<?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-6481049</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:14:34.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the dark...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>593</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-1362533058816886122</id><published>2007-09-07T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:47:07.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-1362533058816886122?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1362533058816886122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=1362533058816886122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1362533058816886122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1362533058816886122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2007/09/dance-like-nobodys-watching-love-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-3484576999301177718</id><published>2007-03-20T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:26:22.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Court Ruling</title><content type='html'>Edmonton , Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seven year old boy was at the centre of an Edmonton courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him.  The boy has a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with the child custody law and regulations requiring that family unity be maintained to the degree possible. The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the judge suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried out that they also beat him. After considering the remainder of the immediate family and learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life among them, the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing  the boy to propose who should have custody of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two recesses to check legal references and confer with child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Edmonton Oilers, whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-3484576999301177718?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3484576999301177718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=3484576999301177718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/3484576999301177718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/3484576999301177718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/local-court-ruling.html' title='Local Court Ruling'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-2672997023004497109</id><published>2007-03-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:44:26.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegreville part. 2</title><content type='html'>Went down to Vegreville yesterday to look at the town. I couldn't get a hold of Yee on her house phone, so we stopped in Walmart to get the address of her apartment complex. I swear to God, the phone book is made stupid too. it had the wrong address for Chimney Springs. it said 5033 50st... which happens to be the address for one of the banks, if I remember correctly. I highly doubt that Chimney Springs MOVED, because the bank building was small and one story. PLUS, the fact that Walmart is NEW, they wouldn't be still using a 5 year old phone book or anything of the like. No, I just think that Vegreville is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eventually find Yee's place, and then we went on a mad hunt around the town for an apartment for me. We eventually found one. A guy is moving out of his bachelor's soon and I was given first priority on his place once he's gone. But I'll still have to head up there another weekend to see the place, to pay the damage deposit, and get all my paperwork filled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;EXCITING!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-2672997023004497109?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2672997023004497109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=2672997023004497109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/2672997023004497109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/2672997023004497109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/vegreville-part-2.html' title='Vegreville part. 2'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-1341709798357981381</id><published>2007-02-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:28:26.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegreville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RdPYRrFRq2I/AAAAAAAAACo/I2oBV_q1gR0/s1600-h/Vegreville.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RdPYRrFRq2I/AAAAAAAAACo/I2oBV_q1gR0/s400/Vegreville.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031603006837205858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing? Even though Vegreville is RIDICULOUSLY small, the road my apartment complex is located, isn't on this map...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-1341709798357981381?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1341709798357981381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=1341709798357981381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1341709798357981381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1341709798357981381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2007/02/strange-thing-even-though-vegreville-is.html' title='Vegreville'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RdPYRrFRq2I/AAAAAAAAACo/I2oBV_q1gR0/s72-c/Vegreville.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-5137043609215400918</id><published>2006-12-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:44:01.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts! pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHbCzW0GWI/AAAAAAAAABU/xDAelrDqa5o/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHbCzW0GWI/AAAAAAAAABU/xDAelrDqa5o/s200/Santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013028701432191330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa showed up at Mike's house with a gift for me. it's really just something Mike's mom put together for everyone at dinner on Christmas Eve. I got lip colours, a lip brush, a sharpener, and lipliner.&lt;br /&gt;Santa sure has nice taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm pretty sure Michelle's been waiting to see what Mike got me. so here's a bunch of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHbfDW0GXI/AAAAAAAAABc/NGmMJ5GiiMk/s1600-h/Mike%27sgift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHbfDW0GXI/AAAAAAAAABc/NGmMJ5GiiMk/s320/Mike%27sgift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013029186763495794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHb5zW0GZI/AAAAAAAAABs/2VGJUCcSVO4/s1600-h/Mike%27sgift3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHb5zW0GZI/AAAAAAAAABs/2VGJUCcSVO4/s200/Mike%27sgift3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013029646324996498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the first pic: gloves and a pretty scarf from AE. the second pictures is of the PINK sweatpants he got me, also from AE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHbmTW0GYI/AAAAAAAAABk/Pn6LcZg2HPg/s1600-h/Mike%27sgift2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHbmTW0GYI/AAAAAAAAABk/Pn6LcZg2HPg/s200/Mike%27sgift2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013029311317547394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the movie "Cars", he gave me the plushes. This is Lightning McQueen (red) and Luigi (yellow). Luigi is cool. he's the pit crew guy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHcGzW0GaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0i8C0A8U-bc/s1600-h/Mike%27sgift4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHcGzW0GaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0i8C0A8U-bc/s200/Mike%27sgift4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013029869663295906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last gift:&lt;br /&gt;a pink sapphire necklace, set with 6 diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHcQDW0GbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3wtvdXQzlYQ/s1600-h/Mike%27sgift5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHcQDW0GbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3wtvdXQzlYQ/s400/Mike%27sgift5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013030028577085874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to see in the picture, but beside the pink sapphire that's in the centre (above the 2 arches in the heart) are 3 diamonds set on either side each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I also failed to mention in pt. 1 of my gifts, that my family DOES INDEED give me gifts for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both sets of grandparents gave me money.&lt;br /&gt;my 3rd uncle gave me money.&lt;br /&gt;my 4th uncle got me a gift card to an undisclosed location.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my family lives far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. my family DOES love me. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-5137043609215400918?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5137043609215400918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=5137043609215400918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/5137043609215400918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/5137043609215400918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-gifts-pt-2.html' title='Christmas Gifts! pt. 2'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZHbCzW0GWI/AAAAAAAAABU/xDAelrDqa5o/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-7517538301105076138</id><published>2006-12-25T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:59:17.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts!</title><content type='html'>This is from Michelle. Aerie socks and LOST season 2! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBHtTW0GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pi90acdwqnA/s1600-h/Michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBHtTW0GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pi90acdwqnA/s400/Michelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012585228879010050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBICjW0GSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cyuyU3p0RGs/s1600-h/Gail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBICjW0GSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cyuyU3p0RGs/s200/Gail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012585593951230242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is from Gail. She got me a necklace and matching earrings.&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBIRTW0GTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u0nrWST5Jls/s1600-h/Mike%27sMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBIRTW0GTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u0nrWST5Jls/s320/Mike%27sMom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012585847354300722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mike's mom, I got a zip up from Mexx and body butter from Eveline Charles.&lt;br /&gt;I love this one!&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to see the body butter in the picture, but it's in the top left, on the shoulder of the zip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 pictures are what I got from my parents. I was whining for a brief period during a shopping trip, about how the scarves at GAP are priced ridiculously. but I pointed out this one pink one that I just LOVED. it was soft and very flowy and I wanted it. but was unwilling to spend $35 on it. my mom picked it up for me later on yay! and I got this cool bracelet of white and yellow gold. to put it on, I have to twist it and slip my wrist into it. it was weird, but I'm getting used to it now. very neat design. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBIxTW0GUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_k9oMDsW_tw/s1600-h/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBIxTW0GUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_k9oMDsW_tw/s400/Mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012586397110114626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBI4DW0GVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EvcI-bl0zvo/s1600-h/Mom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBI4DW0GVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EvcI-bl0zvo/s400/Mom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012586513074231634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten my gift from Mike yet. he's on his way here now to bring them to me. then I'll post pictures. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-7517538301105076138?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7517538301105076138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=7517538301105076138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/7517538301105076138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/7517538301105076138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas Gifts!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/RZBHtTW0GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pi90acdwqnA/s72-c/Michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-5785801977728049835</id><published>2006-12-17T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:27:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabetes Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/nationalpost/news/story.html?id=a042812e-492c-4f07-8245-8a598ab5d1bf&amp;k=63970&amp;p=1" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.canada.com/nationalpost/news/story.html?id=a042812e-492c-4f07-8245-8a598ab5d1bf&amp;k=63970&amp;p=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists in Toronto have "cured" diabetic mice, through the injection of a substance counteracting the effects of malfunctioning pancreatic pain neurons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently stunning even the scientists behind the results, this could change everything, for those touched by diabetes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-5785801977728049835?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5785801977728049835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=5785801977728049835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/5785801977728049835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/5785801977728049835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/diabetes-breakthrough.html' title='Diabetes Breakthrough'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-9074643021582338753</id><published>2006-12-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:35:44.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virgin Test</title><content type='html'>Ok so here's the deal... start with 100% and take away 1% for everything that you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoked.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drank alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cried when someone died.&lt;br /&gt;4. Been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;5. Had sex.&lt;br /&gt;6. Been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;7. Given/received a handjob.&lt;br /&gt;8. Given/received a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;9. Been verbally/sexually harassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br /&gt;12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;15. Been to prom.&lt;br /&gt;16. Cried at school.&lt;br /&gt;17. Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.&lt;br /&gt;18. Went streaking.&lt;br /&gt;19. Given or received a lap dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.&lt;br /&gt;21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;22. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.&lt;br /&gt;23. Kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;24. Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;25. Went scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;26. Driven a car.&lt;br /&gt;27. Gotten an x-ray.&lt;br /&gt;28. Hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;29. Had a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;31. Played strip poker.&lt;br /&gt;32. Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;br /&gt;33. Ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;34. Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;35. Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;36. Bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;37. Watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;38. Made porn.&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;41. French kissed.&lt;br /&gt;42. Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;br /&gt;43. Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;44. Laughed yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;45. Stabbed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;46. Shot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.&lt;br /&gt;48. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br /&gt;49. Been online for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Watched an animal die.&lt;br /&gt;51. Watched a person die.&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.&lt;br /&gt;53. Pranked somebody.&lt;br /&gt;54. Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.&lt;br /&gt;56. Kissed somebody of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;57. Dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;58. Dressed goth.&lt;br /&gt;59. Dressed preppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Been to a motocross race.&lt;br /&gt;61. Avoided somebody.&lt;br /&gt;62. Been stalked.&lt;br /&gt;63. Stalked someone.&lt;br /&gt;64. Met a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;65. Played an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;66. Ridden a horse.&lt;br /&gt;67. Cut yourself.&lt;br /&gt;68. Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;69. Ditched somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;71. Got caught stealing something.&lt;br /&gt;72. Kicked a guy in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;74. Went out with your friend's crush.&lt;br /&gt;75. Got arrested.&lt;br /&gt;76. Been pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;77. Babysat.&lt;br /&gt;78. Been to another country.&lt;br /&gt;79. Started your house on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Had an encounter with a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;81. Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;br /&gt;82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by.&lt;br /&gt;83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;85. Sat on your ass all day.&lt;br /&gt;86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;87. Had a job.&lt;br /&gt;88. Gotten cut from a sports team.&lt;br /&gt;89. Been called a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Danced like a whore.&lt;br /&gt;91. Been mistaken for a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;92. Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;93. Been told you have beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;94. Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;br /&gt;95. Raped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;96. Danced in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;97. Been rejected.&lt;br /&gt;98. Walked out of a restaurant without paying.&lt;br /&gt;99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My score: 49% virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-9074643021582338753?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/9074643021582338753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=9074643021582338753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/9074643021582338753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/9074643021582338753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/virgin-test.html' title='The Virgin Test'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-2523414308447012868</id><published>2006-12-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:52:23.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Friday:&lt;/i&gt; quite eventul. first, we missed the one and only showing of WongFu Productions: A Moment With You, playing at the U that night. it was Mike's grandma's birthday, so it was a good thing I didn't buy those tickets for the show when Darren told me to, or else they would have gone to waste. so instead, we went to Sai Woo for grandma's birthday. quite fun. I got to sit next to Kyle, who's such a cutie. he was playing with his container of cereal, and he extended it out while staring at Mike. so Mike extends his hand as if to take it, but Kyle snatches it back and starts laughing. he shoves the container forward again, this time looking at me, but this time he actually drops his cereal in my hand instead of bringing it back close to himself. Kyle does this another time or two, and I made fun of Mike about sharing. after, we went home and watched some more Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday:&lt;/i&gt; I woke up at 830, because I needed to do a lot of shopping that morning. my mom and I went to Shoppers and picked up everything we needed. then we went to south edmonton common, and we had lunch somewhere along the way there as well. didn't get home until 1pm, when we ate and left right away again to go vote (btw, our new premier designate is Ed Stelmach, for those of you who care). there was a lunatic in our polling station causing a huge huffle, but he didn't interfere with me getting on my way to voting. after that, Mike picked me up and we were off to decorate his house for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;FOUR TREES.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.. FOUR. trees.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention all the ornamentation that goes around the house as well.&lt;br /&gt;AND. the fact that his parents were going to a dinner party that night, and I also helped his mom prepared the dishes they were bringing. so yeah. needless to say I was quite tired. we also watched more Lost, over a large chicken club pizza from panago... mmmmmmmmmmm *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunday:&lt;/i&gt; I'm sitting here. trying to work on my grant proposal. I swear! I'm nearly done!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-2523414308447012868?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2523414308447012868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=2523414308447012868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/2523414308447012868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/2523414308447012868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-2409935402560917208</id><published>2006-11-26T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:30:44.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;Love grows by giving.&lt;br /&gt;The love we give away is the only love we keep.&lt;br /&gt;The only way to retain love is to give it away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;- Elbert Hubbard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-2409935402560917208?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2409935402560917208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=2409935402560917208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/2409935402560917208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/2409935402560917208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-1961870956646307599</id><published>2006-11-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:13:19.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1177/791/1600/511061/christmaspresents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1177/791/400/375668/christmaspresents.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. House MD season 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lost season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guitar - &lt;a href="http://www.epiphone.com/default.asp?ProductID=84&amp;CollectionID=10" target="_blank"&gt;acoustic&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ibanez.com/guitars/zoom/UV777BK.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;electric&lt;/a&gt;, acoustic AND electric. Doesn't matter, my current one blows chunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. New &lt;a href="http://www.marshallamps.com/product.asp?productCode=MS-2%20and%20MS-4&amp;pageType=OVERVIEW" target="_blank"&gt;amp&lt;/a&gt; for my guitar, cus that sucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.ice.com/customer/product_detail.jsp?product=91041908" target="_blank"&gt;Jewelry&lt;/a&gt; is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep adding more when I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT: Nov 19, 1:15pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tickets to the oilers. Against Anaheim... the game that's on my birthday... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT: Nov 25, 9:15pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Money.. now that Michelle has reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT: Nov 26, 3:30pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://blueheadsets.zoovy.com/product/TRANS1GB?meta=dealtime-TRANS1GB" target="_blank"&gt;1GB microSD card&lt;/a&gt; for my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT: Nov 27, 5:15pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://canada.roots.com/Product_Detail.aspx?styleID=04060391&amp;dptid=2&amp;catid=40&amp;subcatid=&amp;stylecolor=04060391_0100&amp;saleGroup=&amp;WT.svl=04060391" target="blank"&gt;thick warm sweatpants&lt;/a&gt; (because Edmonton weather is not fit for human life!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. new clothes (&lt;a href="http://a248.e.akamai.net/a755bdded7308e72e7fac2eae90715fc.com/Images/laydowns/large/1454_7629_927.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;sweaters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.transitshoes.com/eng/storeSection/redirect.cfm?sectionID=b2c/style/productDetails.cfm&amp;itemID=62923636&amp;&amp;var=d&amp;ckey=CA" target="_blank"&gt;pretty shoes&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT: Nov 29, 6:55pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. alarm clock - after 3 weeks, I can't keep looking at my cell phone for the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-1961870956646307599?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1961870956646307599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=1961870956646307599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1961870956646307599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1961870956646307599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-1325046564291789915</id><published>2006-11-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:12:54.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prestige</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1177/791/1600/theprestige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1177/791/400/theprestige.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out to watch The Prestige on Saturday night. it was a bit more confusing than I was lead to believe. I assumed the movie was about a magician who wasn't really a magician, but actually could do real magic, beyond scientific explanation. but what I discovered, was the movie is really about 2 magicians who spend the greater part of their careers trying to ruin each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a good movie, but it was a bit on the confusing side. keeping track of the characters at first, was a bit tricky. Michael Caine's accent confused me near the start and it took some getting used to. after that it was a matter of catching up to where I should be, in terms of understanding the plot. overall very good. it sparked quite a discussion on the way home, making sense of the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-1325046564291789915?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1325046564291789915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=1325046564291789915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1325046564291789915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1325046564291789915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/prestige.html' title='The Prestige'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-1684332635930169114</id><published>2006-11-06T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:03:24.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIG! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1177/791/1600/Mike%20Eating%20Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1177/791/400/Mike%20Eating%20Cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bf is a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-1684332635930169114?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1684332635930169114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=1684332635930169114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1684332635930169114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1684332635930169114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/pig.html' title='PIG! =)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-1503094195810073551</id><published>2006-10-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:09:19.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GTP: Washington @ Edmonton</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;4-0 Oilers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1177/791/1600/lupulgoal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1177/791/400/lupulgoal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Period&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PowerPlay Goal by Smyth at 11:43 from Lupul and Stoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Period&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal by Pisano at 5:40 from Bergeron and Smyth&lt;br /&gt;PowerPlay Goal by Lupul at 16:36 from Sykora and Hemsky&lt;br /&gt;Empty-net Goal by Reasoner at 18:55 from Winchester and Petersen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shots on Goal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmonton - 28&lt;br /&gt;Washington - 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th career shutout for Dwayne Roloson&lt;br /&gt;2nd with the oilers&lt;br /&gt;1st this season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmonton: 7-4-0&lt;br /&gt;Washington: 3-3-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-1503094195810073551?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1503094195810073551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=1503094195810073551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1503094195810073551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/1503094195810073551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-0-oilers-1st-period-powerplay-goal-by.html' title='GTP: Washington @ Edmonton'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-7618236102889345342</id><published>2006-10-12T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:20:47.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROLOSON!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;big number 37!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-7618236102889345342?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7618236102889345342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=7618236102889345342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/7618236102889345342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/7618236102889345342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-roloson-big-number-37.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115968055025668005</id><published>2006-09-30T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:02:27.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months!</title><content type='html'>so last night, we went out for our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;for the past week and a half, Mike wouldn't tell me where he was taking me. it was killing me because I don't like secrets. however, just to contradict myself, I really do love surprises. but really, the thing I like about it, is the sponteneity.. not really knowing in advance something will happen, but not knowing exactly what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. I went home yesterday after school. and for some stupid reasons, I left school at 3 and got home at 430. while Mike left sometime after 330ish, and got home before I did. &lt;font color="blue"&gt;STUPID CARS.&lt;/font&gt; I hate you traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I showered, changed, and pretty-ed myself up. Mike showed up at around 530. but we didn't leave because my mom wasn't home yet. she wanted to get home before I left, since she probably wouldn't see me the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;so home got home at around 6, we talked for a bit and then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike looked so cute in his dress shirt and dress pants. &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;my bf is cute. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we went to southgate first because I wanted to activate my new phone, but Justin was sick and not working apparently. Emil had taken his shift, so I couldn't get it all done then. but I picked up my checks from work and then we left for the unknown restaurant where we would have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past week, I've had this inkling that we would be going to LaRonde. I hoped we wouldn't, because I knew it would be expensive, but for some reason I just knew that he was gonna be taking me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low and behold as we approach the restaurant, guess what is directly ahead of us on the road.... &lt;font size=5&gt;LaRonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;=_=&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW IT!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had a lovely dinner there. the sucky part was that when the sun was setting, we were on the other side of the restaurant, so we couldn't see it. we saw it START to set, and saw it almost completely set. so we missed out. but that's okay. dinner was absolutely magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Mike had the &lt;font color="red"&gt;bison ribeye.&lt;/font&gt; the waiter said it was the best take on the menu. I beg to differ, I think my dinner was much better. I had the &lt;font color="red"&gt;sour cherry glazed duck breast.&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font size=4&gt;OMG IT WAS TO DIE FOR GOOD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course we had dessert. it was called &lt;font color="red"&gt;chocolate symphony&lt;/font&gt; and it was SO rich we couldn't COLLECTIVELY finish it. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went home. and just chilled. last night was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;from yesterday morning when I opened the locker to find a beautifully written card for me, to dinner, to going home and spending a couple hours just doing nothing with my most favourite person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;thank you for the wonderful night. for always raising the bar when it comes to how you treat me. for making me feel like I"m always worth than the most precious jewels in the world. for constantly reminding me how precious I am to you. for never letting me forget how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the luckiest person on earth to have you. I KNOW that I'm the luckiest person, because without you I'd be nowhere. I probably would have spent last night by myself at home, studying or reading or watching tv or mindlessly cruising the internet. without you I probably would have spent the greater portion of the last 6 months like that as well. but I didn't. because you came into my life and swept me off my feet. and here we are, so much time later and you still sweep me off my feet. you keep everything fresh and new, like everything that happened was just yesterday. I couldn't ask for anything more because right now, my life is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Happy Anniversary&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115968055025668005?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115968055025668005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115968055025668005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115968055025668005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115968055025668005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-last-night-we-went-out-for-our.html' title='6 months!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115931964644707642</id><published>2006-09-26T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:15.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;fuck you. honestly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're absolutely ridiculous, did you know that? ffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who the hell goes home on a Friday night at 10pm?&lt;/b&gt; do you HEAR yourself when you talk? do you hear how absurd you sound?&lt;br /&gt;you can't tell a 19 year old what to do anymore. maybe when &lt;font size=3&gt;YOU&lt;/font&gt; were 19 you let your mom run your life, but times have changed. &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's no longer the fucking 50s.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or whatever fucking era you grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;GROW UP. &lt;b&gt;LET GO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I want to go out, I will go out. stop trying to stop me. stop trying to make me &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEEL BAD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; when you say you will not sleep until I come home. if you don't want to sleep, &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;GO AHEAD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; stop trying to run my life. it's not yours, &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you piss me off so much. do you know that? ffs. all you do is &lt;b&gt;NAG NAG NAG.&lt;/b&gt; don't you have anything better to do in your life? after 19 years of nagging, haven't you realized that &lt;font size=5&gt;I DON'T FUCKING LISTEN WHEN YOU NAG!&lt;/font&gt; so stop with your &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;i&gt;STUPID ANTICS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking angry at you. you think because I came from you that you can tell me what to do? is your ultimate goal to have me go as far away as I possibly can, to get &lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;AWAY FROM YOU?!?!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever stop to listen to yourself speaking? do you ever think "how would I feel if I were in that position?"? do you even CARE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115931964644707642?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115931964644707642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115931964644707642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115931964644707642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115931964644707642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115889736253092011</id><published>2006-09-21T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:15.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Is It Love or Infatuation?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An article by Ann Landers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation is fleeting desire-one set of glands calling to another. It is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about the relationship that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time. Love is quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you-to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his presence, even when he is away. Miles do not separate you. You have so many wonderful films in your head that you keep replaying. But near or far, you know he is yours, and you can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation says, "We must get married right away. I can't risk losing him." Love says, "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. Whenever you are together, you hope it will end in intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not based on sex. It is the maturation of friendship that makes sex so much sweeter. You must be friends before you can be lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation lacks confidence. When he's away, you wonder if he's being unfaithful. Sometimes you check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. He feels your trust, and it makes him even more trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret, but love never steers you in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is elevating. It lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you better than you were before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115889736253092011?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115889736253092011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115889736253092011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115889736253092011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115889736253092011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-love-or-infatuation-article-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115768205948697928</id><published>2006-09-07T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:15.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so on Sunday, we went to pho for lunch. that was kind of bland, the food wasn't so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went home. chilled. then at like 430 we went to play tennis at red centre in mill woods for a solid 2 hours. needless to say I was sore the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else. my brother and I skipped dinner that night. neither of us wanted to go to another sickening chinese restaurant and eat another gross dinner. so we copped out and played the long game of tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night we also went for bowling/pool at gateway. we originally intended just to go for pool, but someone we knew had booked lanes, so we got in for bowling as well. it was gross because I wore flip flops, so I was sockless in my bowling shoes. but so was one of my brother's friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, I played my best game of bowling ev4rrrr. I had 108 and 129 (yes, I suck at bowling. screw you).. but in defense, I was bowling these 2 games at the exact same time. so really, I was doing super good. then I quit the first lane, so I wouldn't have to bowl 2 games. then my game went downhill. I had like.. I don't even think 80 pins for that game. &lt;font color="red"&gt;horrible!&lt;/font&gt; but seriously, I think I do everything better while ethanol runs through my body. I play pool better, and I've established a one hour window after one beer, where my bowling skills are better. so yeah, &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;beer = good. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night ended some time after midnight. most of my brother's friends had to drive back down to calgary the next day, because work starts tuesday, and monday would have been a wise choice of days to go back home. durh.&lt;br /&gt;so I went home and slepttttttttttttttttttttttttttt =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115768205948697928?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115768205948697928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115768205948697928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115768205948697928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115768205948697928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-on-sunday-we-went-to-pho-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115731452504858545</id><published>2006-09-03T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:14.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/littlemisssunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/320/littlemisssunshine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yesterday I went with Michelle to watch &lt;font color="red"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/font&gt;. I didn't know what it was about so I didn't really want to watch it, but &lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;OMG IT WAS HILARIOUS!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the 930 showing, and I left my cell phone at home because it was charging so I missed all my calls and text messages (whoops, sorry guys). anyways, after that we got back to my house, but we sat in the car and chatted for like an hour. good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time I actually walked into the house, I realized my parents still weren't home. I called and I got in shit because apparently my brother was scared shitless he didn't know who parked in front of our house for an hour and didn't move. hahaah whoopsies. -_- how would I have known that he would get scared?! he could have come outside and said "get in". silly boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thank GOODNESS yesterday was my last day working at bluenotes. OMG THANK YOUUUUUUUUUu........ Ivanna's birthday is on the 13th and she wants me to come over and bonfire with her and her friends. she also wants me to bring on the boys because she's lonely and single. we'll see how that goes down, I don't know who I would bring. and really.. bringing Mike's friends? that's kind of strange. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/hair.09.03.2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/hair.09.03.2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeah, today we went to eat vietnamese food for lunch. then I got my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like it because it's so short I can't tie it up, but it's nice. except for the fact that probably by tomorrow it won't look like this, since I don't take that long to dry and style my hair. actually, I don't style my hair at all. so really, I wouldn't be able to make it look the way it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;shitty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115731452504858545?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115731452504858545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115731452504858545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115731452504858545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115731452504858545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-yesterday-i-went-with-michelle-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115677716749502797</id><published>2006-08-28T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:14.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/CSLewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/CSLewis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;There is no safe investment in love. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping your heart intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safely in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115677716749502797?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115677716749502797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115677716749502797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115677716749502797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115677716749502797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-is-no-safe-investment-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115596090257983761</id><published>2006-08-18T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:14.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/talladeganights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/talladeganights.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last week, we watched Talladega Nights. OMG, Paul was laughing so hard, so much, I thought he would start to convulse.&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty funny movie though, I gotta say. some say it was better than anchorman, some say it wasn't. but I haven't seen anchorman before so I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, random other miscellaneous things occurring here and there. on Friday, I went to the Folk Fest with Steve. it was raining that day and I was basically damply wet the entire night. it was so cold by about 11ish, I couldn't take it. I wanted to go home, so we left. we never got to see Hawksley Workman because he wasn't starting until like 1145pm or so, and there was no way I was staying that long to see him. I wish he played first, I would have been so much happier not seeing the Neville Brothers. they're not exactly my favourite group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I got sick from that night. been having constant headache since that night, and finally on Tuesday I was just so sick I went home early and just slept. mom took me to the walk in clinic, and 3 hours later I emerge with a headache still, 4 xrays taken, a diagnosed sinus infection and fever of 101F, and a bottle of biaxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/clarithryomycin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/clarithryomycin.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sweet digs, that's what I'm taking every morning and night. where are my organic chemistssssssssssssssssss =)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so I have to take advil 4 times a day to rid the headaches and fever. but my fever broke Tuesday night anyways, so staying at home Wednesday was basically a wasted day without pay from work. sucky. I still have to take the advil a couple times a day to make sure the sinus infection doesn't give me deathly headaches though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike came to visit me that night, but he had to go home around 20 to 8 to go home and fix the pond in the backyard. but turns out his dad did it all on his own anyways, so he just washed his car that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went shopping. I got a pair of jeans, a sweater, and another tshirt. Mike got a pair of jeans too. suweeeeeeet. and it all cost me less than $80, because of the extra discount I get at the place I hardly work. -bleh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just finished watching Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. I couldn't resist. he must be introduced to the goodness of asianity... or whatever, hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;nyways, who cares - he liked it. and that's not because I said "omg, it's like my favourite movie evar!", but because it's just so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. Advent Children............. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115596090257983761?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115596090257983761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115596090257983761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115596090257983761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115596090257983761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-week-we-watched-talladega-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115499882243638595</id><published>2006-08-07T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:14.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. so I have some time now to write here. let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Friday the 29th:&lt;/font&gt; kdays. Mike came to get me at about 2-3ish. we went to school to get a bus pass but apparently the info kiosks were closed. so after that we just went to the fairgrounds. we didn't go on many rides. apparently Michelle decided to chicken out, and Dustin didn't seem to want to go on many of the rides either. the pass was a waste of money, but oh well. Mike won me this cross eyed piggie. it's cute, and it's in my room now. we left at like 9ish. my feet hurt like crazy. Matt came at about 8-830. Steve, YuiMan and Allan came at 9. we ran into Jon a few times too and hung with him a bit. we saw the dream house and bought some tickets to try to win it. of course we didn't. life isn't fair, but I guess I learned that on day one.&lt;br /&gt;after we left kdays, we went home for a bit. then we set out for Cody's birthday at his place. it's &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;so FAR OUT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. parkland was so damn far away but his house is absolutely amazing. the left and right sides are the garages and the front door is in the middle. once you walk in the front door there's a &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;HUGE ASS FISHTANK full of NEMO FISHIES!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; anyways. the house is beautiful and the backyard faces the forest. they have a firepit right at the tailend of their property. it's bigger than the one Mike has. anyways, it was a fun night. I drank a bit and learned that I play pool better once I've downed a few beers.&lt;br /&gt;after that, Mike apparently felt he needed to take me home because I "wasn't okay" so we went home and slept. I fell asleep probably within 10 minutes of lying in bed, I didn't even bother to move my leg off of him, so he was probably quite uncomfortable hahaha. oh well. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Sunday the 30th:&lt;/font&gt; we woke up and went to dimsum with Uncle George and Aunt Nancy, his dad's cousin from New York, and his grandparents. Andrew wasn't home till like 3-4 in the morning. I heard him first thing that morning at like 7 going to shower. I thought he had just got home at 7, but apparently he was home a few hours earlier than that.&lt;br /&gt;after dimsum, we went shopping. I bought a bench hoodie for more than half off from Underground. it's nice, and at first it was a bit small but it fits now because it's stretched out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;that night Calvin was taking us to dinner but my stupid brother was being a bitch and left. so I was all pissed and stuff, and had to get Mike to come get me. we went back to his house and we ended up just talking about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Monday to Wednesday:&lt;/font&gt; I can't remember anything specific from these days. we had pizza one of these days, I think Monday. it was good to not cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/font&gt; parents came home today. &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;THANK GOODNESS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night Mike came over for dinner. mom made fish on tofu, and some other things I forget. then I forget what we did after that.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like I'm forgetting a LOT right about now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/font&gt; Heritage Days at 9am this morning. &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;kids are CRAZY ENERGETIC.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after volunteering, Mike came to get me at 230ish and we went downtown to do some shopping. we found a nice ring for $30, but it was sterling silver. at boulevard diamonds on the second floor, we found out the pink sapphire ring I saw a month earlier was actulaly $500. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;FREAKING HELL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; it was 30% off, and he offered another 15% off because it was a bit damaged, but that still left a huge dent of $300 in his wallet, which I wouldn't allow. so we didn't get it. and he didn't want that ring, he wanted a nicer one, so we didn't buy anything. after that we went back home and waited until it was time to go to his Uncle Greg's house for a bbq.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is SOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo cute. seriously. at first he was scared of me, but I was tickling him a lot and he warmed up to me. after dinner Brian, Jolene, Jessica, Eric, Mike and me played cranium downstairs while Ethan ran around playing with himself. my team was Mike, Eric, Ethan (not really) and me and we eventually won the game. we were interrupted by pie spillage and skydiving videos, but we won. and &lt;font size=4&gt;NO WE DID NOT CHEATTTTTTTT... =P&lt;/font&gt; it was fun stuff, I've never played cranium before.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, it was like 1030 so we left. we didn't go to Jaden's thing at stonehouse because apparently no one was even there yet, so I just went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/font&gt; Heritage Days at 10am. HOLY COW I AM TIRED. after spending the entire day yesterday with kids, I had to endure another full day with kids again. H-Days until 3, then I went home only to have Aaron crawling all over me for over an hour bugging me and playing with me. and I had to deal with Calvin running all over the place too. I was just absolutely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Monday (today):&lt;/font&gt; bluenotes from 10-530. I'm so tired from everything.&lt;br /&gt;I got home after work ate dinner, and now I'm here. that's the end of my over-a-week-long journey. -phew-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115499882243638595?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115499882243638595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115499882243638595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115499882243638595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115499882243638595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115392602177255972</id><published>2006-07-26T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:14.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;HOLY COW I've been super busy lately!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. Mike came back Wednesday night. I saw him Thursday night, I can't remember what we did.&lt;br /&gt;actually, DID I see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;Friday&lt;/font&gt; we went to the Grand Prix. omg it was hot, and quite fun actually. I was tired for a huge part of it, but it was fun stuff to go to that and see what it's like. we sat in the beer gardens for the most part, but it was fun stuff..&lt;br /&gt;I did however, &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;get the worst burn evar.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; it stung really bad afterwards, so I could hardly put strapped clothes on because it hurts my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;Saturday&lt;/font&gt; was his grandpa's birthday. so at about 4ish, he came and picked me up and we went back to his place. all his cousins and relatives were there so they all finally got to meet me. when Jacky walked in the door, her eyes LIT UP and she goes &lt;font color="red"&gt;"OMG MIKE. IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!?!?!" hahahaha.&lt;/font&gt; she doesn't look ANYTHING like me, but Mike's mom still thinks there's a resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I also talked to Jacky's mom a bit too. that was interesting, because I spoke to her purely in chinese and apparently everyone was completely impressed. hahhaaha, I guess that's what happens when you associated with a completely whitewashed family, and there are two caucasians standing in the room trying to make out what the fuck you're saying. his aunt was saying how she was so impressed that I could speak chinese that well. haahahhaahaha. &lt;font size=4&gt;his grandpa said the same thing!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo.. there were pictures after that in the backyard. they turned out nice. I'm at work right now so I can't post them since they are on my home computer. but I can probably post a picture or two later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how his entire family is so trigger happy. his Aunt Amy was just snapping away with the camera, there's probably more than a few pictures of Mike and me on her memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner was okay, just a typical asian restaurant. unfortunately, this one didn't have air conditioning, and it was just &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;sweltering hot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; in there. especially since we were in the CORNER of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his grandpa is just too cute though. when we got back to his place I was right behind his grandpa and he turns around and looks at me, smiles brightly and calls me by my chinese name, which I've only told him ONCE, in the very loud dinner banquet for Andrew's high school grad, and asks me how I'm doing. hahahah &lt;font color"red"&gt;too cute. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the dinner we went back to Mike's. his parents, Aunt Amy, his grandma and us sat on the deck and chatted. I looked at Mike's baby pictures, he was &lt;font size=4&gt;sooooooooooooooo cute!!&lt;/font&gt; there's a picture of him caught dancing and it's the cutest thing ever. his arms are up and he's smiling with his eyes closed, it's absolutely adorable. ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;Sunday&lt;/font&gt; wasn't really anything. Mike came over and we watched Pirates of the Caribbean. my parents were going psycho packing their bags. it was all round crazy in the house, because there was 5 of us in there, there was a lot of running around getting everything they need for their trip, and it was just SO DAMN HOT that day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;Monday&lt;/font&gt; my parents left. and that was my first night alone without my parents. it's okay though, things aren't that bad. it's actually quite fun not having them around because I don't get sick of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;Tuesday (yesterday)&lt;/font&gt;, I made my very own dinner COMPLETELY on my own. hahahhah jokes. it's probably not the first time. but it's just that mom's not even in Alberta, so yay. we had... tomato and basil chicken penne and a nice big ass green salad. yumayyyyyyyyy. it was actually really filling surprisingly. but probably because the soup that I used as the sauce, I thickened quite a bit before use. and I cooked that chicken like no tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's now day 3 of not having my parents around. we're going to watch You, Me &amp; Dupree tonight. it's gonna be fun stufffffffffffff =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.voanews.com/english/images/movie_universal_you_me_dupree_wilson_hudson_dillon_195_eng_15jul06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully I can get on learning how to drive some time soon...... ahhaha ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115392602177255972?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115392602177255972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115392602177255972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115392602177255972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115392602177255972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/holy-cow-ive-been-super-busy-lately-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115301735219938401</id><published>2006-07-15T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:14.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/113_1398.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/113_1398.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;So here's where the story begins...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning I woke up and after I showered I curled my hair. Mike wants me to do it for his grandpa's birthday next weekend because he thinks it looks good, so I did it today to make sure that I'm doing it the right way and that it won't fuck up next week.&lt;br /&gt;so it looks all pretty. and then &lt;font color="red"&gt;BAM!&lt;/font&gt; I'm struck by the sadness bug.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mike. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;frankly Michelle, I don't get how you do it. how you can stand seeing him only a few weeks of the year. instead of me, I have it backwards, yet you much more poised about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I was sad. I went shopping with mom. we went to look for a new luggage set so she's all fashionable when she leaves for Toronto in 2 weeks. of course my mommy has to look fashionable. =)&lt;br /&gt;but an unsuccessful search, we landed at Winners. my comfort-shop-store. and now, we have picture 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/114_1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/114_1401.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my beautiful Dooney &amp; Bourke bag. that I've been drooling over (on the internet, so technically, drooling on my keyboard) for almost 2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL?!!?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'm a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I was strucken by sadness. not to mention the overwhelming feeling that the bag and I were meant to be together, which is why after more than a month, the bag was still hanging on the rack at Winners.&lt;br /&gt;yes. I was meant to be with this bag. it's my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, screw Mike. my destiny is with a bag. HAHAHHA JOKES! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddddddd now I'm acting crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work after obtaining my beautiful beloved bag, and having a nice lunch with my mom and brother.&lt;br /&gt;work licked balls. per usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115301735219938401?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115301735219938401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115301735219938401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115301735219938401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115301735219938401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-heres-where-story-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115284642145847217</id><published>2006-07-13T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:14.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting yelled at by AJ to update this piece of shit, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;lately, I haven't been blogging because I've been very busy. that's right, I'm a busy little bee. in fact, I'm so busy that I hardly spend any time in my office as is. and when I AM in there, I'm too busy to open up blogspot and write damn updates for the internet world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyways. I've been busy lately at work because it's been hectic with everyone gone up north for the hearing. the office has been quiet, but there's a lot of work to go around.&lt;br /&gt;and at home, I'm busy because I'm booking flights and shizzle for my parents. they're flying off to the east coast and what not for 11 days. I've been trying to squeeze in all the learning I need, to ensure that I had decent edible meals for the 11 days they're gone. and also that I have clean dishes and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike will be home in a week. I'm excited. I miss him a lot, so I'm so glad that in about a week's time he'll be home and I can hug him again and hear his damn voice already. stupid Hawaii, why must you not have a phone down there?! he sent me very pretty pictures he took down there though, and I get regular emails from him too. it's not as good but it's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm tired now because I just got home from shopping. we went looking for capris and shirts for my mom, and to take a look at how much luggage costs nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115284642145847217?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115284642145847217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115284642145847217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115284642145847217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115284642145847217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-getting-yelled-at-by-aj-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115206677580998120</id><published>2006-07-04T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:13.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/113_1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/113_1396.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;YAY MORE FLOWERS!!!!! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;they're so pretty!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/113_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/113_1400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's the card he wrote to me that came in the flowers. I can't believe they were sent to my work! &lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;how embarassing! =_=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I almost didn't go in to work this morning because I had a small case of food poisoning yesterday at a vietnamese restaurant where we went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;THAT! was terrible. feeling completely out of it - dizzy, sweating, panting, nearly blacking out - I was calling for Mike when I was lying in the backseat of the van. that's pretty much how delusional I was. then 3 hours in the hospital. yeah...... no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the flowers were nice. I got them at like.. 1130ish. I remember, because Jan had already left to get the van into the shop, since it was leaking antifreeze all over the place. so it had to have been 1130-noonish time. I was so shocked when they came and the lady said they were for me! hahaha, that's so funny! I was so embarassed, I called Azmina over to help me get the plastic wrap of it and I just left it to display at the front reception the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/113_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/113_1398.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone came by, smelled them, and said they've never seen blue roses before. hahaha I got hassled by everyone! Mike, my boss, said he wanted to see me. so I went to his office and he &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;demanded to know every juicy little detail regarding the flowers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; hahaha =_= omg! so embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also really hot in the office because the AC was broken all day. so one of the flowers started wilting. too bad, I tried to fix it by pushing the petals back up against the rose, but it's not helping. =(&lt;br /&gt;aww. they're so pretty I don't want to touch them! I wish I could just freeze it the way it is and have it like that forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must have cost so much to preorder it, have them arrange it for you, and to have it delivered to my office!&lt;br /&gt;=_= thanks babe. they're lovely =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115206677580998120?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115206677580998120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115206677580998120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115206677580998120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115206677580998120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-more-flowers-theyre-so-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115186577871324295</id><published>2006-07-02T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:13.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I had to go to work yesterday. 1230-530. I didn't really do a lot. Susan wasn't working so it basically meant I was in charge. no one listens to the new assistant manager, and there wasn't much I could do about it. so Justin came to visit me a lot, same with Michelle. seriously, Michelle's shift was 2-6, but she spent more than half of her working shift, in MY store. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;seriously Michelle, don't you WORK there?! =P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was stupid though. Jess is starting to piss me off because she refuses to listen and is a complete bitch to me. and Samantha was acting exactly like her, but that's because they're both friends. so whatever, I completely ignored them both. I like how Sam asked me how long I've been there, because she's never seen me in her 3 months working here. she assumed I was new, and I was someone she could boss around. so I told her I've been here for a year. she asked what grade I was in and how old I was and she sounded so surprised. she was like "I thought you were in grade 10". she didn't say anything else to me for the rest of her shift. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;after that I went to my Aunt's house for a bbq. hehe, my cousin ia so cute. the younger one, Miranda, kept taking my phone and playing the game I have on it. and she would scream from the living room &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;"STEPHANIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. and I'd be outside on the deck, and have to come back in. and she'd say &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;"I THINK I KNOW HOW TO PASS THIS LEVELLLLLLLLLLL"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah, so cute.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so Michelle came to pick me up at like 840. we had to drive the oldest daughter with us to the U, because she was meeting her friends at City Hall. then we left her there and went to the Leg. grounds.&lt;br /&gt;we were there pretty early. there were some guys sitting there, seriously, like half a block away, and they started calling to us. for like a WHOLE MINUTE or longer. they were saying things like "hey! you guys are hot!", "do you girls have boyfriends? because my friend here thinks you're really hot". &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAh&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much ran away. =(&lt;br /&gt;Michelle didn't even notice it until I told her that they were talking to us. and THEN she's like "oh hey! they ARE talking to us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, but the fireworks were so pretty. too bad the waterfall wasn't on. I heard from some ladies standing next to us that it was broken, that's why it wasn't running. what gaysauce.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyways, after that we ran pretty fast to get back to the lrt station and get to Chris' house for his party. frickin, when we got there, Vicky wasn't even there. we waited a  whole hour for her to get there. so we drank and ate, and for some reason, Michelle tried desperately to get away from Chris' dog. I played guitar downstairs. I met this guy I went to high school with who's a year younger. he taught me the simple blues progression. I THINK.. I still remember it. I didn't even drink much. I had a beer, and then some of this Malibu coconut stuff. it said 21% though... &lt;br /&gt;iunno... I didn't FEEL out of it. I didn't eat much at dinner though either.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahaha, but what's so stupid is this. mom called me a few times and left messages. messages I coudn't get to, cus she left them on my brother's phone which I didn't have the password to. (my phone was dying cus Mir was playing games). anyways, she called one last time and I picked up and said "mom. we're still stuck at the Legislature. just go to sleep. when all the people pass, we can take the lrt and I'll just be home whenever I can." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH. I got home and everyone was asleep. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;so I quietly washed up and went to sleep downstairs. a few minutes later I heard my mom come down the stairs to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay. that was my night.&lt;br /&gt;fun stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115186577871324295?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115186577871324295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115186577871324295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115186577871324295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115186577871324295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-i-had-to-go-to-work-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115177723177187281</id><published>2006-07-01T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:13.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so Mike is gone now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/font&gt; he picked me up from work and we went to exchange my skirt for a pair of shorts for him. he likes them, which is good stuff. we went to Jack's Grill by Southgate (in the Lendrum strip mall). it's really nice inside, I didn't expect it to look like that. anyways, it ended up being a lot more expensive of a restaurant than I thought. and silly me, I said I'd pay. so I forked over quite a bit of money for 2 dishes that night. but that was okay. then we went back to his place and watched A Walk to Remember, since we rented it last week and never got around to watching it..&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.... did he return the movie? shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/113_1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/113_1394.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, for our anniversary, he bought me flowers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/113_1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/113_1395.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I gave him the jar of cranes that I folded for him. and with my sillyness combination, there of course, was a trick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Friday:&lt;/font&gt; he picked me up from work again and took me to Regent in chinatown to pick up my glasses. it was going to take them like half an hour, so we went for a little walk around chinatown. good stuff. so we got them, and then headed over to the restaurant for Gail's birthday. so Ric's Grill was apparently quite expensive too. Mike paid, and it came to about the same as what I paid yesterday, but we also had 2 drinks on our tab as well. so it if we didn't have the drinks, it would have been roughly $10 cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after dinner, we went back to his place so he could get packing. I never realize how heavy of a packer I am, until I started pulling clothes I thought he'd need, and he said he wouldn't need that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we just chilled. I guess I didn't want to go home..&lt;br /&gt;clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because now he's gone for 3 weeks. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115177723177187281?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115177723177187281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115177723177187281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115177723177187281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115177723177187281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-mike-is-gone-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-115145541208298401</id><published>2006-06-27T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:13.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so Friday was Ellis' birthday party. that was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;hrm, what even happened? I can hardly remember. well, Mike picked me up after work and we went back to his place. we went to dinner with his parents, but we just went out for pho anyways, at this place right behind wem called La Pagode. apparently my uncle's sister owns that place, and it's currently being fixed up.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to Edmonton Centre to do a bit of shopping. Mike got another pair of shorts, good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Ellis' birthday dinner. I didn't expect that there would be so many freaking people. there was Josh and his wife Kim, Susan and her husband, Theresa and Don, Justin was there... Joey was ther etoo. who else do I know.. oh, Jia. apparently Vanessa was there too, but I totally didn't even see her. she told me afterwards that she was screaming my name but I couldn't hear her. haha, sorry Ness, I was too busy with Ellis and &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;my tequila shots ^_~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/159881738.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/159881738.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyways, the night was fun. Miranda again, talked about her fat, and it made Mike so uncomfortable that he put his face down and ate faster than I ever realized he could. hahahaha, Michelle you probably remember. when you guys handed him the plate of popcorn shrimp, and the next time we looked up he was DONE! yea... Miranda made him quite uncomfortable then. but I guess Miranda does that to people who don't know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Saturday and Sunday were quite uneventful. so much so that I can't even really remember what happened anymore. I'm pretty sure I met up with some people and did some things, but I can't quite remember. but Saturday I worked, and gave my notice.. which I'll mention again later. Sunday was another boring day filled with the terrible noises of piano-coming-from-the-incompetent-cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, nothing really happened. another boring day at work. I finished up my little project and it's all ready for Thursday now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, today, nothing much happening. it was determination day today though. Corrine said she would call Jacquie and discuss giving me a raise. and she called back today to tell me what happened. so Jacquie said they couldn't give me the raise I wanted, which is fine (always bargain higher).. but they could give me 60% of what I wanted. which is fare, that's pretty darn good, considering I asked for quite a big raise. I got offered more than what I expected though, which is an even bigger plus. clearly it's not what I would want to be getting paid, but it's a lot better than the alternative - not being paid at all because I've quit.&lt;br /&gt;so that's that. I'm staying at bluenotes. with slightly better pay, but that's alright. I'm working Saturday and I have an on call on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good stuff, that's my update for this week. considering I hardly update now, they've turned into weekly CHORES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-115145541208298401?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115145541208298401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=115145541208298401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115145541208298401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/115145541208298401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-friday-was-ellis-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114982692492199989</id><published>2006-06-08T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:13.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was my brother's convocation.&lt;br /&gt;fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of pictures for him, fixed his grad gown sash a lot, took more pictures, fixed his friend's grad gown sashes, took even more pictures, and sat/stood around waiting for him. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went to the rest of the mock hearing downtown. that was boring, I nearly fell asleep 5 minutes into Darin's monotone spiel. good thing the meeting ended 2 hours early. Mike came to get me and we went home. he fell asleep on the couch, poor him, he's tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went out for dinner at Century Grill. my parents made stupid jokes again, good stuff. then we went home, watched another episode of Full House, watched some 70s show, and Mike went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt called, and I told her my payroll problem that had come up. we talked a bit, she told me that they're thinking of Michelle as a summer student, but I don't know if Michelle is up for it though. she already has 2 jobs, but I didn't tell my aunt that, in case she changes her mind on Michelle. so when mom's off the phone with my aunt, I have to call Mich.&lt;br /&gt;or if you happen to read this before I call, call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114982692492199989?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114982692492199989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114982692492199989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114982692492199989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114982692492199989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-today-was-my-brothers-convocation.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114945652076155096</id><published>2006-06-04T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:12.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yesterday I went grocery shopping with mom. that was interesting, mostly I just bought all the things I need to bake all the things I want to bake for like, the next year. =_=&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping too. bought a cute top that looks like a corset but without the extremely hard I-can't-breathe-in-this bodice, some dress pants, an anklet and a really small umbrella that I can tuck into my bag easily.&lt;br /&gt;we bbq-ed last night too. first bbq of the year yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/thebreakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/320/thebreakup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to see a movie: Michelle, Mike and me. we watched the break up. and the ending was the worst ending ever. Michelle and me were all upset about it! hahaha, cus it didn't end the way Hollywood movies are supposed to! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was still a good movie. they made Jennifer Aniston look really tall in the movie, but I guess they have to because Vince Vaughn is ridiculously tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/thebreakup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/320/thebreakup2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole movie was really cute, and Jennifer Aniston is a good actress. =) fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, I've been craving ice cream all day so we stopped by to see if Marble Slab was still open, but apparently they had just closed for the night. so instead, Mike drove to the convenient store by my house and we just picked up some ice cream there. drumstick for me and reese's for him.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the deck in my backyard for a whole 2 minutes before I got 5 mosquito bites. holy hell, I was SO out of there. Mike didn't get bit at ALL though! GRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I had to wash up and put insect bite cream on them. my mom had made green bean soup too, so we had that too. I was so full but cus I was so tired, I went straight to bed after Mike left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning to go to work. frick, I hate working there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114945652076155096?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114945652076155096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114945652076155096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114945652076155096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114945652076155096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-yesterday-i-went-grocery-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114894132713522787</id><published>2006-05-29T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:12.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weekend was a bit crazy. on Saturday, Mike Cody Paul Pat Greg Jeremy and me went to see X3... wahhh so good! my brother told me to stay till after the credits because there was soething to watch after it. Mike told me it was a ministory sort of things, but it turned out to be like a 2 second scene! hahaha, what bs. cus the credits were qutie longgggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after that we went back to Mike's house and chilled for a bit before we had to leave to go to Andrew's grad dinner thing with the rest of the family. that was fun stuff. Ethan is SO CUTE. he was sitting in his booster chair next to his mom just staring and talking to everyone. at one point, he was taking to Brian about digimon and he went on for... quite a while about it. I don't think anyone was really paying attention to what he was saying, but just watching him - he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;and Mike's youngest cousin Kyle, is like 3 months. he's adorable and he can stare at you for quite some time even though you're a distance away from him. when he smiles he kicks his feet and giggles haha ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after the dinner we went back to my house and finished watching the game. good stuff, we won the series in 5 so it was probably psycho crazy on whyte, as some of my friends have attested to.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy called us and wanted to know what we were doing. poor guy, he talked to us for more than half an hour trying to convince us to go out cus he was SO BORED. but I couldn't go out cus it was late, and Mike was really tired too so I didn't want him going out too late. so we hung up and Mike went home. and the second I walked back into the house, I heard the phone ringing, and I think you can all guess who it was on the other end. hahahah poor Jeremy. so I talked to him for like another 45 minutes even though I was tired as hell, just because I felt bad if I was to cut him off and say "I'm going to sleep. goodnight.".&lt;br /&gt;so I went to sleep, Jeremy didn't call Mike again, I don't know what else happened that night. Mike didn't go to whyte though, so John was apparently pissed that he wasn't there. he caled him at 230 in the morning. drunk, of course. I wouldn't expect any less from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I called Mike the next morning. he was gonna go to Paul's to do some computer things, and I spent the day chillaxing at home. Jeremy called Mike a few times though, hahaha zOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked cookies last night, there was like 120 of them that I made and HOLY COW it took a while to finish. but I brought half of them to work today and left them unattended on the kitchen counter at 8am. at 930, I go to see if I can steal a cookie, only to find that there is one cookie left in my container. HOLY SAVAGE! ahahah that's hilarious. no one knows I made them though, cus I didn't leave a note or anything. everyone probably thinks Karen made it, cus she also made some dessert thing in a casserole dish, and I just put my cookies next to her dish.&lt;br /&gt;crazy people at work, that's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't have to work tonight, which means I brought clothes for nothing. maybe I'll change into it later because it looks quite cold outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114894132713522787?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114894132713522787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114894132713522787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114894132713522787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114894132713522787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-was-bit-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114884762802263768</id><published>2006-05-28T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:12.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;1.&lt;/font&gt; Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;2.&lt;/font&gt; Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;3.&lt;/font&gt; Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;4.&lt;/font&gt; When you say, "I love you", mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;5.&lt;/font&gt; When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;6.&lt;/font&gt; Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;7.&lt;/font&gt; Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;8.&lt;/font&gt; Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;9.&lt;/font&gt; Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;10.&lt;/font&gt; In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;11.&lt;/font&gt; Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;12.&lt;/font&gt; Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;13.&lt;/font&gt; When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;14.&lt;/font&gt; Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;15.&lt;/font&gt; Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;16.&lt;/font&gt; When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;17.&lt;/font&gt; Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;18.&lt;/font&gt; Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;19.&lt;/font&gt; When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;20.&lt;/font&gt; Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;21.&lt;/font&gt; Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114884762802263768?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114884762802263768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114884762802263768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114884762802263768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114884762802263768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114868746399610785</id><published>2006-05-26T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:11.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/MikeMe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/MikeMe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/MikeMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/MikeMe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee... the grad was fun.&lt;br /&gt;when the grads had their promenade, we were looking for Andrew to see if he was walking with a girl. &lt;font color="red"&gt;he was. =)&lt;/font&gt; some girl named Janice. not like I'd know, but apparently his mom did.&lt;br /&gt;one of Mike's grandparents couldn't come cus her hip was acting up, so we had an empty seat at our table and a full extra meal. not like I could even finish mine. the guys split the extra one. it was tossed greens, chicken parmesan, and the two desserts were coffee cake or chocolate cake. both extremely rich. none of us finished the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after that was random toasts to parents, teachers, and a video or the grad's favourite memories in Shep. good stuff. then they had their dance, in which they placed crappy undanceable-to music.&lt;br /&gt;since we couldn't dance to the music, we left. went back to Mike's for less than an hour, just to chill. relaxing cus I was sleepy. then I went home and had to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/MikeMe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/MikeMe3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my day's been shitty. I can hardly talk, it's not getting any better. I still have a dry unproductive cough, I can't seem to get the frog out of my throat. I took a shorter lunch break so I could go home earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can't go to Dan's birthday at o'byrnes cus I'm so dead sick that even IF I DID go, I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, I saw a mom grab her daughter by the throat and push her against the seat on the bus and made her daughter cry even more. what the fuck is wrong with people these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/AlbertEinstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/AlbertEinstein.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114868746399610785?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114868746399610785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114868746399610785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114868746399610785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114868746399610785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/wheeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114835205012478491</id><published>2006-05-22T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:11.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we went to Victoria Park today... we being Heather, Jeremy I, Paul, Mike K, Sakina, and then everyone else who is somehow intertwined in this crazy group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun stuff, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first this morning, I went shopping with mom. I got my lovely board shorts and a cute top from Sportchek, then I got another sundress and picked up a top for my mom as well. then we went home and got everything ready to go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy couldn't find it. hahaha... good stuff. but for some reason, he didn't even bother to call anyone to TELL us he couldn't find it. not until I called him, did we realize he was actually pretty much completely lost.&lt;br /&gt;we played a bit of soccer, frisbee, crochet, and something called botchi ball(?). that was fun stuff, apparently Heather and I are super botchi ball players, but we've never heard of the game in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, interspersed between that was a lot of Heather and me cooking hot dogs, and Heather and me roasting marshmallows. too bad we lacked graham crackers and chocolate squares. s'mores would have been SO good, even in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was the typical ass he always is. wouldn't stop tickling me, so I ended up rolling around in the grass trying to get him away from me. and Mike threw the soccer ball at me VERY many times. I, of course, got annoyed at this, and tried to get him back. since I have bad aim though, I ended up just slapping him hard.&lt;br /&gt;silly boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, and Mike came over for a bit. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114835205012478491?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114835205012478491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114835205012478491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114835205012478491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114835205012478491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-we-went-to-victoria-park-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114818155824650863</id><published>2006-05-20T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:10.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I ruined everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't forgive me, that's okay, I understand. but know that you mean more than anything to me and I would give anything to change what happened.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114818155824650863?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114818155824650863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114818155824650863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114818155824650863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114818155824650863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114782814204902136</id><published>2006-05-16T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:10.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work has been crazy! so I've met like a bazillion people in the office and it seems like everywhere I turn, there's STILL someone else I don't know. I have stopped caring to meet everyone, it's just too difficult to do that.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I've been getting a lot of stuff done. already done filing tanya's proposal binders, completely Melanie's hearing paperwork, and I'm going to start on making the hearing binders tomorrow. it's been crazy, and my feet hurt like a mother. I'm NEVER wearing nice shoes again, I'll just stick with my flip flops. I don't even care, people come to work in jeans and a tee, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114782814204902136?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114782814204902136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114782814204902136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114782814204902136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114782814204902136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/work-has-been-crazy-so-ive-met-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114764097367578039</id><published>2006-05-14T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:10.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's been a hectic few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I gave my shift away to Michelle and I had to get all my government stuff done. I went to get my criminal record check at the K division by Kingsway, then I had to go back down to Jasper to get my forms back to Avy. between that though, I went to the ETS Lost and Found to get my sunglasses back. thank goodness they were there, cus I really like those sunglasses. then I went home and Mike came over for a bit at night. we went out to whyte ave and walked for a bit. I was still looking for those beaded "curtains" to hand on my wall in my room. I need some that are wall mountable though, they're extremely difficult to find. then we came home and watched another Full House episode or two before he went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Friday:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;woke up and went to the doctor's. she told me to get a blood test so I went to get that done right after. hung around at home doing nothing for a bit, before I packed my bags and left the house. ran into Karen on the bus downtown. walked with her a bit until I realized my bus was there, so I left. got to wem and tried to find some capri pants, or cotton shorts. I found shorts, but no good capris. I don't get why they're so hard to find when EVERY PLACE sells them. I guess I AM extremely picky like Michelle says. but seriously, they're all too long. I'm not looking for flood pants, I'm looking for capri pants! anyways, Mike came to pick me up and we went back to his place so I could drop off the stuff I packed. he showered, and then we left to meet Mich at Joey's. fun stuff, Dustin is a nice guy. anyways, we were eating and half watching the game, since we could see the tvs in the lounge from out table. plus I think the entire restaurant heard when we scored, cus it got REALLY loud in there.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after that we headed across a little bit to the theatre. we went to see Poseidon, which really wasn't exactly what I expected. the movie wasn't too long which is good, cus I can't sit in extremely long movies, especially after watching the Inside Man. after that though, there wasn't much else to do. Jaden was keeping us updated on the game by sending text messages everytime there was a goal, so halfway through we found out we won 6-3. HURRAY OILERS! but we didn't go to whyte cus Mike didn't want to. so we went home. Mich and Dustin went home as well.&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much when we got back home anyways. I watched a few videos on Mike's computer and then we pretty much got ready for bed. couldn't sleep the almost whole night though =_=, which means day 2 of near sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; woke up the next morning at 720, woke Mike up. and basically drifted in and out until 10. we went to shower and then downstairs to see what was up with his parents, and where we were gonna go out to eat. so we went to Buddy Wonton - good stuff. went back to his place, then he drove me home. funny thing is, before we went downstairs to talk to his parents, my mom called me to tell me she saw Michelle at wem. basically, that would have exploded my entire plan, but good thing they didn't actually SEE her and HEAR her, so I just told them that it wasn't possible for them to have seen her because Michelle was sleeping right next to me. =_=&lt;br /&gt;anyways, later that night I went to work - 6-11. BRUTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; had to work at 8, which is ridiculous after working until 11 the night before. I was 25 minutes late for work, so I had to take a shorter break so I'm not docked the half an hour. got off at 2. and now here I am, tired as fucking hell, but not sleeping. have to go out for dinner today with the entire family for Mother's Day. damn you hallmark holidays. I'd MUCH rather be at home watching the game, rather than eating gross chinese food at gross chinese restaurants that I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I am so freaking sleep deprivedddddddddddd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/henrykissinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/henrykissinger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;No side will win the Battle of the Sexes. There's too much fraternizing with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Henry Kissinger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114764097367578039?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114764097367578039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114764097367578039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114764097367578039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114764097367578039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-its-been-hectic-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114731785629117749</id><published>2006-05-10T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:10.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HER DIARY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong he said nothing. I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say I love you too. When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV. He seemed distant and absent. Finally I decided to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later he came to bed and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else. I decided that I could not take it anymore and to confront him with the situation, but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HIS DIARY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Oilers lost. At least I got some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gotta love it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114731785629117749?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114731785629117749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114731785629117749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114731785629117749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114731785629117749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/her-diary-tuesday-night-i-thought-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114723212945276039</id><published>2006-05-09T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:10.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/nokia_n72.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/nokia_n72.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WANT THIS PHONE SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone buy it for meeeeee, hehe ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114723212945276039?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114723212945276039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114723212945276039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114723212945276039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114723212945276039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-i-want-this-phone-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114702388688202877</id><published>2006-05-07T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:10.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee so yesterday, I went to get my haircut. I'll post pictures of it later. it's really short though, as in I can't tie up my hair without most of it falling out of the elastic. -_- sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/hair.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/hair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/hair2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haircut pictures! =) hahah I look like an idiot in the second picture! =_=&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after that I went shopping with Mike at WEM. didn't really do much shopping though, I bought another tank from jacob connexion. seriously, I own WAY too many tanks. I was supposed to go shopping for capris and shorts, but because hollister had a ridiculously long lineup at their change rooms, we left. I'm not going to wait for 20 minutes to get a change room to find that I don't want to buy the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went home for dinner. mmmmmmmm chicken =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went out to see Mike's friends. we went to Julio's, and at first we thought it was the one on Bourbon street, but apparently that one is gone. so Jeremy called someone... John? and then we found out it's the Julio's just north of wem. so we went there. Mike's friend Cory is a bartender there and he said he had a $100 bartab that we could use up, so all the guys headed to Julio's. there was... Cody, Nathan, Derrick, Rob, John, Jeremy. then after, Miranda and Jake showed up. lots of people, who I will probably not remember again after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of gross. the guys ordered something called a bulldog, which is 2oz of tequila and a baby corona inverted into the slush. but John ordered a... jugdog? or something. well, it was just the bulldog thing in a regular sized pitcher. so it was like 6-7oz of tequila and a really big corona. hahaha, Cory said something about how it was like a $30 drink in itself. hahaha sick! I wish I had brought a camera or something, because that picture would be worth so much later on. hahaha, near the end, he tried to drink it all really fast, and you see him get this really sick look on his face, and he slowly gets up and heads to the bathroom. hahahhaah =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this, we went across the street to earl's cus apparently there were some more friends who were there drinking as well. there was.. Matt, Brandon, his 2 sisters, his girlfriend, another girl that Mike didn't know and the server was his friend Shawn. so.. basically a lot of friends. and probably more people who I will forget again. apparently some asian people kept calling this guy's cell (see, I forget who it is already!). and he said she was speaking chinese, so I took the phone and tried to talk to her. I said "hello" and then I was gonna proceed with chinese, but she hung up on me and I was like "wtf!" ahahaa. it was pretty funny cus John had called a number back, and some asian guys answered the phone. he responded with "this is the Pope. it's Pope Benedict XVI calling. it's about all the sins you've been committing" hahaha omg it was hilarious! I guess drunk people are more humourous than I was lead to believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, they were an interesting bunch of people.. mostly definitely not the type of people who I would be hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;and that was my crazy ass night. hahaha, I went to bed right after I got home I was so tired. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114702388688202877?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114702388688202877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114702388688202877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114702388688202877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114702388688202877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-will-wheeeee-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114662953716506181</id><published>2006-05-02T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:10.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's about &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;cuddling in bed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;It's about ten fingers locked. Sometimes twenty.&lt;br /&gt;It's about the &lt;font size=5&gt;goosebumps&lt;/font&gt; you get when he &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;caresses your bare skin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;font size=4&gt;dozens of phone calls a day,&lt;/font&gt; to say good morning, goodnight, and just to talk.&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;comfortable silence.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;font size=4&gt;WANTING&lt;/font&gt; to meet his friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;apologizing when you're wrong,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and learning from it.&lt;br /&gt;It's about understanding you'll never understand him, because &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;he's male and you are not.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;freedom,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; not possession. It's about &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;trust.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It's about &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;pain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It's about &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;heartache.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It's about &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It's about &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;tears.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It's about &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;sacrifice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It's about &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;you &amp; him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114662953716506181?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114662953716506181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114662953716506181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114662953716506181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114662953716506181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-about-cuddling-in-bed-for-hours-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114652430563138455</id><published>2006-05-01T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:09.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. I haven't been on the computer long enough to type a blog entry in like, a week.&lt;br /&gt;and I just got interrupted by another phone call... great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the last week has been great, just lazing around doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Mike finished his exam, so we chilled at his house for like 5 hours, went for wings at Brewsters and then went home. I met his friends Cody and Heather. they're kind of.... whack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I can't remember what I did. I was supposed to go out with Michelle, but she couldn't cus she had to bring her car into the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/browntank.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/browntank.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday, I got called in to work. couldn't find Mike for like 5 hours. was mad at that because I was worried as hell.&lt;br /&gt;I bought this tank from ae as well. then I wore it Saturday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to work then went out for dinner with Mike. we went to Milestones and then Marble Slab. I couldn't finish my ice cream, it was so freaking huge. OMG. it's like $7 for each ice cream. hahaa, hella expensive, and not really hella super good like everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, lazy day. went to work early in the morning then went shopping with mom. bought 2 tanks and a skirt. I read 1/3 of The Da Vinci Code. then I couldn't exactly easily fall asleep after that... note to self: don't read murder mysteries right before bed. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, today, lazy day. I baked muffins and nearly burned the chicken I stuck in the oven. good thing Mike has a good nose and could smell it, to remind me it was still in the oven. OMG I shouldn't be allowed to use the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/oscarwilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/oscarwilde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;Men always want to be a woman's first love; women have a more subtle instinct: what they like is to be a man's last romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114652430563138455?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114652430563138455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114652430563138455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114652430563138455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114652430563138455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114600594887307052</id><published>2006-04-25T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:09.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D =D =D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;I went shopping today.&lt;/font&gt; it was stupid cus I didn't even buy anything. I started at work, and there wasn't really anything nice. the capris were really cute, but they were tight in the crotch area and my ass was really defined in them, so I didn't want to get them in case I happened to gain even more freaking weight and the pants split down the seams. went to smart set, and didn't like anything there. the capris were really long for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;then I went to la senza. I found the mesh slip and the split baby doll that I saw online, and I went to try them on. the babydoll was SO cute and I wanted to get it so badly, but where would I wear it? WHY would I wear it? I only sleep in my room by myself, so it's kind of stupid, but it was &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;REALLY REALLY NICE!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I think I might go back and buy the mesh slip though. it was really soft and cute and fit so nicely. =)&lt;br /&gt;after that, I went to ae. I found a really cute top that I liked, but the girl at the till was a &lt;font color="blue"&gt;stupid idiot.&lt;/font&gt; there was a lady in front of me who wanted to return some things she bought for her husband because they were too small. so the girl didn't understand how the receipt came up, so she spent a good 5 minutes explaining to the lady what was going on and EXACTLY down to the very last detail, how she was going to refund her money. &lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HOLY FREAKING HELL!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; so I threw my tank onto the counter and left, because there is no freaking way that I was going to WAIT for her to finish with her. that was complete bullshit. I'm going shopping with Michelle on Thursday anyways, so I'll just pick it up then. it's not like I'm in a hurry to buy them, it's just a stupid tank. and I'll probably change my mind on it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;something is seriously wrong with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I walked around the mall for a good 2 hours or so and I didn't buy ANYTHING! that NEVER HAPPENS! seriously, something is wrong. I tried on so much clothes, so many shorts and skirts and tanks and I didn't want to buy ANY of it. there's something wrong here.... literally, I'm not kidding... =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I DID get my popcorn chicken and the &lt;font color="blue"&gt;to-die-for-I-haven't-had-you-in-like-3-months Mocha Frappuccino! &lt;font size=3&gt;YUMMAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; OMG and the people at starbucks were so nice as well. they were all happy for me to be done finals so she made my frap so nicely! she put my initials on it with the chocolate sauce, hahah she's so sweet! and the guy was agreeing with me about how good it is to be done finals YAY! hahahaah awesome. people are so nice when you're nice. LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, I talked to Susan today too. we were discussing our asian childhoods and we kept saying the EXACT same thing at the &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;EXACT same time!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; hahaha like about how we used to get hit with bamboo sticks, and how white people were afraid of wooden spoons (pfft!). then Miranda even came in and said "I used to get hit with a wooden spoon" and we told her she shouldn't complain about that, cus bamboo gives you welts. there was something else as well... that we both said at the same time... I forget, but it was really funny, because we're the &lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;typical asian children&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; who had to deal with all the typical asian things. and I was saying how it's stupid because Mike doesn't know any of this. he never got hit as a child - much less hit with a bamboo stick, never was yelled at, disciplined or anything like how Susan and I were. OMG CRAZYNESS. hahaha, just a stupidly random discussion about how different some people raise their kids. and of course the &lt;font size=4&gt;caucasians with their wooden spoons&lt;/font&gt; (no racial discrimination intended). hahaha so typical. =_= -sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114600594887307052?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114600594887307052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114600594887307052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114600594887307052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114600594887307052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-done-im-done-im-done-d-d-d-omg-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114573044149998498</id><published>2006-04-22T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:09.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, yesterday was such a writeoff.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8ish cus I was pretty much fully awake by then. so I showered and randomly wandered my house for a little while. I went downstairs to read, but got tired again so I went back to bed. and I stayed there till like past 12. Jeremy called twice to bother us, and I had 3 phone calls in a row, on my home phone... creepy. hahaaha, shits.&lt;br /&gt;then we went upstairs to eat. we watched wedding crashers yesterday. I didn't realize that my brother had burned a dvd of it, but Mike showed me, so we watched it. then Mike went home.&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the rest of the day was pretty much nothing else. I made dinner, I ate dinner, I watched the entire 4 HOUR LONG hockey game, and we FREAKING LOST. which sucks ass cus Roloson was so good yesterday. 54 saves! =) then I realized I had forgotten to shut my computer down, and it was idling for a good 5 hours. so I went back on my computer and randomly talked to a few people and listened to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to start studying for immunology, but Mike called again and that was the end of my night. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG MUST WORK TODAY. TO MAKE UP FOR YESTERDAY'S SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/ElbertHubbard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/ElbertHubbard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;The line between failure and success is so fine that we scarcely know when we pass it; so fine that we are often on the line and do not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elbert Hubbard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114573044149998498?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114573044149998498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114573044149998498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114573044149998498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114573044149998498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha-yesterday-was-such-writeoff.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114558451063946208</id><published>2006-04-20T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:09.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/DaleCarnegie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/DaleCarnegie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dale Carnegie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, THIS sure speaks volumes...&lt;br /&gt;Let's seee.. what do I have? probably 4 failing grades now. who I am? well, I guess a failure. where I am? &lt;font color="red"&gt;NO FREAKING IDEA!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am I happy or unhappy? well, in relation to school, I'm not VERY UNHAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;and all I've been thinking about lately has been school. either studying for it, freaking out about the 4 finals that I wrote in the ~30 hours, or freaking out about school in general and how stupid I've finally realized I am, in comparison with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure gives new meaning to ripping yourself a new one. these past 4 exams have been so brutal I can actually feel the pain in my ass. ffs. I can't believe I just wrote 4 finals in 2 days. that has to be the most brutal 48 hours of my life. it's probably worse than childbirth, it was that unbearable. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114558451063946208?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114558451063946208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114558451063946208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114558451063946208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114558451063946208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-isnt-what-you-have-or-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114507581965276964</id><published>2006-04-14T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:09.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;heart broken probably more than once&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and it's harder every time. You will break hearts too, so &lt;font size=3&gt;remember how it felt when yours was broken.&lt;/font&gt; You will &lt;font size=4&gt;fight&lt;/font&gt; with your best friend. You will &lt;font size=4&gt;blame&lt;/font&gt; a new love for things an old one did. You will &lt;font size=4&gt;cry&lt;/font&gt; because time is passing too fast, and you will eventually &lt;font size=4&gt;lose&lt;/font&gt; someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;love like you have never been hurt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you will never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114507581965276964?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114507581965276964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114507581965276964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114507581965276964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114507581965276964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-we-grow-up-we-learn-that-even-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114462273603449592</id><published>2006-04-09T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:09.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yesterday I was nearly &lt;font color="red"&gt;hit by a car...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this car stopped at the intersection, so I crossed the road.. but apparently she's retarded and doesn't pay attention, because she turned and missed me by &lt;font size=4&gt;2 feet.&lt;/font&gt; wow, she's smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I went to the hospital yesterday to see my grandma. she seems fine. spent like 1.5 hours there because I was waiting for other people to get there before I left. then I went to study at Rutherford, and did so until just after 5.&lt;br /&gt;Mike and me went to OPM to eat. &lt;font size=3&gt;HOLY COW there are so many kids there.&lt;/font&gt; Michelle says it's not a family restaurant, but literally 3 of the tables around us had kids, and there were a few other ones around and about that had kids too. apparently Sarah works there now, she quit Esprit because "retail isn't for her"... hahaha, that girl. she's changed jobs so many times now since I first met her last year. crazyness, but it was good seeing her again. she lightened and straightened her hair, it looks good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/FullHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/FullHouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so after that we went home, and tried to study... that didn't work out too well, I was so studied out from studying all day long. we watched the first half hour or so of Full House. haha another 15+ hours to go, good stuff =) &lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;my favourite korean series.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; but I was getting really tired, so Mike went home and I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, I woke up early to help my mom fix everything up for going to the cemetery. everyone got to our house at like 1130ish. when we finished up everything at the memorial gardens, it rained really hard. good thing we finished when we did and not like a minute later, cus it was &lt;font color="blue"&gt;POURING.&lt;/font&gt; it was raining really hard by the time we were packing up, so I just sat in the car and waited for my uncles to get everything packed up so we could go home. they came back for lunch then headed out to see my grandma at the hospital. my cousins stayed at my house so I had to watch them, but I didn't really, even. I let him go on my computer, and I just stayed on the main floor on the phone. it was like, a good hour and a half before anyone even came home anyways. my grandma still has to stay another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite good though. I haven't really done much studying though, but I had a good talk today on the phone. I'll get the studying done tonight. I can't watch the game cus Mike says it's on sportsnet, so I'll do studying tonight. my brother isn't home either, so it means it'll be pretty quiet around here. good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/friedrichnietzsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/friedrichnietzsche.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114462273603449592?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114462273603449592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114462273603449592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114462273603449592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114462273603449592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-yesterday-i-was-nearly-hit-by-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114446830280916945</id><published>2006-04-07T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:08.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my knees hurt. they're probably gonna scab up, since I was kneeling so much today. =_= they're so &lt;font color="red"&gt;red!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my grandma is supposedly fine. my parents went to see her, for like 3 hours.. and left me to clean the house... &lt;font size=3&gt;oh. my. god.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, but I did a good job. =) I did all the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed part of the basement... until I figured out that the vacuum bag was full, and I got too lazy to pull out the bigger vacuum with the hose connections throughout the house.. cus that one takes a while to get all fixed up, and just to vacuum this small portion of the basement? pfft, no way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else... I watched the game.. and I saw the &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;STUPID REFS &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;disallow the goal from Pisani. which was OBVIOUSLY a goal... what bs. but I guess it doesn't matter, since we scored like right after..&lt;br /&gt;YAY for being tied for 6th with Colorado. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I told my mom that I was going out to eat tomorrow and she said I'm not allowed to. what gaysauce! and I know that my aunt will be in town starting tomorrow, but does that mean I have to cancel all my plans, even when I don't have plans with HER? =( I'm still going, I don't care... or.. at least I won't be home till later. I'm already going to the hospital first thing in the morning so I can bring something for my grandma to eat. and I have to sit there with her and make sure she's okay.. so I think I should be allowed to go out. who cares... not like we're going to eat with my aunt, so it's retarded that I'm not allowed to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/marktwain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/marktwain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114446830280916945?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114446830280916945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114446830280916945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114446830280916945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114446830280916945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-knees-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114437485595987823</id><published>2006-04-06T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:08.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/wentworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/wentworth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;OMG Michelle, Wentworth Miller is SOOOO hot! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes he looks funny though... there are hotter guys.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went to Dr. Frost this morning to get my biol 391 form signed. she let me into it, saying that there would probably be enough room for me to be allowed in. so I went downstairs to the 3rd floor office and the lady there told me she would NOT register me in it... why? I have &lt;font size=4&gt;NO FREAKING IDEA.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did what she told me and I got my form signed. so I come back and she tells me she's not going to put me in the class? like, I understand that there are other people who require the class, but still, I got my stupid form signed exactly like she told me to, can't she put me in the stupid class? absolutely &lt;font size=3&gt;redonkulous&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114437485595987823?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114437485595987823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114437485595987823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114437485595987823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114437485595987823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/omg-michelle-wentworth-miller-is-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114429255828936539</id><published>2006-04-05T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:08.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*phew* so yesterday my webspace miraculously just appeared there again. unharmed, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;so all my uploads were there, but just as a precaution I deleted all my music that I had uploaded on there... JUST in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much happened today. I woke up later than usual but still had ample time to get ready to get to school. it's just I had to take the later bus with the weird chinese guy that always stares at me... good thing he wasn't on the bus this morning. =) he's CREEPY!&lt;br /&gt;class was boring, as usual. didn't feel like going to any of them, but I had to. even MUSIC was boring today.. that like NEVER happens! I always think music is the best class, but today I just didn't want to listen. =_= plus, john made a mistake today and played a part of the Debussy piece that he said was in octatonic scale... but it wasn't... it clearly wasn't.. but I didn't want to say anything. it's not like he'll test us on what it sounds like anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomly spent my afternoon doing nothing again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home and ate dinner. we don't have the car yet because everyone in my house is SO EXTREMELY PICKY. so apparently the car still has a bunch of scratches on it because they didn't fix it good today. which means we have to go back yet AGAIN tomorrow to pick it up, and it better freaking be done by then because I'm the only one who hasn't seen the car yet. I'm kind of getting antsy, I wanna see this purchase my brother made. and I want him to drive me around in his car too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my grandma is scheduled for surgery 2 days from today. I told my parents I'd be at school all day, so they said that I have to take at least 45 minutes or so out of my study schedule to go visit her in the hospital, since I'm at school as it is. which is going to suck, cus I'm going to have to interrupt my studying to walk down to the university hospital and see her. I won't have anything to say to her because I never had anything to say to her in the first place. I hope she doesn't have to stay overnight in the hospital, so I can just visit her at home, instead of going to the hospital. I'd rather not go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114429255828936539?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114429255828936539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114429255828936539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114429255828936539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114429255828936539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/phew-so-yesterday-my-webspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114420124873280663</id><published>2006-04-04T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:08.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;OMG AAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY WEBSERVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;SON OF A *****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I lost everything hosted on it! OMG FAAAAAACKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE TELL ME IF THIS LINK WORKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ualberta.ca/~sbach/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ualberta.ca/~sbach/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *faints*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAAAAAACKKKKKKK! today is such a bad day! the stupid GRE will cost me at least $150.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS they have a specific subject test gears to molecular biology. BUT, it lumps cell biology, molecular biology AND biochemistry together in ONE exam. which means in order to pass this stupid GRE next year I have to master cel biology, biochem, AND my stupid major!&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!! I'm so dead for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;WHY IS SCHOOL SO MEAN TO ME?!?!? =(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate exams. and in order to get into a stupid graduate program I have to take yet ANOTHER test to prove that I'm not really a stupid idiot who fluked through undergrad, but that i'm actually competent enough to enter grad school. WHY?!?!? why would someone randomly just WANT to enter grad school? OBVIOUSLY I WANT to because I'm willing to randomly throw away 80,000 a YEAR just to do stupid schooling!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;AHHHHHHHH SO ANGRY!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I need to take a stupid test to prove that I'm smart?!?! shouldn't my undergrad degree PROVE that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114420124873280663?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114420124873280663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114420124873280663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114420124873280663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114420124873280663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/omg-aaaaahh-i-lost-my-webserver-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114411554392642424</id><published>2006-04-03T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:08.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAH MICHELLE are you serious?! OMG that's so gross. smelly people are gross! =_=&lt;br /&gt;poor you.. next time I'll go to your class early and get you a seat so you don't sit by gross people. hahaha =P ooooooooooh you're silly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I had a good day today. except that I hardly got any sleep last night. and I don't even know why.. it's just that I went to sleep last night at midnight, but I couldn't sleep until like 130-2am. then I randomly woke up at 5am again, and couldn't really fall back asleep after that. crummy... it's all daylight savings time's fault, seriously. it's messing up my time schedule, and my sleeping habit that i'm trying REALLY HARD to get back in to.&lt;br /&gt;heh, but I spent a good 2 hours this afternoon "sleeping" anyways, so it's all good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm doing homework. haha, seriously, it's the first time in like 2 weeks that I've actually been able to concentrate at home. but it won't last long, since my aunt will be here in like 5 days... -sigh- the madness never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a peaceful house... a BIG house.. preferably with a soundproof room that I could barricade myself in.. and do all the studying I need to. ahhhhhhh, that would be good........... =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114411554392642424?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114411554392642424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114411554392642424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114411554392642424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114411554392642424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahahah-michelle-are-you-serious-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114403785865372854</id><published>2006-04-02T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:08.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I love scones.&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHA I can't get enough of them!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AH! gonna be fat!! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, my aunt from Toronto called us today. I couldn't even recognize her voice on the phone. Her plane is landing at 930am Saturday. Which means we have to go get her. Which means I'll probably be bussing to school since everyone will go get her. She'll probably be at my house, which means my house is not a good place to be for the week she's around. Not anything against her. It's just she's the typical asian. She's louder than my younger aunt (duh, she's older), and just typical asian chatter and cooking will get loud enough to make me explode.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go for the next week to get some quiet study. I certainly don't want to live at school. That's gross, smelly, and costly for food...&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I don't know. Why does my grandma need surgery THIS week... why couldn't she have gotten it last month, or better yet in May? When I won't really be around because I'll be too busy either working 2 jobs, or working one job and looking for another. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note though, &lt;font color="red"&gt;happy birthday Jeff! you old fogey! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114403785865372854?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114403785865372854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114403785865372854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114403785865372854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114403785865372854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/omg-i-love-scones.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114395082965995285</id><published>2006-04-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I bought another tank. Gosh, I have so many.. it's kind of gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/aetank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/aetank.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, worked today. That was boring and my feet hurt. I wore the new shoes that I bought yesterday and OMG after standing around running and going everywhere around the store, my feet ended up hurting quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out for dinner with my parents. My mom and I both didn't want to go home and cook dinner, so we just went out to eat. We would have to wait like 45 minutes to get a table at Joey's, so we went to Boston Pizza instead. Ordered my typical chicken entree, and this time i tried a raspberry bellini. It's not very good... the drink obviously wasn't mixed because ALL the alcohol was sitting at the bottom when I took the first sip. OMG huge rush of rum.. gross. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till next week. I get to try out OPM with Mike. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I went to see the inside man with Michelle yesterday. OMG I've never sat so close up in a movie before, my back and neck started hurting and we shifted around in our seats a lot. hahaaha, it was actually sold out, so Michelle bought a ticket for v for vendetta, which was in the theatre next door, and we went in to the inside man. hAahaha good times. The movie was okay. I knew it wasn't as good as the reviews had said, but since Michelle wanted to see it, I went anyways. Not like it was bad, just way too long. OMG never sitting that close EVER AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114395082965995285?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114395082965995285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114395082965995285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114395082965995285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114395082965995285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-bought-another-tank.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114368427828990089</id><published>2006-03-29T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;Today is Day One.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new journey. We'll see what this one has in store for me. Hopefully something happy. Happy endings are nice. Ironic, because I don't like endings.&lt;br /&gt;We'll take it day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/bluerose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/bluerose2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Thank you for the rose.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;=)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114368427828990089?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114368427828990089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114368427828990089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114368427828990089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114368427828990089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-day-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114359767927499557</id><published>2006-03-28T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHITS! i found my bus pass!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG it's almost the end of the month! but it means i found my one card too. but that's so stupid because i already got a new one card! zOMG LIFE SUCKS!!!!!!! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stupid, i knew that i dropped it somewhere outside my house, but it was the 10th, and it snowed heavily that night. by the time it was the next morning, i realized i couldn't find it and it had snowed so much i wouldn't have been able to find it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;but yah, i did. and it was exactly where i assumed i had dropped it. on the road between me and my neighbour's house. i KNEW it would be there, but there was like 2-3 freaking feet of snow, it would have been impossible to find it. good thing the snow melted. but that's so freaking stupid. i already spent so much on bus tickets this month, and the stupid one card that i had to go get again. FRICK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114359767927499557?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114359767927499557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114359767927499557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114359767927499557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114359767927499557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/shits-i-found-my-bus-pass-omfg-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114343734064376300</id><published>2006-03-26T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Ways To Make a Girl Smile</title><content type='html'>1. If you like her... tell her.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold her hand whenever you can (she loves that).&lt;br /&gt;3. Kiss her on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave her voice messages to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;5. Always tell her shes the only girl you wanna be with.&lt;br /&gt;6. When she is upset tell her how much she means to you.&lt;br /&gt;7. Recognize the small things... they mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell her she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sing to her no matter how horrible your voice is.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;11. Write her notes (she loves them).&lt;br /&gt;12. Introduce her to friends as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;13. Play with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;14. Pick her up, tickle her and play-wrestle with her.&lt;br /&gt;15. Talk to her without having to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;16. Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, just tell her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell her when you miss her.&lt;br /&gt;18. Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;19. Open her car door.&lt;br /&gt;20. If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;21. Give her piggyback rides.&lt;br /&gt;22. Randomly tell her when you think she looks her best.&lt;br /&gt;23. Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;24. Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;25. Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants.&lt;br /&gt;26. Slow dance with her, even if there isn't any music playing.&lt;br /&gt;27. Dont ever ignore her, no matter who is around.&lt;br /&gt;28. Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;29. Tell her everything thats going on in your life. She wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;30. When you fall in love with her... Tell her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114343734064376300?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114343734064376300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114343734064376300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114343734064376300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114343734064376300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/30-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='30 Ways To Make a Girl Smile'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114342001359734416</id><published>2006-03-26T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/Picture%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/Picture%208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR SHOPPING! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my mom and my grandma to random shopping today. I bought the american eagle shorts and billabong skirt, in the picture above. Hahaha, it was quite funny, because my grandma liked me in them more than my mom. My mom thought the skirt was too short and didn't want me buying it, then my grandma says "no.. it looks good on her. Buy it Steph! =)". HAHAHA, my grandma is awesome. But at least my mom likes the shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/Picture%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/Picture%209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new bikini too! =) This one is really cute, it's O'Neill, and it's not baggy like my old swimsuit. That would be good, because I don't need a baggy swimsuit to expose myself while in the water. I tried on like 8 different bikinis today, omg! There was orange, yellow, white, black, blue (I bought that one), pink, and some patterned ones too. The girl in the fitting rooms even got dizzy from me going back and forth so much. I really wanted to get a black one, cus that would be the best option, black goes with everything, but I didn't like the one they had. Plus you needed like super huge boobies to wear them, which I don't have cus I'm asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, anyways, that was my eventful little shopping trip. But I'm so poor now! Gah, sorry Michelle, when we go shopping next, I won't be buying anything. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm super happy with what I bought today. I got socks too, cus I needed those, but I wasn't about to take a picture of my socks that I bought. teeheehee ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114342001359734416?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114342001359734416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114342001359734416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114342001359734416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114342001359734416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-for-shopping-i-went-with-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114334091864775366</id><published>2006-03-25T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS</title><content type='html'>I just want to say thanks to all my closest friends. I know most of you guys read this, which is why I'm posting this here. You all know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to say that even if it seemed as though I didn't want your advice. Even though it seemed like I wanted you to shutup and stop hassling me, I'm more than grateful that you did what you did. I can't express it in words.&lt;br /&gt;When you told me to stop being a pansy and move on with my life. When I was nearly slapped across the face and told to snap out of it (you know who you are! =_=), thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;When you all told me it wasn't worth what I was putting myself through, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;You helped me snap out of things, you helped me move on. You helped me get past things that I thought I never would have been able to. And I was able to do it because I had all of you guys. I had massive amounts of support, massive amounts of lecturing, and tonnes of advice given to me - advice that will last me more than this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks. From the bottom of my heart, truly, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114334091864775366?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114334091864775366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114334091864775366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114334091864775366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114334091864775366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/thanks.html' title='THANKS'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114325369853589040</id><published>2006-03-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt; life is great. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, call me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114325369853589040?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114325369853589040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114325369853589040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114325369853589040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114325369853589040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114317506747501943</id><published>2006-03-23T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG the genetics quiz today basically KILLED me! shiet! so worried now, it was hard! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a completely different note, day 5 of spending excessive amounts of time with you. sometimes talking, sometimes doing nothing, sometimes just studying.... "studying".. =)&lt;br /&gt;this morning was great, i didn't want to get out of bed. i wanted to lay there and talk to you the rest of the day, but of course i had to get up and shower and get to school. and you had to drive to school, and make sure you didn't get stuck while parking at his house. =P&lt;br /&gt;yet it's funny how even after jeremy leaves we still sit in the same spots and just talk. even without doing anything, i still feel close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for this morning. and calming me down last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114317506747501943?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114317506747501943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114317506747501943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114317506747501943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114317506747501943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-genetics-quiz-today-basically.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114291401545166891</id><published>2006-03-20T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're an inconsiderate fuck aren't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, you've known me for quite a while now, and you still can't get my personality down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FUCKING HATE IT, when you interfere in my personal life. unless i want to tell you, you will not hear anything from me. and just because i tell you small things every once in a while, does NOT mean you are my confidant. i don't tell you things, if you haven't noticed lately. what have you heard from me? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;have i TOLD you that i think mike's a cool guy? did i TELL you that i actually enjoy hanging out with him, unlike you? that's right, i don't like being around you, you piss me off so much i want to wring your neck. so stop being a fucking ass and harassing me for things i will NEVER tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether there are things going on, is totally none of your business. whether mike likes me, go ahead and fucking ask him. whether i like mike, is none of your business. i learned not to talk about myself to other people because no matter what, it gets out. with every ounce of me, i don't trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time you do something like this, i find myself having a harder and harder time dealing with you. you're so lucky i didn't punch you right in the face today when i was staring directly at you. you and your stupid expression on your face. bring it on? fuck you. do it again and you won't think you have such a pretty face anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meddle in my life one more time. i fucking dare you. ONE MORE TIME. and that'll be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114291401545166891?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114291401545166891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114291401545166891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114291401545166891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114291401545166891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/youre-inconsiderate-fuck-arent-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114273845126135691</id><published>2006-03-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:07.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;Last night was the best night I ever recall having.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for spending 7 hours straight with me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for not getting sick of me.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for letting me call you on my break today, and talking to me the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114273845126135691?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114273845126135691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114273845126135691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114273845126135691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114273845126135691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-was-best-night-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114247990380465328</id><published>2006-03-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:06.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm totally not an alcohol person.&lt;br /&gt;after the last (OMG YAY) midterm today, i went to sub to play some pool with matt. jeremy came down there as well to discuss the midterm, and then we ended up playing pool. he's pretty darn good. he hits really hard though, kind of scary. almost hit me with jumping balls a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went to powerplant after, with jeremy jeremy and mike. so i can't hold my liquor. but must you guys make fun of me for it? also keep in mind like however many pounds of me on an empty stomach, drinking vodka. i'm sorry i'm not alcoholics like you guys, but i may not be able to hold liquor well on an empty stomach at 430 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't go and say that i have to go to the bathroom cus i need to puke, or shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that at the age of 15, i wasn't getting shitfaced at parties. i'm sorry if you think it's funny that i get woozy after a drink. sorry that i don't spend all my spare money and time on getting hammered. sorry that i spend more time being a bookworm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114247990380465328?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114247990380465328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114247990380465328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114247990380465328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114247990380465328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-im-totally-not-alcohol-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114218181840036968</id><published>2006-03-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:06.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waking up at 8am on the weekends is refreshing. it's amazing how much you can get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my bus pass apparently. i can't find it anywhere. which means i lost everything else that was in the bus pass holder thing. including my one card, my wwjd card, and miscellaneous other things i can't remember. so screwed. i have to buy a new bus pass now? shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i got to school at like 930 945ish. studied a lot until 120ish. was sleepy and tired of waiting to get mike's call so i took a nap. mike calls at 130ish and wakes me up. he says he'll be here in 20 minutes. so i go to rutherford cus jeremy is there. don't do much studying there on after because mike and i talk a lot. jeremy is a bother sometimes as well. so since mike and i couldn't get anything done, we decided to just go home. it was like 445 then. hahaa, mike only came for 2.5 hours. and he couldn't even get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't LOOK hungover, but i'm sure he FELT hungover. poor guy, i told him to nap for a while at like quarter to 4, because he looked SO tired. so much that he could have just fallen over off his chair and napped on the floor, if it wasn't as noisy as it was in rutherford. poor guy, haahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home, ate dinner, did some of my micro lab report, then went to the concert. the concert was good. finally got to see john in action, after knowing him for several years now. i might go to a few more of his concerts. they're listed in the program booklet. they get to perform with ESO sometimes in a few months so i might hit up the box office for a ticket to that. sounds like it'll be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114218181840036968?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114218181840036968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114218181840036968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114218181840036968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114218181840036968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/waking-up-at-8am-on-weekends-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114214177333696683</id><published>2006-03-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:06.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;"If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;/font&gt; Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;/font&gt; Slower is better. &lt;font size=3&gt;Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then &lt;font size=4&gt;heck no, you can't "be friends".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=4&gt;A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;/font&gt; Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. &lt;font size=4&gt;Don't stay because you think "it will get better".&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=3&gt;You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;The only person you can &lt;font size=3&gt;control in a relationship is you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently? &lt;font size=3&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;Maintain &lt;font size=4&gt;boundaries&lt;/font&gt; in how a guy treats you.&lt;/font&gt; If something bothers you, &lt;font size=4&gt;speak up.&lt;/font&gt; Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;You cannot change a man's behavior.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Change comes from within. Don't &lt;font color="red"&gt;EVER&lt;/font&gt; make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less. &lt;font size=3&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;/font&gt; A man will only treat you the way you allow him to treat you. All men are NOT dogs. &lt;font size=4&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;Compromise is a &lt;font size=4&gt;two way street.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; You need time to heal between relationships. There is nothing cute about baggage. &lt;font size=4&gt;Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;/font&gt; You should never look for someone to complete you... a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals... &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;look for someone complimentary... not supplementary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Dating is fun... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Make him miss you sometimes&lt;/font&gt;... when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted. Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Keep him in your radar but get to know others. Share this with other women and men (just so they know)... You'll make someone &lt;font size=3&gt;smile&lt;/font&gt;, another &lt;font size=3&gt;rethink her/his choices&lt;/font&gt;, and another woman &lt;font size=3&gt;prepare&lt;/font&gt;, and a man &lt;font size=3&gt;aware&lt;/font&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;- Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i copied this from my friend's blog. it really hit home.&lt;br /&gt;it's time i change.&lt;br /&gt;it's time you no longer take any precedence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;because it's time you no longer are a part in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114214177333696683?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114214177333696683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114214177333696683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114214177333696683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114214177333696683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-man-wants-you-nothing-can-keep-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114212926693859574</id><published>2006-03-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:06.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;15 statements:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write fifteen statements intended towards fifteen different people, but never tell them it was about them, or you would never say it to their face, or something you wish you would have said, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're annoying.&lt;br /&gt;2. Can't you figure it out on your own?&lt;br /&gt;3. You're the best.&lt;br /&gt;4. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;5. If only.&lt;br /&gt;6. You chew like a cow.&lt;br /&gt;7. PIE!&lt;br /&gt;8. Just go away.&lt;br /&gt;9. You're so cute. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;10. I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you even listen to what you say? Cus you're just plain rude.&lt;br /&gt;12. So glad I don't work with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm so grateful to have you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;14. You talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;15. I hate you so much for what you've done, but I still find myself loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114212926693859574?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114212926693859574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114212926693859574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114212926693859574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114212926693859574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/15-statements-write-fifteen-statements.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114204986716239184</id><published>2006-03-10T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:05.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's just been the shittiest 24 hours ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, matt and me skipped hip hop last night. he wanted to play more pool and i wanted to get more studying done. so i get a ride home at 830 like usual. i get home expecting to be able to crawl into my basement and study my heart out. but in my house, that is NEVER EVER the case.&lt;br /&gt;my brother comes downstairs while i'm studying and starts watching things on tv. and not tv tv, he's watching a dvd he burned from his computer so he could watch on the dvd player &lt;font color="red"&gt;JUST TO BOTHER ME.&lt;/font&gt; i turn my music louder (since i have a listening section on my midterm) and he turns the tv louder. so this goes on, with my screaming also, until i completely lose my voice, lose out, throw everything against the wall and on the floor, grab all my shit, and trudge up two flights of stairs to my room where i bump into walls and slam doors on my way up there.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mad i could have punched my brother in the face until he was completely bloody. and no one has seen my that angry before because usually i can stop myself before i get to that point. but i really didn't want to stop myself last night. i was so tempted to throw my stereo at him instead of carrying it up the stairs to my room. so i did my studying my room.&lt;br /&gt;like fuck. my mom doesn't even yell at him. all she does is mutter to herself "what a disobedient son" and goes back to watching tv. like fuck you. when HE was studying for midterms back in the day, i got yelled at if i watched tv in the OUTSIDE room. and you don't do ANYTHING if he watches tv IN MY ROOM?!?!? &lt;font color="red"&gt;fuck you, some parents you are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't wake him up this morning. if he was late for work, it's not my problem. learn to get up on your fucking own. it's none of my business what goes on in your life. if you don't care to not disrupt me when i'm studying, i'm not going to wake up you to get to work on time. fuck you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had my music midterm this morning. i got to school like an hour early because i wanted to be out of the house before he was awake. and i was, good thing. i studied then went to my midterm. it was okay, i guess. then i went to immunology. i hate people, seriously. everyone asked to borrow my notes. i really want to say no, but i can't because everyone thinks i'm super nice and shit because when they see me i'm always smiling. i got really pissed off by the time the second person asked to borrow my notes. you know what? it's YOUR fucking responsibility to get the note yourself. if you don't come to class, it's not MY job to make sure you have the notes. the midterm is on MONDAY you fags. if you needed the first lecture's notes, maybe you should have asked me during the &lt;font color="red"&gt;SECOND&lt;/font&gt; lectures, not the &lt;font color="red"&gt;TWELFTH&lt;/font&gt; lecture. next time someone asks me, i'm not lending notes. that's it, i don't care if you get angry at me for not lending them, too bad. if you missed class because you were hungover, tough luck. study from what you have, or read the fucking textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by immunology (10am), i'm extremely angry. but not like i started out the day nicely anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hour break, i spent with mike. which is okay. cus mike doesn't piss me off in any way. he's too cheerful and nice for me to be angry towards him. we studied immunology for a bit, and then we got to talking a little cus neither of us wanted to study anymore. then we went to micro. sat next to him for a change. instead of sitting next to the faggots that piss me off everytime i lay eyes on them. honestly, i need to get new friends. just start hanging out with mike more. even heather makes me pissy sometimes. she just doesn't know when to shutup. if i tell her to shush, i have to smile directly after to make it seem less "harsh" to her. and i have to do this several times for her to get the point. then after that, she turns and talks loudly to jeremy, and he talks loud too. so either way, i can't concentrate on what's being taught. i like heather, but she doesn't know how to be quiet, and it's frustrating cus i can never get anything done when i'm near her. i'm kind of glad i'm only in one class with her in ALL of next year. because it means i'll &lt;font color="red"&gt;PAY ATTENTION&lt;/font&gt; in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in micro, arabesque said she needed to borrow my notes. she didn't even ask, she said "steph, i need your notes to copy". so i said no. and she said "no, in genetics, i'll copy it" and i didn't give it to her in genetics. so shove it up her arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in genetics, other (nice) jeremy was bothering me like he always does, about things we are learning in class. by this point i'm so angry at the world that i'm even pissy to jeremy. i feel bad about it now that i think about it, but seriously. every class, he will ask questions about what she just talked about, when i'm trying to listen to what she's saying at that moment, about a new concept. and then once i grasp the new concept that she was talking about at the same time as jeremy, he will ask me AGAIN about the concept that i just got down. then i have to explain that, and i miss the newer concept. it's a vicious cycle. seriously, the people who sit with me in class don't have much respect for the fact that i actually need to pay attention in class to learn. they may not have to because they're smart, but i have to because i can't learn strictly from notes. how are you supposed to tell them nicely that they have to shutup during class? because i seriously cannot multitask my ears. they listen to one thing, and only one thing. and honestly, i'd rather that thing be the professor than my friend who i will study with outside of class anyways. i can't go to the professor and ask her to repeat everything from class, because "my friend was talking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I'M SO ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to micro open hours after genetics and EVERYONE was harassing me as to why i looked so angry. and the more they bugged me about it, the angrier i got. i wanted to punch armant for constantly poking and prodding, trying to figure out what was wrong. so i did the things i had to do in lab and then got out as quick as i could. i didn't even say bye to jeremy because i just didn't want to associate with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got on the bus and went to southgate. heather called me while i was on the bus. she wanted to study, but i was already at southgate so i couldn't go back. i got to work and got into my shopping. i wanted to tell miranda everything, but she wasn't working. i was sad. it was susan kathy and some new girl. i couldn't tell susan cus she would think i'm crazy. i didn't want to tell kathy because i just don't want to. and i don't even know the new girl's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i bought one of the tube tops we have, i got another wifebeater tank, a zip up jacket and the white pants i tried on. you remember right michelle? well, i couldn't find something else to get, since i get something half off, so i just thought i would get the pants. but i figured out that the white pants are made of a different material, that's why they felt more comfortable then those army coloured pants. so i got the white ones. and i'll just try REALLY hard to keep them clean. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my shitty day. i wonder who's actually going to read it all? this took me 20 minutes to type. if you actually read all this, post a comment. i want to know who you are. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114204986716239184?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114204986716239184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114204986716239184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114204986716239184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114204986716239184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-its-just-been-shittiest-24-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114197028241230265</id><published>2006-03-09T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:05.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MICHELLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ualberta.ca/~sbach/Elan%20Skis.zip"&gt;http://www.ualberta.ca/~sbach/Elan%20Skis.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download this file and look at the pictures. tell me if you like the skis. they are size 7.&lt;br /&gt;the skis, poles and boots all go for 200.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i could try and bargain with you, but do you want them? even though you want to snowboard instead? i think they're nice. i just wish they would fit me. someone i know is selling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me soon! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114197028241230265?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114197028241230265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114197028241230265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114197028241230265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114197028241230265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/michelle-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114170650112866119</id><published>2006-03-06T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:05.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAH jon-goh&lt;br /&gt;am i really vulgar on here?&lt;br /&gt;=( sorry la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114170650112866119?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114170650112866119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114170650112866119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114170650112866119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114170650112866119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahahahah-jon-goh-am-i-really-vulgar.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114170332033897771</id><published>2006-03-06T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:04.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe, so i forgot about Lent starting last wednesday. so since i'm starting late on Lent, i'm gonna go longer. until after finals! which means that i have 50 days of Lent.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm going to give up junk food. *GASP* I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm seriously going to try. i'm not going to count the healthy granola bars. cus i DO need to snack, just not on things that are bad for me. so that means no more chocolate granola bars. no more chocolate. and no more snacking after 8pm. OMG I'M SO SCREWED FOR THE NEXT 50 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm done my micro. i actually finished almost an hour ago. which means i've been wasting my time making tentative schedules for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/myfall2006schedule.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/myfall2006schedule.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so let's start off with fall. FFS, ONE CLASS in the morningn and that's it?! FFS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/mywinter2007schedule.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/mywinter2007schedule.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this schedule is even worse. 12 hours of lab a week. 2 courses. monday tuesday thursday friday afternoons. welcome to the research lab stephanie, where you'll never see the light of day again. FCUK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114170332033897771?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114170332033897771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114170332033897771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114170332033897771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114170332033897771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/hehe-so-i-forgot-about-lent-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114160988104744650</id><published>2006-03-05T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:04.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG thank God you know, michelle!&lt;br /&gt;now i can talk about it freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so since friday i haven't really done much. i went through half of the first lecture in immunology last night, and i made small, miniscule, near-nothing additions to my full report.&lt;br /&gt;today i finished 2 chapters in my music studying. only 5 more chapters to go! but hopefully it'll be quite easy since i do already know all of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to micro lab report panicking, and micro midterm should-i-check-my-midterm-mark panicking. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114160988104744650?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114160988104744650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114160988104744650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114160988104744650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114160988104744650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-thank-god-you-know-michelle-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114158515031786707</id><published>2006-03-05T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:04.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;MICHELLE:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so you know from monday to friday, we get and extra 15% off clothes from work on top of the regular discount. i have a lot of things to do this week, a few reports and a midterm. so i'm planning on going to buy clothes friday afternoon (i get off class at 3). if you're going, call me and tell me, cus i want to get a lot of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was informed this morning that the lululemon sale was 5 items for $100, and i could not make it (DAMNIT!), i'm making up for it by allotting myself $100+ to spent at work. so tell me if you want to come with me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all. have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114158515031786707?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114158515031786707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114158515031786707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114158515031786707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114158515031786707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/michelle-okay-so-you-know-from-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114145261811547743</id><published>2006-03-03T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:04.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;well slightly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to slap myself for slacking off so much during reading week. i said i would get both my reports done, but by the time monday rolled along, i hadn't even cracked open my micro lab manual.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm done the short report, and half done the full report. as much as it's the hard part left to finish in the full report, i'm quite proud of what i got done. also considering the fact that msn, eo and winamp are open.&lt;br /&gt;i even took over an hour break, to watch another episode of "We're Dating Now".&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the fact that my grandfather is in the hospital still and i'm worried about what's going on. but i'd think that i've got it slightly together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to work from 930-5 tomorrow. i'm not sure if i'll make the entire shift. i'll try, but i can't guarantee if i have to leave to go see my grandfather. i haven't seen him yet because i said at the beginning of the week, that i would be holing myself up on friday to finish everything. so i got my snacks together in the basement and got cracking. i didn't even go to the movies, but it's not like i wanted to see it anyways. i'm still missing out on fun with my friends though.&lt;br /&gt;God, i'm such a loser sometimes. that's it. after this set of midterms is over, it's to the bar i go. i seriously need to let loose.. actually, i think i'll bring heather with me. we can just go to the plant or something. and we can eat. oh that silly girl, she needs to chillax like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a plan. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114145261811547743?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114145261811547743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114145261811547743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114145261811547743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114145261811547743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-very-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114143427905391459</id><published>2006-03-03T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:04.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my grandfather is in the hospital's emergency room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114143427905391459?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114143427905391459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114143427905391459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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them so easily. i worked hard on the genetics assignment, jeremy and me. but in the end, we still have to add another name to the top of the page simply because someone else offered to type up the assignment. honestly that's fucking bullshit. i don't care about how this person feels because i've never been a person to hide my feelings. but if you want to collaborate with me on anything related to school, you better fucking pull your own weight. if you don't do anything for the next assignment, i don't care if you follow me to the ends of the earth in a quest for the answers, i will NOT put your name in the top right corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not hateful. i'm not spiteful. and unlike you, i'm not a freeloader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do your own assignment. stop following me, and taking my marks with you, because as far as i'm concerned, you hardly deserve what i deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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OMG pain! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD micro is OVER!!!!!! but i have the genetics seminar quiz tomorrow, and she's handing back the midterm and going over it. oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yay for hip hop dance that i have tomorrow night. unless my back is killing me so much i can't do anything. i wonder if matt is going... i think he has more midterms... pooey =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114126225497339199?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114126225497339199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114126225497339199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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saturday? my shift is 930-5.&lt;br /&gt;how was the dell job fair? did you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114119120484869670?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114119120484869670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114119120484869670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114119120484869670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114119120484869670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-death-in-less-than-15-hours.html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114084422634587500</id><published>2006-02-22T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:03.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY, so like.. anyways&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went shopping with michelle. it was fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i got a really cutesy yellow shirt from zara, it says "close your eyes + count to 100" in those cute block letters, all over the place. and it was only $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my brother a nice belt from mexx. the bastard refuses to pay me back for it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally got myself a totebag. it's from ninewest and i got it for half off! but i still think it's quite steep of a price for a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/hipster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/320/hipster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this is it. but i got the black one, the other colour in front of it in this picture is f-ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent a fair amount yesterday. since there was also lunch and the iced cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to school to study. jeremy didn't come along because the car needed servicing so he was stuck in spruce. sucky, so i'll probably go to school early friday morning to study with him for a bit. seeing him would probably do my sanity some good too, since we're sort of both in the same relationship boat... ish...&lt;br /&gt;actually, there are several of those boats and we aren't in the same one. oh man, whatever.. same shit, different pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went to steeps today to visit josh. i was really contemplating not going, but i said whichever bus got there first, i would take... *grumbles* stupid 6-downtown! so i went to go see josh. he looks mighty fine nowadays, he got a nice haircut haahha - how cute. he seems to really like it at steeps, he knows all the customers (of course, he's the manager), and he just seems happy all the time cus he's doing osmething so fun. i hope the novelty doesn't wear off for him. i was going to ask him how much they hire for, but when i was leaving, he was talking to some girl who i assume is a staff member, and i didn't want to interrupt. so i said my goodbyes and left. i got a good chunk of studying done there though, disregarding the 2 girls next to my table who were discussing the ever-so-tempting topic of boys and dating. *vomits in mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, my day was quite good. i did run into mike and armant at the library. i swear to God that armant.. ALWAYS bothering me! emil came by too, first time i've actually seen him. they look slightly similar, but not enough to ask if they're identical twins. they just look like brothers - with a strikingly uncanny resemblance. but armant is better looking, i'd have to say. hahaha =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114084422634587500?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114084422634587500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114084422634587500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114084422634587500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114084422634587500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-so-like_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114066885820251479</id><published>2006-02-22T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:03.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! i got the music to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song is Guang Liang's new single, Dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114050883606862319</id><published>2006-02-21T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:03.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i found this on some girl's blog, i thought it was an interesting read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAMENTS OF WHOEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me walking on the road with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It’s not because I like his company&lt;br /&gt;It’s because you’re not brave enough to walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;If you hear me talking about him all the time&lt;br /&gt;It’s not because he pleases me&lt;br /&gt;It’s because you’re too deaf to hear my heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel me falling for someone new&lt;br /&gt;It’s not because I love him&lt;br /&gt;It’s because you’re not there to catch me if I fall.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost, I too am nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;I too don’t know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to cross each other’s path?&lt;br /&gt;Or just completely turn around?&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to a place where love is bound?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me walk with him&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I want to walk with.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me talk to him&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I want to talk with.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me fall for him&lt;br /&gt;IT’S YOU I WANT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER THE THE LAMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn’t brave enough to walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;I was behind you every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Still filled with awe because of the beauty that stands before me.&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I was too deaf to hear your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to assume anything&lt;br /&gt;And I was afraid to lose our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn’t there to catch you&lt;br /&gt;It was because you never gave me the chance.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve never reached the bottom; you’ve already grabbed a branch.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you are nowhere, I too am lost.&lt;br /&gt;I too don’t know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we just going to turn around?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we going to cross each other’s path?&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to a place where love is bound?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me walk with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I want to walk with.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me talk to someone else&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I want to talk with.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me fall for someone else&lt;br /&gt;IT’S YOU I WANT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114050883606862319?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114050883606862319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114050883606862319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114050883606862319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114050883606862319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-found-this-on-some-girls-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114048297970417627</id><published>2006-02-20T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:03.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crazyness</title><content type='html'>omg, today was craziness. it wasn't even busy at work, it just got really messy out of nowhere. girls are terrible shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went early to shop with mich, but we didn't find anything at ae.  tried on the urban pants from work, and they're cute, except that from the knee down, they are sewn in a way which crops the pants, making it bunchy and uncomfortable. i mean, i really really like them, but because of the bunching they're just uncomfortable and i know will bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked a lot. did random things, like completely redoing the denim walls and some of the round front tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris stopped by today~! =) i was happy to see him, he's the first person from my little groups of people that i've seen since school friday. he was hanging around doing nothing cus his mom ditched him on family day! =( poor chris. so since his friend was working at crabtree, he stopped into the mall to kill time. and of course he came to see if i was working as well YAY! i don't know how but i ended up saying about how i wasn't sure how i was getting home since my mom would NOT get off the phone, so he offered me a ride home. and since i didn't know, i told him i'd have to tell him later. he stopped by about an hour later and i told him that my mom would come pick me up, since she didn't know who chris was. plus she had to buy some cheese to make the lasagna for tomorrow night's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was quite an eventful day. i brought muffins to work, that i baked yesterday. they ate them, there was one left when i was off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR SHOPPING TOMORROW =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114048297970417627?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114048297970417627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114048297970417627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114048297970417627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114048297970417627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/crazyness.html' title='crazyness'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114040247846745349</id><published>2006-02-19T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:03.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/gucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/320/gucci.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/burberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/320/burberry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=0.5&gt;someone must love me enough to buy me these........ =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114040247846745349?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114040247846745349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114040247846745349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hours without a break. but i guess that's my own fault for not wanting to go cus it's so busy. damn you scout! i can't believe you called in sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i woke up and went to lunch with my family at tropika. it was so yummy, i love eating there cus i love the food. and plus the manager is so sweet, i love her. =)&lt;br /&gt;and i paid! which made me parents very shocked. but it was only 40. so i'm fine. i won't go into debt. but i AM going shopping soon, so i'll have to rethink being broke... hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got home and i made muffins. there's berry muffins, with blackberries, raspberries and something else i forget. but it came in a ready made package of mixed fruits. i just picked all the strawberries out cus i didn't want strawberry muffins. and i made chocolate chip muffins. both of them didn't turn out how i want them. the berry recipe never turns out well, because it's too liquidy of a mix. the muffins never fluff up to the pretty looking muffins. the chocolate chip recipe does though. i managed to mess that one up too though. because i thought that when i stuck them in the oven the mix would just settle down and then fluff up. apparently not. i filled them overly, because i knew that i had holes in them, but i guess i overestimated the amount they would settle, because i ended up with hugely overflowing muffins. and because my oven is crazy hot, the tops of the muffins are browner than the edges, which is gaysauce. i have yet to try the chocolate chip ones though, cus it's my first time making them. actually, i think i'll head upstairs now and have a muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, i'll bring them to work anyways. i'm sure people there will eat them. and if not, i won't have to either. but seriously! who WON'T eat chocolate chip muffins~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll bake them prettier next time. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114039032073004324?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114039032073004324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114039032073004324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114039032073004324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114039032073004324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-yesterday-work-was-crazy-ass-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114033444413384794</id><published>2006-02-19T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:02.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/bilology.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/bilology.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=0.5&gt;good thing i'm already in bi-lo-lo-gy =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114033444413384794?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114014974617434002</id><published>2006-02-16T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:02.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;OMG YAY I'M FINALLY DONE EXAMS FOR THIS WEEK!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;God, and i didn't even have as much as other people, i only had 2! but i feel so totally drained! but i really did study SO MUCH for all these exams, it's crazy. OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, not that i'm free... it's time to work and shop! =) MICHELLE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you read this mich, tell me what you mean by that comment you made. but yah. i hide the comments here. you have to click the time at which i posted, to get to the comments. it's because i get random comments from people saying they hate me and shit. YAH THAT'S RIGHT. I KNOW YOU'RE THERE. FAGGOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, call me okay? i'll be working tomorrow (friday) night but don't call work, cus i'm working with susan. kk we'll go shopping some time soon. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114014974617434002?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114014974617434002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114014974617434002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114014974617434002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114014974617434002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-yay-im-finally-done-exams-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-114005086225449605</id><published>2006-02-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:02.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;OMG so the genetics midterm was so good! haha, there was just a few things that i wasn't sure about, but since the questions are worth so many marks each, she HAS to give out part marks. which means hopefully i did very good on it! but i'm worried that the average will be so high that the curved will be all effed up. hopefully i have a stupid class though, but i'm pretty sure they're quite an intelligent bunch. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to study for my other genetics midterm. OMG I'M SO SCARED FOR IT!!!!!!!! i have no idea what's going on! so many lectures of notes! it's like, 3 times as thick as the pile of notes from today's midterm! OMG! *freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and michelle, call me about when you want to go shopping or whatever. we should go to wem, not... calgary... haahah, i don't have time to go to calgary. i have to do 2 lab reports and study for 3 midterms during reading week. and i'm working like 5 DAYS!! damn susan and her persuasiveness!! maybe we can go snowboarding too, we'll have to see about that. but i think we should just go to the mall early in the morning one day, and get it all done. and then we have the rest of the day to do whatever you want. and we can eat out! oooh yay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if your last final is the 27th, maybe we shouldn't go. cus you'll need to study. my last final will be the 25th, but i haven't even definitely gotten the tix yet. i thought zaneta had them, but i talked to her today and she couldn't even get tix for herself! much less me. =( which is totally pooey, cus i really want to go SEE THEM........... i love them they're so good. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, time for me to study. and yes your font is better. because the font before was much bigger. damn those apple computers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-114005086225449605?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114005086225449605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=114005086225449605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114005086225449605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/114005086225449605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-so-genetics-midterm-was-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113998274232493064</id><published>2006-02-14T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:02.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gateway.ualberta.ca/view.php?aid=5712" target=_blank"&gt;http://www.gateway.ualberta.ca/view.php?aid=5712&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ON EARTH... did i get 25 on this purity test? i'm not that pure! i even have a lower mark than daisy! and i never thought that i'd be purer cus she's SO MUCH MORE INNOCENT THAN ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ANGRY*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113998274232493064?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113998274232493064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113998274232493064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113998274232493064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113998274232493064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpwww_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113996636938185034</id><published>2006-02-14T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:02.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;michelle, come with me to the franz ferdinand concert. it's april 25!&lt;br /&gt;i have tickets already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you don't have exams still, cus i'll be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME KNOW =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113996636938185034?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113996636938185034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113996636938185034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113996636938185034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113996636938185034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/michelle-come-with-me-to-franz.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113987660460817269</id><published>2006-02-13T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:02.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;i got 64.09 back today from the gift i returned. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took 2 months.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113987660460817269?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113987660460817269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113987660460817269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113987660460817269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113987660460817269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-64.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113980970011831325</id><published>2006-02-12T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:02.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/STUNNING-WOMENS-BURBERRY-BAG-HOLD-ALL-BNWT_W0QQitemZ5469136716QQcategoryZ38436QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting this for valentine's day would make me the happiest girl alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually no it wouldn't. but it'll get me superficially close to being the happiest girl alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you =(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113980970011831325?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113980970011831325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113980970011831325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113980970011831325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113980970011831325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/click-here-getting-this-for-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113980499530499386</id><published>2006-02-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:01.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;i thought YOU should get the hearts! haha, i remember you said you wanted to get a heart, but couldn't decide. i drew some, but the webcam didn't take the picture very well. i'll have to show you what i drew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure where i'll get mine though. probably on my hip and on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do we talk to each other through our blogs?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113980499530499386?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113980499530499386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113980499530499386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113980499530499386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113980499530499386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-thought-you-should-get-hearts-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113979730327245626</id><published>2006-02-12T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:00.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;MICHELLE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=0.5&gt;i drew these. don't laugh...&lt;br /&gt;tell me if you like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this one more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ualberta.ca/~sbach/Pictures/joinedhearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's this one too.. i drew one of the hearts lopsided, but i can always fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ualberta.ca/~sbach/Pictures/heartunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i took these with a webcam. that's why it's blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't figured out what to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ualberta.ca/~sbach/Pictures/tat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ualberta.ca/~sbach/Pictures/tat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113979730327245626?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113979730327245626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113979730327245626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113979730327245626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113979730327245626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/michelle-i-drew-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113977475372848737</id><published>2006-02-12T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:24:00.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/rose3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/200/rose3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=0.5&gt;thanks michelle =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113977475372848737?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113977475372848737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113977475372848737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113977475372848737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113977475372848737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/thanks-michelle.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113971878383920970</id><published>2006-02-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:23:59.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;colin is weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stands around and does nothing as well. and talks to nika an awful lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid, i had to tell him what to do a lot. i hate doing that, but i also love doing it..... -_- the power is so seductive! damnit!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113971878383920970?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113971878383920970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113971878383920970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113971878383920970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113971878383920970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/colin-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113946397871861734</id><published>2006-02-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:23:59.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;you probably don't even remember the things you say to me. that's how little your word means to yourself. how little you care about keeping your word. to me, your word means everything, and i take it very seriously. but to you it's nothing more than an exchange of phrase that mean nothing by the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept my promise to you. i didn't get my tattoo for 6 months. i sat on my ass and thought about it for 6 months. but today is the last day of the 6 months. nearly to the minute, it has been 6 months. i no longer have to hold to your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked me to wait 6 months. to think about it for 6 months. and i did as you said, because what you say matters to me more than anything in the world. now that i've finished my duty as a girlfriend, it's time for me to do what i choose. you've run my life for so long now, it's time i do something for myself. my tattoo will be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've kept all my promises i made to you. i held true to YOUR words. but never did you ever think twice about what you said to me, to what you promised me. so many broken promises from you, but i'll never learn. because my heart yearns for you. there's nothing in the world i want more than you. but you are the one thing the world chooses to not let me have. this vicious cycle. the cycle of you. my cycle of death. of demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you promised to never leave me. you promised to always be my friend. you promised never to hurt me. you promised me the world. but where is the world now? where are your promises now? where were they the day after you promised them to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where was i? i was patiently waiting for you to return to your promises. to return to me. but you never did. you left me a long time ago, and i refused to let it be true. i refused to leave you as well, fearing what would become of me. and now my fears have come true. you've left me for good, and i've been forced to leave your side as well. i can never hold you, touch you, feel you, kiss you. but my soul will never leave you. my heart will be by your side forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've returned all your things and have asked for mine back. but you will never be able to return my things. because you cannot return my heart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113946397871861734?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113946397871861734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113946397871861734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113946397871861734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113946397871861734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-probably-dont-even-remember-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481049.post-113945757690648706</id><published>2006-02-08T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:23:59.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=0.5&gt;Grad school, here I come... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/1600/gradschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/351/400/gradschool.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's do that math shall we?&lt;br /&gt;$924/credit X 30 credits = $27720&lt;br /&gt;$1 Student Association fee/credit X 30 credits = $30&lt;br /&gt;Registration = $35&lt;br /&gt;Check fee = $35&lt;br /&gt;Grad fee = $100&lt;br /&gt;Miscellanous course fees = undetermined&lt;br /&gt;Random school fees = undeterminded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multiply all this by... oh, say... 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad school total = $83760 + 6 X undetermined amounted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;GOOD GOD I MIGHT AS WELL CUT OFF MY ARM.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i still can't wait for grad school. Heather told me today in immunology, about George Washingtong University. it's not too far away from home, plus they have forensics grad studies. actually several of them, i think there were 8 grad studies in forensics? they also have genomics and bioinformatics OMG I WANT TO GO TO GRAD SCHOOL SO BADLY! look what you did to me heather! you made me into a school nerd!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481049-113945757690648706?l=aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113945757690648706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481049&amp;postID=113945757690648706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113945757690648706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481049/posts/default/113945757690648706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznbabiegurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/grad-school-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961099070937232030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPCmIiMyMhg/Sl_Hn4YqvKI/AAAAAAAAElQ/sHm6nTC22Rg/S220/memangocake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
