ Aside from studying ahead in my Chinese book, I have done very little today other than watch movies, knit, and go on an impromptu Walmant trip, that resulted in a very much enjoyed milk and cookies hullabaloo with Allie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More word vomit: affable, exasperated, whimsical, cantankerous,  merry, insomnious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad note: Didn't get to talk with Darian today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy note: MIGHT *might* might have on ice tickets to Stars on Ice! That would be so fantastic!!!! MY heart would 'splode!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to make noise, so that Allie can still sleep... kind of bored.... My suitemate's cell phone just went off. I think I'll go take a walk... later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113740772616386405?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113740772616386405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113740772616386405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113740772616386405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113740772616386405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/430-am.html' title='4:30 AM'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113731025138275263</id><published>2006-01-15T01:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:32:39.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>70 different ways to kill a man</title><content type='html'>For fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google the phrase "(Your name) looks like" and find the best one from the first page of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winners are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)"Julie looks like a crack whore. I hope that she looks a lot better in person too.&lt;br /&gt;In the pics here she looks like a scarecrow on crack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)"Julie looks like she handle anything that comes her way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)"Julie looks like she's in trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)"Julie looks like a naughty librarian when she wears her glasses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) And this one deserves a whole paragraph!!! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I met one young woman today who did speak very good English. Her name was Julie. She told me she speaks nine different languages; I had to take her word for it. Julie looks like an oriental version of Bridget Fonda, she has that slightly psychotic twinkle in her eye that suggests she knows seventy different ways to kill a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Life has resumed the jubilant &lt;em&gt;status quo anti-holiday(um)&lt;/em&gt;.* I'm glad I have such fun friends! &lt;a href="http://www.illegal-art.org/video/wizard.html"&gt;Sweet Moustaches&lt;/a&gt;, do we ever laugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... eh. I really want to write a post explaining all of the feelings that are currently afflicting me, but I'm not quite sure what they are yet. &gt;_&lt; I am such a headache to myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Status Quo Anti-Bellum&lt;/em&gt; means "as it was before the war, typically referring to the American Civil War...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113731025138275263?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113731025138275263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113731025138275263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113731025138275263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113731025138275263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/70-different-ways-to-kill-man.html' title='70 different ways to kill a man'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113671821753575617</id><published>2006-01-08T05:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T05:03:37.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 AM</title><content type='html'>Bored and kind of sleepy... I think I need a new hobby or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113671821753575617?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113671821753575617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113671821753575617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113671821753575617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113671821753575617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-am.html' title='5 AM'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113662626066718398</id><published>2006-01-07T03:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T03:31:00.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3:30 AM</title><content type='html'>Saw &lt;em&gt;The Producers&lt;/em&gt;. Best movie. Ever. And that's all I've got. Time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113662626066718398?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113662626066718398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113662626066718398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113662626066718398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113662626066718398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/330-am.html' title='3:30 AM'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113654429157557441</id><published>2006-01-06T04:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T04:44:51.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4:45 AM</title><content type='html'>No new thoughts... just not tired.... can't think of anything to do.... &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113654429157557441?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113654429157557441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113654429157557441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113654429157557441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113654429157557441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/445-am.html' title='4:45 AM'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113651244627406830</id><published>2006-01-05T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:54:06.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing in particular</title><content type='html'>Today has been a pretty awful day, and the worst part is I don't know why. Everyone I talk to gets mad at me, even over stupid trivial things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a very long time, I feel like I don't actually belong anywhere or with anyone. I don't know where I'm going, or what the heck I'm meant to be doing. Short-term. Long-term. I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt this way in years.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113651244627406830?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113651244627406830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113651244627406830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113651244627406830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113651244627406830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-in-particular.html' title='Nothing in particular'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113637282254368143</id><published>2006-01-04T04:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T05:07:02.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 AM~ no sleep tonight</title><content type='html'>You may be right&lt;br /&gt;I may be crazy&lt;br /&gt;But it just may be a luuuuunatic you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It's to late to change me&lt;br /&gt;You may be wrong, but for all I know&lt;br /&gt;You may be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD I love listening to Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come to realize that music (and artsy things in general) make more sense at night. It seems like all my best artwork comes out of all-night-long painting jobs, and even my favorite songs just seem to take a deeper meaning late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it has something to do with the unconscious relaxing of  the brain's awareness. Late at night (or early morning, in this case) the state of the mind's affections is so at ease that the pre-programmed, emotional defense system usually present during daylight hours has a lesser effect on the things the mind perceives, thus statements that appeal to taboo emotions (like sorrow, cynicism, or satisfaction with less than first place) are allowed to flow freely, without being hard-balled by socially mandated politeness.&lt;br /&gt;.    Art    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a rather long sentence chain.... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is 10 minutes after 5 AM, so I shall return to solving Sodoku puzzles.... mmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113637282254368143?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113637282254368143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113637282254368143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113637282254368143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113637282254368143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-am-no-sleep-tonight.html' title='5 AM~ no sleep tonight'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113615893297972177</id><published>2006-01-01T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:42:12.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lymtics</title><content type='html'>Talking to the greatest guy in the world! :-P&lt;br /&gt;There. Now I've mentioned you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113615893297972177?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113615893297972177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113615893297972177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113615893297972177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113615893297972177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2006/01/lymtics.html' title='lymtics'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113595531270399107</id><published>2005-12-30T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T09:10:54.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 AM O_O</title><content type='html'>This is best done in list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds of Sleep: 0&lt;br /&gt;Rooms cleaned: 3&lt;br /&gt;loads of laundry done:3&lt;br /&gt;Times let cat in: 3&lt;br /&gt;Realization that "death smell" was kitchen trash: 1&lt;br /&gt;Trips to the outdoor garbage can: 5&lt;br /&gt;Times let cat out: 4&lt;br /&gt;Cups of tea: one bagillion and counting&lt;br /&gt;Cat fed/watered: 3&lt;br /&gt;Days of mail sorted: 3&lt;br /&gt;Sinks of dishes cleaned: 2&lt;br /&gt;Phone calls: 2&lt;br /&gt;Computers set-up: 1&lt;br /&gt;Play-count of entire &lt;em&gt;Rent&lt;/em&gt; Soundtrack: 5&lt;br /&gt;Rooms vacuumed: 1 and 2 more to go&lt;br /&gt;New things nailed to walls: 5&lt;br /&gt;Old artwork found: 15+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of accomplishment intertwined with caffeinated exhaustion: Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee... Shamelessly ripping off commercial: also Priceless ... And slightly funny to my tea-heightened senses. I'm rather quite unreasonably please with how efficient I am with my time when pulling an all nighter! ^_^ Good morning world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113595531270399107?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113595531270399107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113595531270399107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113595531270399107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113595531270399107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/12/9-am-oo.html' title='9 AM O_O'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113594126589816595</id><published>2005-12-30T05:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T05:14:25.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4:40 AM</title><content type='html'>It feels like it has been decades since I've received human contact. In truth, I returned home from the movies/mall with Dowdy a mere 6 hours ago, and this time yesterday I was just an hour out of Amanda's house... I still feel isolated.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen a family member in over 48 hours, even though Chris is supposedly home. Or was. I don't know. He might have left for CO too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really all to blame on this big, old house. When there are people here, it feels comfortable and welcoming, but whenbereftd of inhabitants it becomes a ghoulish trap that creates only feelings of eschewal and apprehension, while simultaneously presenting me with varied stages of despondency. It's 4 bloody 45 in the morning, and I have yet to consider sleep: I am seriously becoming a tad bit worried about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss college. I miss Alaska. I miss the perpetual glow of companionship that, in my mind, accompanies those places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I think I'm going to go to Russia this up-coming summer after all! I cancelled that plan after the thanksgiving bomb-shell of emotional excruciation my father created for our family, but now that the initial I-want-to-crawl-under-a-rock-and-stab-innocent-passing-pedestrians-with-sharp-objects phase has passed, I think it is still the right place for me to be. Plus!! Then I will not only be learning Spanish this next year, but some Russian as well.&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me with English, Latin, Chinese, Russian, and Spanish on my list of languages spoken. (Je parles francais cum la vasche espanole, but that doesn't really count.... I can't even spell the proper French, so that REALLY doesn't count.) &lt;br /&gt;But I digress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution: figure out direction in life while deflecting all self-demeaning thoughts of becoming hopeless love pariah that is eventually eaten by Alsatians.... And watch Bridget Jones more often... in Spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113594126589816595?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113594126589816595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113594126589816595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113594126589816595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113594126589816595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/12/440-am.html' title='4:40 AM'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113574968206826097</id><published>2005-12-27T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:01:22.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections: Fall 2005</title><content type='html'>The Fall semester is well past offically ended, and I am happy to announce it a grand success! The complacency that so plagued my highschool existance was decimated and them promptly shattered. It feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;I have concluded that the highlight of the "college experience" is better found in the people, rather than the classes themselves. Haha! That's not a hard conclusion to draw. Being severed from family and friends at home has an awesome effect on the relationships with the people that fill the empty gap. It's like... The kind of relationships that took years to cultivate pre-college, are now achieved in a matter of months, and it does wonders for self-esteem. I love it. I love my new friends, and I love the old friends that I'm still getting to know in this new era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so euphoric. Even when things are hard, I feel so blessed. Like God's plan is now &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; happening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113574968206826097?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113574968206826097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113574968206826097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113574968206826097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113574968206826097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflections-fall-2005.html' title='Reflections: Fall 2005'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113564781183355377</id><published>2005-12-26T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T19:43:31.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Huge sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left home for their winter-break destinations today, except (of course) for me. And Chris, but he's never home and thus doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like being the only one home. It's soothing for a while. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I would feel lonely if this was my permanent status, but with life as it is, I'm already willing to call this week a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fragmented.&lt;br /&gt;I can't type.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm trying to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just: Relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113564781183355377?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113564781183355377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113564781183355377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113564781183355377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113564781183355377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/12/huge-sigh-of-relief-everyone-left-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113564717794088074</id><published>2005-12-26T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T19:32:57.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRGGG! One more quiz *pirate grin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="position:relative; border:1px #320 solid; background-color:#c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:#320;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align : center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="font-size:32px;text-align : center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dread Pirate  Kidd&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="flag.gif" style="top:5px; position:relative; display:block; width:100px; background-color:#320;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="left:110px; top:-60px; width:275px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate.    Arr!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate/" style="position:absolute; width:100%; left:0px; bottom:20px; color:#f8eecc;text-align:center;"&gt;Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.&lt;/a&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/15732411-113564717794088074?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113564717794088074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113564717794088074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113564717794088074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113564717794088074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/12/arrrggg-one-more-quiz-pirate-grin.html' title='ARRRGGG! One more quiz *pirate grin*'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113558642539057927</id><published>2005-12-26T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:54:20.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Quiz List~</title><content type='html'>I have lots of time and don't feel like sleeping... And my OU gals: The HP hottie quiz is for y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trickster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/RubyTrick/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20warrior%20are%20you%3F%20(Aimed%20at%20Ladies)/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/RU/RUB/RubyTrick/1135385125_sktopcards.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8caba7c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; What type of warrior are you? (Aimed at Ladies)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Lola should take this one. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Gabu/quizzes/Who's%20your%20HP%20Hotty%3F%20(girls)/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/GA/GAB/Gabu/1135353179_turesdraco.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8ce03e8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Who's your HP Hotty? (girls)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/VampOfTheDeep/quizzes/What%20Mythical%20Creature%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/VA/VAM/VampOfTheDeep/1135546167_esAnimeelf.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8ce9fd8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; What Mythical Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http&lt;br /&gt;://quizilla.com/users/CurlyButterfly/quizzes/What%20car%20suits%20your%20personality.../"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CU/CUR/CurlyButterfly/1135158962_car-vwbeetle.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c1cfb8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; What car suits your personality...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113558642539057927?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113558642539057927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113558642539057927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113558642539057927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113558642539057927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/12/mega-quiz-list.html' title='Mega Quiz List~'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113553061347381973</id><published>2005-12-25T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T11:10:13.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Christmas morning, and once again I find myself admitting that my family puts the "f u" in dysfunctional.... Merry Christmas y'all ^_^&lt;br /&gt;So while I wait for my family to get back from church, I figured that I would post a quick blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying in the front entry-way in the sun ^_^ it feels so good. Actually, I'm only part way in the sun. I couldn't see the computer screen in the direct light, so my head and laptop are in the shade. The rest of me is basking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the grinches themselves are home..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113553061347381973?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113553061347381973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113553061347381973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113553061347381973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113553061347381973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas-morning-and-once-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113403046332855509</id><published>2005-12-08T02:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:27:43.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It snowed today! I was so beautiful. Love the snow. Love the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113403046332855509?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113403046332855509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113403046332855509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113403046332855509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113403046332855509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-snowed-today-i-was-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113337415064625363</id><published>2005-11-30T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:56:43.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='Name%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='Birthday%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Texas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='Birthplace%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;College&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='Current+Location%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently black, naturally brown, next week: red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'2" and a quarter!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm always right ^_^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black and Pink Converse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;a good book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='Your+Weakness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;something to do with being eaten by Alsatians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question13' value='Your+Fears%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type13' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicago style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;The year is almost over... but next year: I'm learning Spanish!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;^_^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question16' value='Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;mmmmmm.... *rolls out of bed and checks PC*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm... maybe my "eyes"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;usually around 2 AM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='Your+Bedtime%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life in Alaska&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;neither! Tea please!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='Pepsi+or+Coke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;neither.... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything I can get! lol. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='Single+or+Group+Dates%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lipton Red, Nestea Rasberry or Peach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate. dark.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;"tall, skinny, white chocolate, mocha"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope. That's my number one allergy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='Do+you+Smoke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try not to.... sometimes when singing...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='Do+you+Swear%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read above ^_^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='Do+you+Sing%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I can. Travel usually makes things complicated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm..... I don't know. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in college.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes. I suppose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question33' value='Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type33' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am my number one cheerleader! I hate cheerleaders.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question34' value='Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type34' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question35' value='Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type35' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;eh- depends on when you ask me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question36' value='Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type36' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not a freak, but I like to be healthy *shrug*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question37' value='Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type37' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question38' value='Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type38' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE THUNDERSTORMS!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question39' value='Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type39' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Piano, Flute, Ocarina(4 types), violin(a little), and next semester I'm learning guitar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question40' value='Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type40' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;had a little wine at home on Thanksgiving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question41' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type41' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question42' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type42' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Midol.... heh heh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question43' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type43' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question44' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type44' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question45' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type45' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no..... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question46' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type46' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twice... at least&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question47' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type47' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes ^_^ www.ouimprov.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question48' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type48' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question49' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type49' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;_&lt;.... &gt;_&gt;.... what gave you that idea?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question50' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type50' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question51' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type51' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question52' value='Ever+been+Drunk%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type52' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;by my gal pals ^_^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question53' value='Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type53' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question54' value='Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type54' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question55' value='Ever+Shoplifted%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type55' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to go out with a bang! that's for sure!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question56' value='How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type56' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;World Dictator.... or a politican....  or a teacher.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question57' value='What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type57' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Russia. Never been there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question58' value='What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type58' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question59' value='In+a+Boy%2FGirl..'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type59' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;light eyes.... or dark eyes....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question60' value='Favourite+Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type60' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depends on the person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question61' value='Favourite+Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type61' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medium&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question62' value='Short+or+Long+Hair%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type62' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tall ^_^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question63' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type63' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not an issue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question64' value='Weight%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type64' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;for me? or the boy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question65' value='Best+Clothing+Style%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type65' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question66' value='Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type66' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;too many to count. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question68' value='Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type68' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;four. Two in each ear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question69' value='Number+of+Piercings%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type69' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question70' value='Number+of+Tattoos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type70' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;only a few ^_^ best not to dwell~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question71' value='Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type71' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Take This Survey'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php'&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php'&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113337415064625363?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113337415064625363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113337415064625363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113337415064625363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113337415064625363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/tell-me-about-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113336874545080524</id><published>2005-11-30T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:39:05.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ShhhhhwwwwaaaaayZAH! More fun things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your name and:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll name something we should do together&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow apropriate to you&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113336874545080524?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113336874545080524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113336874545080524&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113336874545080524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113336874545080524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/shhhhhwwwwaaaaayzah-more-fun-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113324712791368184</id><published>2005-11-29T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:52:07.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A conversation between &lt;strong&gt;Greg&lt;/strong&gt; (my former facebook-husband) and &lt;em&gt;Allie&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell julie to stop playing her game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she wastes too much time with that&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm flirting with a boy right now and there's nothing you can do about it!" and she put her facebook status as single, "nothing personal love, but i needed to move on"&lt;br /&gt;"i was tired of being stuck in your "friend zone""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i noticed the change&lt;br /&gt;i changed mine to soo :::sticks out tongue::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she wanted to marry other people :-P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;its why, i cant figure out &lt;crying&gt; i thought we had sumthing special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she says she broke up with you because you didn't get the book yet&lt;br /&gt;*has no idea what that means*&lt;/em&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got the book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she says "hurray, I can marry him again!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is weird talking through u&lt;/strong&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well yay then&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;no sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;julie doesn't want to stop playing ragnarok&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can tell&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;shes addicted!&lt;br /&gt;next time she divorces me, i need to know about it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol i know&lt;br /&gt;she says thats a special privilege... maybe, maybe not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113324712791368184?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113324712791368184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113315313465733903</id><published>2005-11-27T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:45:34.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD CHARLOTTE LYRICS</title><content type='html'>"Emotionless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dad&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to you&lt;br /&gt;not to tell you, that I still hate you&lt;br /&gt;just to ask you&lt;br /&gt;how you feel&lt;br /&gt;and how we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;how this fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy out there in this great wide world?&lt;br /&gt;do you think about your sons?&lt;br /&gt;do you miss your little girl?&lt;br /&gt;when you lay your head down&lt;br /&gt;how do you sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;do you even wonder if we're all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we're all right&lt;br /&gt;we're all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long hard road without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;why weren't you there all the nights that we cried&lt;br /&gt;you broke my mother's heart&lt;br /&gt;you broke your children for life&lt;br /&gt;it's not ok,&lt;br /&gt;but we're all right&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but those are just a long lost memory of mine&lt;br /&gt;I spent so many years learning how to survive&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113315313465733903?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113315313465733903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113315313465733903&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113315313465733903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113315313465733903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-charlotte-lyrics_27.html' title='GOOD CHARLOTTE LYRICS'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113288736878164455</id><published>2005-11-24T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:56:08.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Henry found my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113288736878164455?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113288736878164455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113288736878164455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Allie=&gt; Amanda=&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Names you go by&lt;br /&gt;1) Julie&lt;br /&gt;2) J-chan&lt;br /&gt;3) Hoolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names that you have had&lt;br /&gt;1) navichan91&lt;br /&gt;2) bakakitten&lt;br /&gt;3) clouddancer91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that you like about yourself&lt;br /&gt;1) Eyes&lt;br /&gt;2) Mind&lt;br /&gt;3) Curves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that you don't like about yourself&lt;br /&gt;1) Height&lt;br /&gt;2) Mind&lt;br /&gt;3) Curves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you&lt;br /&gt;1) getting mugged&lt;br /&gt;2) wolves&lt;br /&gt;3) the thought that "I'm going to die fat and alone and be discovered three weeks later half eaten by wild dogs." To quote Bridget Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials&lt;br /&gt;1) Fine tiped pen&lt;br /&gt;2) my watch&lt;br /&gt;3) alone time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that you are wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;1) my favorite Levi 515 neuveau low boot-cut jeans&lt;br /&gt;2) tight black shirt with little pink flowers embroidered all over the front&lt;br /&gt;3) my softest, favorite monkey slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite bands/artists&lt;br /&gt;1) Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;2) Queen&lt;br /&gt;3) Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;1) Ocean Avenue (Yellowcard)&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't Stop Me Now (Queen)&lt;br /&gt;3) Geek in The Pink (Jason Mraz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that I want to try in the next year&lt;br /&gt;1) Russian or Greek&lt;br /&gt;2) Studying for classes&lt;br /&gt;3) More martial arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things that you want in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;1) Comfort&lt;br /&gt;2) Laughter&lt;br /&gt;3) Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Truths and a lie&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate charcol&lt;br /&gt;2) I really am planning on taking over the world using my... wits&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't really want to work internationally when I "grow up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that appeal to you about the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;1) humor&lt;br /&gt;2) nice arms&lt;br /&gt;3) quick wit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that you just can't do&lt;br /&gt;1) Calculus&lt;br /&gt;2) Become a neat freak&lt;br /&gt;3) not love converse shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;1) Reading&lt;br /&gt;2) Su Doku (or brain puzzles in general)&lt;br /&gt;3) Amature photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that you really want to be doing right now&lt;br /&gt;1) Skiing&lt;br /&gt;2) petting my cat&lt;br /&gt;3) playing Improv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers that you are considering&lt;br /&gt;1) World Dictator&lt;br /&gt;2) Diplomat (either US or UK, preferably to China) or Politician&lt;br /&gt;3) Teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places that you want to go on vacation&lt;br /&gt;1) Luoyang, China... I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;2) Florida. I want to go to Disney World at least once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;3) Russia. Or Antartica. I've never been to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kid's names&lt;br /&gt;.... More than 3....&lt;br /&gt;Boys:&lt;br /&gt;1) Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;2) Caleb&lt;br /&gt;3) Kai&lt;br /&gt;4) David&lt;br /&gt;5) Joshua&lt;br /&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;1) Avery&lt;br /&gt;2) Jill&lt;br /&gt;3) Jess&lt;br /&gt;4) Stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;1) Visit Africa&lt;br /&gt;2) Put my own lock on top of Huang Shan (ask me about it)&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn at leat 5 languages not including English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't understand most girls&lt;br /&gt;2) Video games&lt;br /&gt;3) care more about sports than appearances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a chick&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't care about sports&lt;br /&gt;2) I like pink shoes&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm good at unleashing my inner b**** for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three celebrity crushes&lt;br /&gt;1) Alexei Yagudin&lt;br /&gt;2) Heath Ledger&lt;br /&gt;3) Harrison Ford!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who must take this quiz right now&lt;br /&gt;1) YOU&lt;br /&gt;2) AND YOU&lt;br /&gt;3) And.... my brother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113268665088733145?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113268665088733145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113268665088733145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113268665088733145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113268665088733145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/from.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113158794133924269</id><published>2005-11-09T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:59:01.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush and Blair...</title><content type='html'>http://www.tribalmessenger.org/sound/anim-bushblair.mpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Fudgy Gummi-bears. SO Funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113158794133924269?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113158794133924269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113158794133924269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113158794133924269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113158794133924269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/bush-and-blair.html' title='Bush and Blair...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113158662823681047</id><published>2005-11-09T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:38:56.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another little iTunes quiz:&lt;br /&gt;~Thanks to Allie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs? &lt;br /&gt;3011 songs, 6 days, 8.37 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by song title and you will find...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt;: ...Baby One More Time -- Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last&lt;/em&gt;: Chinese Rap in Chinese Characters-- Jolin Tsai.... I really like her ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by time and you will find....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt;: Random Legend of Zelda sound effect -- Ocarina of Time soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last&lt;/em&gt;: "Emperor Piano Concerto" -- Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by Album and you will find...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt;:(live in baden baden)-- Darren Hayes singing "You Sexy Thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last&lt;/em&gt;: Zhu Zhi Ge (Song of Pigs)-- Xiang Xiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My top 5 played?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Ocean Avenue" --Yellowcard (181 plays)&lt;br /&gt;2. "The Remedy ( I Won't Worry)" -- Jason Mraz (172 plays)&lt;br /&gt;3."He Wasn't" -- Avril Lavigne (164 plays)&lt;br /&gt;4. "Since U Been Gone" -- Kelly Clarkson (151 plays)&lt;br /&gt;5. "Don't Stop Me Now" -- Queen (148)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First song to come up on shuffle? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By Myself" -- Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find "sex." How many songs come up?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Three... &lt;br /&gt;1: "You Sexy Thing" -- Darren Hayes &lt;br /&gt;2:"She Thinks my Tractor's Sexy" --Kenny Chesney...&lt;br /&gt;And MY FAVORITE!! 3: "I'm Too Sexy" -- Elmer Fudd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find "death." How many songs come up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 songs. Mainly from Death Cab For Cutie (formerly called Postal Service) and Good Charlotte's &lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Life and Death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113158662823681047?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113158662823681047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113158662823681047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113158662823681047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113158662823681047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-little-itunes-quiz-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113125736034332607</id><published>2005-11-06T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:09:20.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outsider.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming my silent lungs out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113125736034332607?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113125736034332607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113125736034332607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113125736034332607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113125736034332607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/outsider.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113098234535128676</id><published>2005-11-02T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:45:45.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113098234535128676?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113098234535128676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113098234535128676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113098234535128676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113098234535128676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113074304454410782</id><published>2005-10-31T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:18:53.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from my very first official college party.&lt;br /&gt;There was booze. &lt;em&gt;I didn't dri&lt;/em&gt;nk&lt;br /&gt;We got offered pot twice. &lt;em&gt;I said "No thanks" twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were man-creatures. &lt;em&gt;I only oggled the eye-candy a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ I feel like such a college kid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the whole time I was waiting for a scene from &lt;em&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/em&gt; to happen, but life is never quite like the movies. It was kind of fun to be offered pot though. I mean, back in highschool I always knew where to go if I had ever wanted to get my hands on some, but this is different. I'm still morally opposed to smoking pot- that will never change, &lt;em&gt;et alia ceteris paribus&lt;/em&gt;- I'm just kind of excited to have been offered some. It's the oddest feeling. Kind of like a bad-girl complex...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if anyone remembers the cartoon &lt;em&gt;Rose is Rose&lt;/em&gt;, where the main character, Rose, would turn into a motorcycle biker with a tattoo when ever she was being "bad." It's kind of like that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Went home this weekend. All is... The same. Except we have new countertops and Jack got a car.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shamelessly steals Allie's ~edit~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Edit~&lt;br /&gt;Parties are fun. Pot is bad. Julie is tired. I want everything to stay the same, so that things keep changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113074304454410782?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113074304454410782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113074304454410782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113074304454410782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113074304454410782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-got-back-from-my-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-113025876087537659</id><published>2005-10-25T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:46:00.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greg4Pres54: actually hun - no human should be sleeping this time of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto response from catbigglesworth: It's 9:54:35 AM, so I'm sleeping...something you should be doing. Goodnight Greg4Pres54.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg4Pres54: unless....YOU'RE A VAMPIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been caught!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-113025876087537659?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113025876087537659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=113025876087537659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113025876087537659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/113025876087537659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/10/greg4pres54-actually-hun-no-human.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-112976337378919770</id><published>2005-10-19T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:09:33.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Allie told me about this quiz thing.. It's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your iTunes on shuffle, and each song that comes up will answer the questions in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you think of me, iTunes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colors of The Wind (Club RemiXX)- Pocahontas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O Didn't know I had that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say a Little Prayer For You- Dion Warwick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Universe- Savage Garden (Darren Hayes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just had to be one of his skanky songs? Where he's singing to his lover... Please "friends," If you feel this way... never let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Gonna Be Me- Nsync&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, when you finally~ get to love somebody~ It's gonna be me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What does [insert significant other] think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Is Beautiful- Andrew W.K.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!! Punky psudo-rock. "She is beautiful, She if BEAUTIFUL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volcano Girls- Verucca Salt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angsty-Chicka-Music. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo- Ryan Cabrera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know they lyrics to this one too well... But it's kinda sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What causes me pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going Slightly Mad- Queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not suffering from insanity, I'm enjoying every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How can I maximize my pleasure during sex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disease - Matchbox20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! ROFL! "I got a disease~ deep inside me~ makes me~ feel uneasy baby..... what am I s'posed to do about it?~ Keep your distance from me~ Don't pay no attention to me~ I got a disease!" LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;Only so funny, because I'm such a prude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you give me some good advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Believe In You- Nsync&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with the reoccuring Nsync?? Still a good one for this question though ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-112976337378919770?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/112976337378919770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=112976337378919770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112976337378919770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112976337378919770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-allie-told-me-about-this-quiz-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-112922647153457474</id><published>2005-10-13T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:01:11.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Fuel every week we go around our circle-esqe gathering, and share high-points and low-points of our week. Everyone gives some generalized or funny tale (or insists they don't really have one), and then we move on...&lt;br /&gt;Yet to me, all of this seems like a load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, have you ever gone through an entire week with nothing happening to you worse than "I thought I did poorly on a test," but then "The highpoint was: I got it back, and I aced it!" &lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly fine if that is actually an accurate portrait of the extremes of your week- but COME ON! It can't be like that for a whole room of people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the real issue that is eating at me has to do with how false people -myself included - are around other people. Even those who say "That's not me! I'm always myself. I don't care what anyone thinks!" fall under this category. Everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't given out the customary "fine," when asked about their well-being by an acquaintance? Are you really fine? Or did your Aunt Gertie just run out on her poor family of cats to join the circus? Well- maybe not something as bizarre as that... You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that people weren't so afraid to be seen as the inadequate, dependent, dorky creatures that we all really are. EVERYONE needs someone- a friend, a pet, a family, but we're taught that only the strong are successful, and to be strong you must be able to do things by yourself. Couldn't you be even more successful and strong with the support of people- real people- behind you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is: If we're all people who need people (*sings the song*) then why are we so afraid to tell people when we need help or support?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that on some instinctive level, we're afraid that if we share anything bad, we're less desirable to have around, and thus will loose the contact with other people that we strive to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. (sings *people..... Who need people*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-112922647153457474?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/112922647153457474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=112922647153457474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112922647153457474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112922647153457474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/10/at-fuel-every-week-we-go-around-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-112863866130974886</id><published>2005-10-06T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:44:21.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home for a few days! Well, really just tonight and Friday. I have to back on Saturday, because&lt;br /&gt;~~~ I made the Improv Team ~~~&lt;br /&gt;YAY! There's a show on the 15th, so those of you in the area are required to come ^_^ That's right. Required.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I will miss Canada's party, which I have been looking forward to attending. Sorry Canada~ hope to see you this weekend anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an odd turn of the weather, the day's temperature hit the fifties, which was exceptionally cold compared to yesterday's eighty degrees. It was also drizzling for most of the day, but I don't mind. I kind of like this weather. The clouds always seem to bring out the creams and reds around campus that are usually dwarfed by the vibrance of all of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;But even more unusual than the weather: I actually feel as though I am learning in Chinese class! I wasn't even aware of this particular phenomena, until during class today when I read all of our dialogues in the characters, rather than resulting to the easier pinin (phonetic spelling of the characters). I hadn't even realized I was creating more work for myself, until one of my class mates pointed out a mistake in the pinin that was not in the characters. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~ &lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for Allie and Amanda to get back from class. I already vacuumed and took out the trash, etc. So now the room will be nice when I get back ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is enjoying the fall! Happy October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-112863866130974886?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/112863866130974886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=112863866130974886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112863866130974886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112863866130974886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/10/huzzah-im-going-home-for-few-days-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-112844686150601519</id><published>2005-10-04T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:28:16.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>()()&lt;br /&gt; _(^.^)_&lt;br /&gt; ('")("')&lt;br /&gt;  Bunneh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-112844686150601519?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/112844686150601519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=112844686150601519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112844686150601519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112844686150601519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-112844555630993742</id><published>2005-10-04T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:05:56.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was yet another bomb.&lt;br /&gt;But the police detonated it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note: I received a facebook note from one of the OU improvers, and the mailing back-and-fourth began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Julie, whom auditioned for O.U. Improv?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Indeed this is Julie, whom auditioned for O.U. Improv. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Hooray for being Julie, whom auditioned for O.U. Improv! Well, if you don't already know, congradulations on making the team. We've added the news onto our front page at www.ouimprov.com ... I hope my description of you is accurate. :-) Hope to see you at rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the main page (in case you are to lazy to go look):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.U. Improv's Fall 2005 auditions are a success! After a rigorous and taxing fight to the death between 29 worthy opponents, most of whom were unarmed, three new faces emerged victorious. Please welcome these new members to our Improvable ranks: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Folmar, whose magical, muzak-slaying axe can sooth or maim the savage beast, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Schilthuis, whose control over the elements caused us to blow all our money on special effects within two hours, aaaand... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Pearson, whose mysterious past allows the writer to justify her Deus ex Machina-like skills whenever they're needed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these three wash the blood off in the shower, Albert and Julie will join our ranks as Improv Players, while Patrick will be joining me in the music section with his guitar. Look for these new faces in our upcoming Union show on October 15th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-112844555630993742?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/112844555630993742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=112844555630993742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112844555630993742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112844555630993742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-was-yet-another-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-112823248094972459</id><published>2005-10-02T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:06:33.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There were two bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops found the second one before it went off, but the first one succeeded in killing the bomber. There is speculation that one of the bombs malfunctioned (the one that went off) and caught the bomber unawares, before they could get to their destination. The body is still unidentified- they can't even tell if it was a boy or a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so... Surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be college. Not a terrorism zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, everyone else is safe. As of yet, there have not been any injuries reported, which is awesome considering that I even heard the blast 8 floors up with my music on. The entire south oval is still closed off, but I'm glad it's "safe" now. Just a matter of cleaning up the body parts, as I was crudely told by an upperclassman on my way back to the dorms this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other not so terrifying news: I was asked to come for callbacks by the university's improv team. They seem like a fun group. Only 4 people were asked to come this session, but I think they called back up to ten people. I'm not sure if I'll make it or not, but I'm glad I made it this far out of the probable 30+ that auditioned. IT was nice to be acting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still a little freaked out. I think I'm going to go for the gummyworms. Gosh, I love those things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-112823248094972459?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/112823248094972459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=112823248094972459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112823248094972459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112823248094972459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-were-two-bombs.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-112650046421975091</id><published>2005-09-11T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:57:20.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprisingly: I don't feel as though I have changed at all. Or that if I have, it is in some indefinable, insignificant detail that will never be applicable to my general life. Classes are no more difficult than I found them to be in high school, and despite having one class with 550 people in it, the classes feel exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always assumed that college would hold some golden, unique truth. That it would perhaps have the power to instantly fix all the things that were broken in me. As of yet, I have been sadly disappointed. Everything that had been brainwashed into me throughout high school seems to be a load of &lt;em&gt;bik&lt;/em&gt;.* There are no demands of me that were not made in earlier grades. The "real world" that I have always been threatened with is completely and utterly non-existent, and with that cold and gaping hole in reality, the phlegmatic complacency of my Senior year has yet to be shaken.&lt;br /&gt;If I did not harbor such nasty little thoughts about the act of physically running, I would explain my situation as having an insatiable need to stretch and run. Just to break into something- To make myself live again, instead of merely taking this crippled existence in stride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong: The experience is great. I love the campus, and a majority of the people I spend my time with are not only brilliant and caring, but fantastically entertaining as well, yet... I still feel(?) unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Bik&lt;/em&gt; used courtesy of Allie and her Yiddish dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-112650046421975091?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/112650046421975091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=112650046421975091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112650046421975091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112650046421975091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/09/surprisingly-i-dont-feel-as-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15732411.post-112526592703973141</id><published>2005-08-28T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:53:51.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the great divide between highschool and college beings to solidify, so does my resolution to start a new blog to catalogue this grand, new adventure. Although this is neither the first time in my life to "strike out on my own," nor the first of times spent "discovering who I am," it is the first time that this style of life has become my permanent status of living. For the first time in my life: I am 18; I can choose my own church; I have my own bank account, and debit-card to go with it; I can change a class without parental consent; and if I don't want to do something... I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm liking this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15732411-112526592703973141?l=contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/112526592703973141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15732411&amp;postID=112526592703973141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112526592703973141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15732411/posts/default/112526592703973141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictionaddiction.blogspot.com/2005/08/as-great-divide-between-highschool-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409695364082351704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1230/320/biggie1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
