<?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-2327599613142871046</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:21:26.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eclectic Ramblings of a Wandering Woman.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-150757972971033454</id><published>2009-09-07T19:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:50:08.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok.</title><content type='html'>So i was a bit of an ass today at work. This girl i work with was saying how she is going to get her tattoo this week. "what are you getting?" i asked. &lt;br /&gt;    "Oh, My own name. but i dont know whether to get it in arabic or in chinese symbols." well... i've got a big mouth. and even though i should have just shut up i said: &lt;br /&gt;    "well definitely go with the arabic because if you get chinese symbols you're automatically a douche bag" &lt;br /&gt;to which she said: &lt;br /&gt;    "I dont really care what other people think I'm going to get my kids names in chinease symbols too"&lt;br /&gt;    "Well it could be worse, you could be getting a butterfly tattoo." &lt;br /&gt;    "Thats what i'm going to get next..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... I'm a dick. and i apologized. but uh... there are just some tattoos people should rethink getting. and here is my list. Please comment tell me if you agree or disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Also, please note, if a tattoo has meaning for you and its personal, than thats fine. i just hate when people get 'trend tattoos' OR when people get tattoos just because they look cool but then they make up some bull answer as to why they got it so they look deep. if it doesnt mean anything, just say it doesnt. i wont think less of you, i'll just be happy you were honest about it. ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Barbed wire tattoo&lt;/span&gt;. its just ug. and cocky, because it wraps around your 'bicep' and i guess is supposed to make you look tough and all... but its like getting a hummer; only YOU think you look cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Usual offenders:&lt;/span&gt; Frat boys and body builders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exceptions&lt;/span&gt; to the rule: none whatsoever. you will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; look like a total tool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Chinese Symbols&lt;/span&gt;. why!? WHY!? if it was in english you would be ridiculous but because its Chinese it makes it meaningful? 'i'm going to get the word fire because... its powerful and so am i' or 'i'm going to get peace and love...i like both of those!' i mean, other languages at least look less pretentious. I wouldnt mind getting a word in Italian, but i'm not Italian so it just feels wrong. why is this language ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Usual Offenders&lt;/span&gt;: again, mostly Todds(frat boys). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exceptions&lt;/span&gt;: Asians and Buddhists. Or if you get the symbol for the word 'Regret' because thats just hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cartoon Characters:&lt;/span&gt; I love disney as much as the next person, but really? i mean i'm sure people have their reasons as to why, and maybe its personal, and therefore i cant judge it, but i just dont see how. its like those adult women that wear winnie the pooh tshirts and have their hair pulled back in scrunchies whilst having tweety bird sewn into their jean shorts. why? do you really like them THAT much? does it make you feel young and cute? i'm more confused about the phenomenon than anything. Although i saw a Transformers tattoo once and that was pretty badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;usual offenders&lt;/span&gt;: weird dudes that work in video rental shops, women with perms and fountain bangs, dudes in prison for some weird reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exceptions&lt;/span&gt;: uh... cartoonists? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anything Tribal&lt;/span&gt;: so what tribe are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Usual offenders&lt;/span&gt;: porn stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exceptions&lt;/span&gt;: Samoans, Maori, native Hawaiians... you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Butterflys and/or Fairies&lt;/span&gt;: The only reason women get these are because it makes them feel sexy and more feminine. its ESPECIALLY bad if they put it on their lower backs in the 'tramp stamp' area, above the crotch,ankle, or on the boob... which is usually where they put it. Dolphins are also pretty weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Usual Offenders&lt;/span&gt;: skanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exceptions&lt;/span&gt;: People who actually believe in Fairies or people who have emotional attachments to butterflys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One lone music note&lt;/span&gt;: We get you like music. so does everyone else. if anything get a whole bar of music of a song your really like or is personal. One lone note though? Seriously, everyone loves music, some just commit to pursuing it as a career or hobby. Its like getting a tattoo of a piece of pizza because you really like it, so does everyone; and you dont need a reminder that you love music... or pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Usual Offenders:&lt;/span&gt; Professional musicians, and a lot of people you just wouldnt expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exceptions&lt;/span&gt;: I guess if you're a professional musician you get a pass just because music really would be your life, but if i loved being a script analyst that doesnt mean i should get a tattoo of a script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anything that encircles the bellybutton&lt;/span&gt;. it just looks gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Usual Offenders:&lt;/span&gt; awkward people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exceptions&lt;/span&gt;: none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** maybe this list is a bit pretentious but come one, most of them i'm right about? or am i???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-150757972971033454?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/150757972971033454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=150757972971033454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/150757972971033454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/150757972971033454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok.html' title='Ok.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1876214251469972128</id><published>2009-03-18T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:10:53.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ha i love Jack Handy pt.2</title><content type='html'>To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?," you can say, "Sorry, got these sacks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that pirates were always going around searching for treasure, and they never realized that the real treasure was the fond memories they were creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said, "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God dwells inside us, like some people say, I sure hope He like enchiladas, because that's what He's getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For mad scientists who keep brains in jars, here's a tip: why not add a slice of lemon to each jar, for freshness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they ever come up with a swashbuckling school, I think one of the courses should be Laughing, Then Jumping Off Something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1876214251469972128?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1876214251469972128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1876214251469972128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1876214251469972128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1876214251469972128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-i-love-jack-handy-pt2.html' title='ha i love Jack Handy pt.2'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-4839217104223350586</id><published>2009-03-13T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:25:52.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/Sbr5hCAvogI/AAAAAAAAANs/pBw_0LrokS0/s1600-h/kazoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/Sbr5hCAvogI/AAAAAAAAANs/pBw_0LrokS0/s400/kazoo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312833056307913218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-4839217104223350586?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4839217104223350586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=4839217104223350586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4839217104223350586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4839217104223350586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha.html' title='ha'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/Sbr5hCAvogI/AAAAAAAAANs/pBw_0LrokS0/s72-c/kazoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3806866216818965804</id><published>2009-03-08T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:35:39.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BALHDGOHOEf;ajeio</title><content type='html'>well as if i havent complained about it enough, I HAVE FRICKIN' MONO. I have no idea where i got it from. i dont know anyone who has had mono recently, and i havent kissed anyone in like, 2 months. wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3806866216818965804?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3806866216818965804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3806866216818965804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3806866216818965804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3806866216818965804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/balhdgohoefajeio.html' title='BALHDGOHOEf;ajeio'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3993822981091846880</id><published>2009-03-05T19:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:11:31.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Quotes from 'The Watchmen'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kYBdM44_J58/SH_q-II7OKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/KGJfERiamnA/s400/watchmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kYBdM44_J58/SH_q-II7OKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/KGJfERiamnA/s400/watchmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soon there will be war. Millions will burn. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many? Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving of retribution ... and there is so little time." -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Walter Kovacs/Rorschach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense." -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Edward Blake/The Comedian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet." -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jon Osterman/Doctor Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, you need a stronger lock. That new one broke after one shove." &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Walter Kovacs/Rorschach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(In Rorschach's Journal) Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No." They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father or President Truman. Decent men who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloodly Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say." -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Walter Kovacs/Rorschach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rorschach&lt;/span&gt;: [examining the same inkblot test, the second time, and answering honestly] Dog. Dog with head split in half.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dr. Long&lt;/span&gt;: And, uh. What do you think split the dog's head. In half.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rorschach&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rorschach&lt;/span&gt;: There. Did what had to be done. Can leave now.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;: Really? Are you sure? We don't want to get too reckless and go diving headfirst into things!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rorschach&lt;/span&gt;: (Having just drowned Big Figure in a toilet bowl) Hurm. Good advice. Sure there are many who would agree with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doctor Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;: Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Laurie Juspeczyk&lt;/span&gt;: But... if me, my birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anybody in the world!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dr. Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. Anybody in the world... But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget... I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from the another's vantage point. As if new, it may still take our breath away. Come... dry your eyes. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes... and let's go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3993822981091846880?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3993822981091846880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3993822981091846880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3993822981091846880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3993822981091846880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-quotes-from-watchmen.html' title='Amazing Quotes from &apos;The Watchmen&apos;'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kYBdM44_J58/SH_q-II7OKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/KGJfERiamnA/s72-c/watchmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1711861713901307597</id><published>2009-03-03T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:23:36.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Jason Segel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5ZtwbzUFZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5ZtwbzUFZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1S__HlheX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1S__HlheX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part is he was already writing a dracula puppet musical in his real life before this movie came along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1711861713901307597?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1711861713901307597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1711861713901307597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1711861713901307597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1711861713901307597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-3-jason-segel.html' title='I &lt;3 Jason Segel'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-5113352966507304080</id><published>2009-02-26T21:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:47:32.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do need to get out of the habit of writing depressing blogs.</title><content type='html'>its just that that's the only time i feel like writing, usually. I'm sick. i dont know what it is, i just hope its not the flu, or mono. Probably not mono because i rarely get kissed these days, nor do i go around licking other peoples used silverware... anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;-Massive headache&lt;br /&gt;-Neck ache&lt;br /&gt;-dizziness &lt;br /&gt;-Lower and upper back pain&lt;br /&gt;-shortness of breath  &lt;br /&gt;-sleepiness &lt;br /&gt;-a lot of phlegm &lt;br /&gt;  *BUT no fever. Yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, i feel like i'm disappearing. like, i need someone to physically hold on to me so i dont 'dissolve into molecules.' i know i've said this all before, but i hate that i feel this way so often. i hate that i feel so pliable. I just want to lay in bed and have someones arms around me making me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that i still think of J. i hate wondering if his last poem was about me. i hate hoping that someday when he is ready he'll find me. But how stupid would i be to let him in again!? Every date i have been on recently, every boy i've met, i pray that they will make me laugh as much as he did. That they will make me a fraction as happy. It doesnt matter if they were good guys, they werent him. I feel so fucking pathetic because of that. I hate not knowing if i'll ever feel that way about someone ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate watching Aaron take care of katie. she is sick too and he went out in a snowstorm to go pick her up and make sure she was ok. They are so disgustingly cute. I hope i get to have that someday. i want to stop looking for 'the one' i just want him to be there and then i realize, i'm only 20 years old!! I'm just at the beginning of this horrible horrible game that I am destined to keep losing until i'm like, 35 and then im so numb that i'll settle for the first guy who makes a decent offer. Doomed to a mediocre life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE*** I do have a temperature now. 100.1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-5113352966507304080?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5113352966507304080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=5113352966507304080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5113352966507304080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5113352966507304080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-really-do-need-to-get-out-of-habit-of.html' title='I really do need to get out of the habit of writing depressing blogs.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2187319463043144852</id><published>2009-02-17T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:26:55.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Someday i want to be in love like this... oh how i love e.e. cummings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;    my heart) i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;    i go you go, my dear and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;    by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;    i fear&lt;br /&gt;    not fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;    no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;    and its you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;    and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;    higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;    and this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2187319463043144852?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2187319463043144852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2187319463043144852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2187319463043144852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2187319463043144852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-835748076087934666</id><published>2009-02-05T16:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:57:12.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So horrible...</title><content type='html'>One week after the U.S. Army announced record suicide rates among its soldiers last year, the service is worried about a spike in possible suicides in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;If reports of suicides are confirmed, more soldiers will have taken their lives in January than died in combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If reports of suicides are confirmed, more soldiers will have taken their lives in January than died in combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Army said 24 soldiers are believed to have committed suicide in January alone -- six times as many as killed themselves in January 2008, according to statistics released Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Army said it already has confirmed seven suicides, with 17 additional cases pending that it believes investigators will confirm as suicides for January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those prove true, more soldiers will have killed themselves than died in combat last month. According to Pentagon statistics, there were 16 U.S. combat deaths in Afghanistan and Iraq in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is terrifying," an Army official said. "We do not know what is going on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Col. Kathy Platoni, chief clinical psychologist for the Army Reserve and National Guard, said that the long, cold months of winter could be a major contributor to the January spike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is more hopelessness and helplessness because everything is so dreary and cold," she said.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;But Platoni said she sees the multiple deployments, stigma associated with seeking treatment and the excessive use of anti-depressants as ongoing concerns for mental-health professionals who work with soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are seeking mental-health care often have their treatment disrupted by deployments. Deployed soldiers also have to deal with the stress of separations from families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When people are apart you have infidelity, financial problems, substance abuse and child behavioral problems," Platoni said. "The more deployments, the more it is exacerbated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platoni also said that while the military has made a lot of headway in training leaders on how to deal with soldiers who may be suffering from depression or post-traumatic stress disorder, "there is still a huge problem with leadership who shame them when they seek treatment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anti-depressants prescribed to soldiers can have side effects that include suicidal thoughts. Those side effects reportedly are more common in people 18 to 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concern about last month's suicide rate was so high, Congress and the Army leadership were briefed. In addition, the Army took the rare step of releasing data for the month rather than waiting to issue it as part of annual statistics at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January 2008, the Army recorded two confirmed cases of suicides and two other cases it was investigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, in releasing the report that showed a record number of suicides in 2008, the Army said it soon will conduct servicewide training to help identify soldiers at risk of suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program, which will run February 15 through March 15, will include training to recognize behaviors that may lead to suicide and instruction on how to intervene. The Army will follow the training with another teaching program, from March 15 to June 15, focused on suicide prevention at all unit levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2008 numbers were the highest annual level of suicides among soldiers since the Pentagon began tracking the rate 28 years ago. The Army said 128 soldiers were confirmed to have committed suicide in 2008, and an additional 15 were suspected of having killed themselves. The statistics cover active-duty soldiers and activated National Guard and reserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Army's confirmed rate of suicides in 2008 was 20.2 per 100,000 soldiers. The nation's suicide rate was 19.5 per 100,000 people in 2005, the most recent figure available, Army officials said last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicides for Marines were also up in 2008. There were 41 in 2008, up from 33 in 2007 and 25 in 2006, according to a Marines report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the new training, the service has a program called Battlemind, intended to prepare soldiers and their families to cope with the stresses of war before, during and after deployment. It also is intended to help detect mental-health issues before and after deployments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Army and the National Institute of Mental Health signed an agreement in October to conduct research to identify factors affecting the mental and behavioral health of soldiers and to share strategies to lower the suicide rate. The five-year study will examine active-duty, National Guard and reserve soldiers and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/02/05/army.suicides/index.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-835748076087934666?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/835748076087934666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=835748076087934666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/835748076087934666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/835748076087934666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-horrible.html' title='So horrible...'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7467434126223308175</id><published>2009-02-02T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:33:13.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this has to be one of the coolest things i have ever seen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7467434126223308175?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7467434126223308175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7467434126223308175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7467434126223308175'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3055694281130352901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3055694281130352901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3055694281130352901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-help-but-love-these-commercials.html' title='i cant help but LOVE these commercials'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-4729968140169515974</id><published>2009-01-25T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:45:34.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama</title><content type='html'>I may not agree with his politics 100% but I do honestly believe he is a good man. I couldnt say the same about McCain. That being said, I think these pictures are adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpVzJKyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tyKwvWy127A/s1600-h/Obama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpVzJKyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tyKwvWy127A/s320/Obama2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443323153623842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpa2XRsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z5Q4RFF5aBg/s1600-h/Obama4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpa2XRsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z5Q4RFF5aBg/s320/Obama4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443324509308610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpJhv5sI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lpjmelMS7Hk/s1600-h/Obama3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpJhv5sI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lpjmelMS7Hk/s320/Obama3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443319859439298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpK2lstI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DgvRi2FQzgg/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpK2lstI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DgvRi2FQzgg/s320/Obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443320215286482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-4729968140169515974?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4729968140169515974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=4729968140169515974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4729968140169515974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4729968140169515974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama.html' title='Obama'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SX0xpVzJKyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tyKwvWy127A/s72-c/Obama2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2739938247379582316</id><published>2008-12-29T13:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:28:54.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well.</title><content type='html'>i'm single. and i'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2739938247379582316?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2739938247379582316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2739938247379582316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2739938247379582316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2739938247379582316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title='well.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7805954253301562515</id><published>2008-12-11T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:16:02.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.D.</title><content type='html'>I hate the winter. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like i am going crazy and theres nothing i can do to stop it. I'm drowning. &lt;br /&gt;... i thought it would be so easy to write my feelings. its weird hearing a voice, inner monolouge, in my head again, or at all for that matter. I havent had clear thoughts for days because i didnt need them. because i have nothing to do i have no reason to shower, no reason to brush my teeth, or  change out of my pajamas, or shave my legs. I have lost my will to do anything, except maybe cry. I seem to do that just fine. &lt;br /&gt;         Its depressing listening to myself write this as if anyone will read and understand it. Imagining it as a Diane Keaton movie or something. Imagining all this being read by an actress far more well spoken, and far more beautiful than i could hope to be. yes, this tragedy that is my life will now by my screen play and then i wont be depressed anymore. i will magically have all this money from writing this fantastic screenplay and i wont have Seasonal Affective Disorder because i'll never have to be here during winter. &lt;br /&gt;        I wont feel doomed or useless, or miserable, because at the end of my screenplay Diane keaton learns to love herslf and learns to make herself happy, somehow. it would be terrible if she lived her whole life with this crippling chemical embalance and was never truelyhappy the rest of her life, right?&lt;br /&gt;its never been this bad. I've neveer felt so low. &lt;br /&gt;       Any chance of hope i reason away with brutal cynicism. I keep distancing myself from people who love me, mostly because i know they dont want my personal baggage, and partly because i'm no sure what all that baggage entails. i dotn know whats wrong, i dont know why i cant snap out of it, i dont know why i miss everyone but i never call and see how they're doing. i dont know why i complaine about doing nothing but never go out when someone asks me on short notice.&lt;br /&gt;what if they are just better off without me, but then i cant help but feel left out when i see facebook pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I wan to sing again. I want to make people happy with my voice. is that pretentious? mostly i just want the praise... pathetic.  My mind is a mess. i dont think i've had one cohearant thought, rambling about Diane keaton and drowning... and yet they are somehow related. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i know i spelled things wrong. i just dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7805954253301562515?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7805954253301562515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7805954253301562515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7805954253301562515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7805954253301562515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad.html' title='S.A.D.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1194688420599328062</id><published>2008-11-05T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:40:03.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick update</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who dont know, i'm in Indiana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dig it so far! If i wasnt so in love with Minneapolis i probably wouldnt mind moving to Indianapolis, its a nice city, like minneapolis only not as quwirky (i have no idea how to spell that...) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far i've been super busy, but its a good busy. I've decided i really like opening restaurants and training people. i like typing up 'get to know you games' and rolling with the punches. i dont really know how to describe all the stuff i've been doing, but i really am enjoying it :D and it makes me happy that i'm taking pride in the things that i'm doing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i'll try and update later! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1194688420599328062?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1194688420599328062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1194688420599328062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1194688420599328062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1194688420599328062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-quick-update.html' title='just a quick update'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3525442528306120409</id><published>2008-10-25T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:11:24.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i cant help but REALLY like this video</title><content type='html'>i hate pop music for the most part. but this video for some reason i just really like! i cant help it, GAHH i wish i could dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=44628262"&gt;Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44628262,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44628262,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you guys suck at commenting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3525442528306120409?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3525442528306120409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3525442528306120409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3525442528306120409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3525442528306120409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-i-cant-help-but-really-like-this.html' title='ok i cant help but REALLY like this video'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1631041652066234566</id><published>2008-10-23T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:38:46.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't give up on you, you know thats what i'm sayin'</title><content type='html'>So i've decided to be a Freudian Slip because its quick and easy, but still clever. and i rarely have the opportunity to be clever. I'd be Cher, but i would over think it and probably spend way too much money trying to achieve 'the cher-ness'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In other news, my job is sending me to Indiana for 2 weeks to train another restaurant! more money,free plane tickets, free food, free hotel... but 10 hour days 6 days a week. I'm sure it will get old, but its too much money to pass up. and it would be awesome to put on a resume 'Corporate Trainer.' &lt;br /&gt;   Although i wont be able to traditionally vote, which i'm kind of bummed about. since i'm already registered i just walk into an office and fill out the ballot. i dont get to go into a booth or anything- which is what i was kinda geeking out about. Sounds fun to me haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also get to go to Arizona/ Las Vegas the week after christmas to visit my parents! so hey, californians, we should TOTALLY meet in Vegas! that would truely be badass because i miss everyone like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know what my comfort foods are? I figured them out i think, the Misquette Chicken from Quiznos, and Corned beef. odd, but i immediately feel at ease when i eat these 2 foods.... wow that sounds so pathetic. what are your comfort foods? ...please answer so i dont feel like such a fatty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've also renewed my love for the movie Dan in Real Life.... it really is that good. i know some disagree with me, but i just... *sigh* it makes me so happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  this post is all over the place. why not end it with a cute video of micro teacup chihuahua's!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EzzMVAiL58&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EzzMVAiL58&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1631041652066234566?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1631041652066234566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1631041652066234566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1631041652066234566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1631041652066234566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wont-give-up-on-you-you-know-thats.html' title='I won&apos;t give up on you, you know thats what i&apos;m sayin&apos;'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-348510842652222125</id><published>2008-10-20T16:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:15:37.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so you guys are officially not helpful at all!!</title><content type='html'>Alright help me out now guys, top 4 costume ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Freudian Slip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Raisin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.leaf blower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cher*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok, so for those who dont know, i do a really really lame cher impression that i'm pretty sure only i will think is funny at this party im going to seeing how i wont know anyone. But it would be kinda fun to dress like a tranny (pretty much).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-348510842652222125?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/348510842652222125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=348510842652222125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/348510842652222125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/348510842652222125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-so-you-guys-are-officially-not.html' title='Ok, so you guys are officially not helpful at all!!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1456903062571340782</id><published>2008-10-12T20:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:13:53.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costume Ideas.</title><content type='html'>So this is like, my first costume party that i havent thrown myself. i want to dress to impress so i need some creative ideas. i've snooped around and here are my options, thus far (Votes and Opinions are greatly needed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sarah Palin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eggs over easy (i'd make something that looks like eggs and put it on my head and then dress really slutty- eggs over easy...get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smartie Pants (bag of smarties on jeans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IPod commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiredblogs.typepad.com/cultofmac/castroipodders300225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://wiredblogs.typepad.com/cultofmac/castroipodders300225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.A Cereal Killer&lt;br /&gt;Directions: This one is easy and clever for grown-ups or older kids. Wear white sweatshirt and black pants. Go to the grocery store and buy the 8-pack of miniature cereal boxes. There are several ways to make this one happen (Krazy Glue, rolled clear packing tape), but basically you are going to affix these cereal boxes to your sweatshirt and pants (not while you're wearing them). Use a knife to 'viciously' cut open the boxes- glue some of the pieces of Fruit Loops, etc so it looks like they are spilling out of the box. You can get creative with fake blood or food coloring 'dripping' around your outfit. You should affix a knife to your shirt too. Bam. You're a cereal killer! Clever, cheap creative Halloween costume for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Easy Halloween Costume: Freudian Slip&lt;br /&gt;Directions:Get a one-piece white slip and write FREUD on it with a thick black marker. Now what could be an easier Halloween costume than that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Kat Von D. &lt;br /&gt;Directions: this one could be kinda fun, i'd just draw tattoos all over my body and face and wear a lot of make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Homeless person (will work/dance for candy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Raisin&lt;br /&gt;Directions:black trash yard bag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Melted Snow Man&lt;br /&gt;Directions: Drench yourself in water and carry around two sticks, a scarf and a carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 5. Chia Pet &lt;br /&gt;Directions: Wrap yourself in duct tape so the sticky part is facing out, then roll around on the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Used Car Salesman&lt;br /&gt;Directions: Wear a bright plaid polyester suit and slicked-back hair. Hand out business cards and tell everyone you can get them a "great deal!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ceiling Fan&lt;br /&gt;Directions: Write "Go Ceilings!" on the front of your shirt. Add other gear if you want (pom poms, big foam finger, etc.) And don't forget to cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Leaf Blower: &lt;br /&gt;Directions: Wear a baseball cap with a leaf dangling down in front of your face. When someone asks what you are, blow on the leaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1456903062571340782?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1456903062571340782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1456903062571340782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1456903062571340782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1456903062571340782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-costume-ideas.html' title='Halloween Costume Ideas.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-140871921950650471</id><published>2008-10-10T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:34:12.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I won the Lottery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://millionairemakerpackage.com/images_rm/r52784_142108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://millionairemakerpackage.com/images_rm/r52784_142108.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought this would be kinda fun* to figure out. If after taxes i ended up winning 100 million dollars, what would i spend it on? Well let me break it down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*fun/torment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First i would buy the &lt;strong&gt;2009 Toyota Camry Hybrid&lt;/strong&gt;. I love my camry, i really, really do. But lets face it, its 14 years old and will probably die soon (my poor Raquel baby!). so i'd need new wheels, and this car not only is beautiful, but its practicle. if my 1994 camry has lasted me this long, i'm sure the 2009 would go even longer. so there goes my first $19,145. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.automotiveaddicts.com/magazine/images/2007toyotacamryhybrid/2007ToyotaCamryHybridBeautyRightUp01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.automotiveaddicts.com/magazine/images/2007toyotacamryhybrid/2007ToyotaCamryHybridBeautyRightUp01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would pay off all my &lt;strong&gt;student loans&lt;/strong&gt;: $35,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I would pay off all my &lt;strong&gt;personal debt&lt;/strong&gt;: $1,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay off all my &lt;strong&gt;families debt&lt;/strong&gt;: $40,000 (thats just a guesstimate but i thought i'd rather be over than under)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off all my &lt;strong&gt;sisters student loans&lt;/strong&gt;: $100,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy a really nice &lt;strong&gt;apartment/condo &lt;/strong&gt;in Minneapolis (preferably near Lake Calhoun): I'm not really sure how much this would cost... i'lll just say... $15,000?&lt;br /&gt;   +8,000 for all the stuff to put into the new apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drewhensel.org/images/minneapolis_from_calhoun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://drewhensel.org/images/minneapolis_from_calhoun.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Buy my &lt;strong&gt;parents a nice house in Scottsdale AND in Minnesota &lt;/strong&gt;so they can be &lt;strong&gt;Snow Birds&lt;/strong&gt;: $1.5 Million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://206.47.170.43/channels/images/florida-house456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://206.47.170.43/channels/images/florida-house456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Travel the world&lt;/strong&gt;. Now i'm not limiting this to a certain amount of time, over the years i'd want to travel all over AND i want to pay for my friends to come with so: $2,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Fund my sisters &lt;strong&gt;missionary work &lt;/strong&gt;so she can focus on where God wants her to go, and never have to worry about the 'how': $3,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Set up a &lt;strong&gt;scholarship fund&lt;/strong&gt; for anyone who has the heart to go to the Stieger International Disciplship Training School in New Zealand: $25 Million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Buy a &lt;strong&gt;boat&lt;/strong&gt;... what can i say, i've always wanted a boat heh..: $600,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelizmo.com/archives/cruisers-yachts-520-sports-coupe-sport-boat-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.travelizmo.com/archives/cruisers-yachts-520-sports-coupe-sport-boat-2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Buy&lt;strong&gt; 2 dogs &lt;/strong&gt;a Puggle (a cross between a pug and a beagle), and a Shiba Inu: $800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://petsworldri.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/1aPuggleCute20028.31165535_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://petsworldri.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/1aPuggleCute20028.31165535_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ameridogs.com/images/BreedShibapup5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ameridogs.com/images/BreedShibapup5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Buy &lt;strong&gt;New clothes &lt;/strong&gt;(i am a girl after all): $4,000 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Buy all the&lt;strong&gt; movies &lt;/strong&gt;i've ever wanted: $2,500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Invest&lt;/strong&gt; in the de-salination of water, and wind energy: $1,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy the&lt;strong&gt; Salvage Yard &lt;/strong&gt;a church of their own: $1,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Buy a really nice &lt;strong&gt;computer&lt;/strong&gt;: $3,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Buy enough books to make my own little library: $2,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a0.vox.com/6a00c225256b2c604a00cd971d5ec04cd5-320pi"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a0.vox.com/6a00c225256b2c604a00cd971d5ec04cd5-320pi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Make a CD, why not!: $7,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Sit front row at a Broadway Show with all of my friends: $1,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Employ a personal chef (ideally Ina Garten aka Barefoot Contessa) and maid for the rest of my life: $2,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onlineathens.com/images/012905/14293_512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://onlineathens.com/images/012905/14293_512.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20,000&lt;br /&gt;+35,000&lt;br /&gt;+1,000&lt;br /&gt;+40,000&lt;br /&gt;+100,000&lt;br /&gt;+15,000&lt;br /&gt;+8,000&lt;br /&gt;+1,500,000&lt;br /&gt;+2,000,000&lt;br /&gt;+3,000,000&lt;br /&gt;+25,000,000&lt;br /&gt;+600,000&lt;br /&gt;+800&lt;br /&gt;+4,000&lt;br /&gt;+2,500&lt;br /&gt;+1,000,000&lt;br /&gt;+1,000,000&lt;br /&gt;+3,000&lt;br /&gt;+2,000&lt;br /&gt;+7,000&lt;br /&gt;+1,000&lt;br /&gt;+2,000,000&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;strong&gt;$36,339,300&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leaves me &lt;strong&gt;$63,660,700&lt;/strong&gt; left to leave in a bank and let it acrue interest to leave to my children someday. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-140871921950650471?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/140871921950650471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=140871921950650471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/140871921950650471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/140871921950650471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-won-lottery.html' title='If I won the Lottery.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-5624885560454920911</id><published>2008-10-07T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:42:03.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Mitch Hedberg</title><content type='html'>I got a “Do-Not-Disturb” sign on my hotel door. It says “Do Not Disturb”; it’s time we go with “Don’t Disturb”. It’s been “Do Not” for too long. We need to embrace the contraction. “Don’t disturb”; “Do Not” psyches you out. “Do”: “Alright, I get to disturb this guy”. “Not”: “Shit! I need to read faster!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this wino, he was eating grapes. I was like, “Dude, you have to wait.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a house, it’s a two-bedroom house. But I think it’s up to me how many bedrooms there are, don’t you? Fuck you, real estate lady, this bedroom has an oven in it. This bedroom has a lot of people sitting around watching TV. This bedroom is over in that guy’s house. “Sir, you’ve got one of my bedrooms, are you aware? Don’t decorate it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a microwave, but I do have a clock that occasionally cooks shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every McDonald’s commercial ends the same way, right? Every McDonald’s commercials end like this: “Prices and participation may vary.” Now I wanna open a McDonald’s and not participate in anything. I wanna be a stubborn McDonald’s owner. I’ll say,”Cheeseburgers? Nope. We got spaghetti! And blankets.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an oscillating fan at my house, the fan goes back and forth; it looks like it’s saying “no.” So I like[, ask] it questions that a fan would say “no” to. “Do you keep my hair in place? Do you keep my documents in order? Do you have three settings? Liar! My fan fucking lied to me. Now I will pull the [plug out]. Now you ain’t saying shit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I’m sick of following my dreams, man. I’m just going to ask where they’re going and hook up with ‘em later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a neighbor, and whenever he would knock on my wall I knew he wanted me to turn my music down, and that made me angry because I like loud music, so when he knocked on the wall I’d mess with his head. I’d say: “Go around! I cannot open the wall. I don’t know if you have a doorknob on the other side, but over here there’s nothing. It’s just flat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy a candleholder, but the store didn’t have one. So I got a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a girlfriend. I just know a girl who would get really mad if she heard me say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholism is a disease, but it’s like the only disease that you can get yelled at for having. “DAMMIT, OTTO, YOU’RE AN ALCOHOLIC.” “DAMMIT, OTTO, YOU HAVE LUPUS.” One of those two doesn’t sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not good at golf, I never got good. I never got a hole in one, but I did hit a guy. And that’s way more satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate turtlenecks. Wearing a turtleneck is like being strangled by a really weak guy. All day. Like, if you wear a turtleneck and a backpack, it’s like a weak midget trying to bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a doughnut, and they gave me a receipt. There is no need for that, man. I’ll just give you the money, you give me the doughnut. End of transaction. We do not need to bring ink and paper into this. I cannot imagine a situation in which I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut…some sceptical friend?: “Hey man! Don’t even act like I didn’t buy that doughnut! I got the documentation right here…damn…I forgot it at home… it’s in the filing cabinet…under D…for doughnut.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went camping once, and got into an argument with a girlfriend in the tent. This is a really bad place to get in an argument, because I walked out and attempted to “slam the flap.” How are you supposed to express your anger in this type of situation? Zipper it up really quick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like an escalator, man, ’cause an escalator can never break. It can only become stairs. There would never be an “Escalator Temporarily Out of Order” sign, only “Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the Fact That You Can Still Get Up There “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing a letter to my dad. I was going to write “I really enjoy being here,” but I accidentally wrote “rarely” instead of “really”. I still wanted to use it, so I wrote, “I rarely drive steamboats, Dad. There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about me. Quit tryin’ to act as if I am a steamboat operator.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, on a traffic light green means go, and red means stop, but on a banana it’s just the opposite. Green means hold on… Yellow means go ahead, and red means “Where the fuck did you get that banana at?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m against picketing, but I don’t know how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shirt is “dry-clean only,” which means it’s dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I helped my friend stay put. It’s a lot easier than helping somebody move. I went over to his house and made sure he didn’t start to move shit into a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up a yoghurt, and underneath the lid it said “please try again” because they were having a contest I was unaware of. But I thought I might have opened the yoghurt wrong. Or maybe Yoplait was trying to inspire me. Come on Mitchel, don’t give up, please try again! A message of inspiration from your friends at Yoplait. Fruit on Bottom, Hope on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I was on the Craig Kilborn show, and the next day, I flew to Minneapolis. I was at the airport, a guy came up, he said, “Dude! I saw you on TV last night!” But he did not say whether or not he thought I was good; he just confirmed I was on television. So I turned my head away from him for about a minute, then i turned it back. I said, “Dude! I saw you at the airport, about a minute ago. And you were good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, this guy handed me a picture of him, he said, “Here’s a picture of me when I was younger.” Every picture is of you when you were younger. “Here’s a picture of me when I’m older.” “You son of a bitch! How’d you pull that off? Lemme see that camera!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate said, he goes, “I need to shave and use the shower. Does anyone need to use the bathroom?” It’s like some weird-ass quiz where he reveals the answer first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the American-Canadian border, ‘cuz if you’re walking on the border with a friend, and you push your friend into Canada, he can’t push you back right away, ‘cuz first he has to go through customs. “What brings you to Canada?”:[Points to the side] “That asshole.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like rice. Rice is great when you’re hungry and you want 2,000 of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a commercial on late night TV, it said, “Forget everything you know about slipcovers.” So I did. And it was a load off my mind. Then the commercial tried to sell me slipcovers, and I didn’t know what the hell they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you['re trying to get to] sleep, count sheep. Don’t count endangered animals; you will run out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-5624885560454920911?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5624885560454920911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=5624885560454920911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5624885560454920911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5624885560454920911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-3-mitch-hedberg.html' title='I &lt;3 Mitch Hedberg'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3917368327152188836</id><published>2008-09-30T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:51:44.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>i didnt go... I suck so hardcore. but to be fair derek said he's almost positive i could get a job at Macaroni Grill, which would pay better. so... yeah. but if i dont then... i dont know i'm talking to my manager at Houlihans about getting more hours so... who knows. i just wish it didnt have to be so complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3917368327152188836?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3917368327152188836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3917368327152188836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3917368327152188836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3917368327152188836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-8985293562092752499</id><published>2008-09-30T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:09:33.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>So i have an interview at Chili's today at 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure how i feel about that. Money is money, but i dont know... hell i should shut up. i sound like such a snob right now. i just feel like if someone i know were to come in i would be so embarassed... they'd be like "oh yeah i have a fabulous life" and i'd have to look at them and say "yeah... i just work at chilis..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do need the money... i guess i just need to put my pride aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-8985293562092752499?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8985293562092752499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=8985293562092752499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8985293562092752499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8985293562092752499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6538542294488597158</id><published>2008-09-26T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:22:00.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You have new Picture Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SN206CXawwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KLXXuddwxuc/s1600-h/image-upload-720716.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SN206CXawwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KLXXuddwxuc/s320/image-upload-720716.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250551649744372482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I did it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6538542294488597158?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6538542294488597158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6538542294488597158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6538542294488597158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6538542294488597158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-have-new-picture-mail.html' title='You have new Picture Mail!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SN206CXawwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KLXXuddwxuc/s72-c/image-upload-720716.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-856450436210120632</id><published>2008-09-26T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:17:29.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.starzlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/l_5d1eb44d86183157b0a1794ce04c5653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://blog.starzlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/l_5d1eb44d86183157b0a1794ce04c5653.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think she looks really sick and disgusting in this picture? Its like she just threw up and then tried to make it look cute or something. I'm not a fan of her music, or her at all really, but she is rather pretty and so when i saw this in target today i was really suprised because she looks so terrible. why not use this picture? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanessahudgens.es/themes/vhudgens/grafica/fotos/vanessa_hudgens_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.vanessahudgens.es/themes/vhudgens/grafica/fotos/vanessa_hudgens_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-856450436210120632?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/856450436210120632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=856450436210120632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/856450436210120632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/856450436210120632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmm.html' title='hmm....'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3878439930425447613</id><published>2008-09-15T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:43:26.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* this always makes me so happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/841v0CfdpmA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/841v0CfdpmA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3878439930425447613?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3878439930425447613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3878439930425447613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3878439930425447613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3878439930425447613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh-this-always-makes-me-so-happy.html' title='*sigh* this always makes me so happy.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-4455981152938270067</id><published>2008-09-13T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:03:03.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Bangs?</title><content type='html'>So a few friends have told me i should get my "asian bangs" again. Even going as far to call them "legendary" or "they're like you're trade mark...even though you only had them for a little while." So... thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx-ZiYvKjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4Awl27LMW2w/s1600-h/me16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx-ZiYvKjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4Awl27LMW2w/s320/me16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245706643172174386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx9RS6892I/AAAAAAAAAHs/pYsG38TRaa8/s1600-h/AfterNewYears07!+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx9RS6892I/AAAAAAAAAHs/pYsG38TRaa8/s320/AfterNewYears07!+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245705402070136674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx9RZb2I-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZXe8JtmZ5Z4/s1600-h/me15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx9RZb2I-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZXe8JtmZ5Z4/s320/me15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245705403818714082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx9RTneAFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XS9ru57iPa0/s1600-h/n139000906_30104255_3582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx9RTneAFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XS9ru57iPa0/s320/n139000906_30104255_3582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245705402256851026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx9RjwrOLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/phYWk1kuDFY/s1600-h/Wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx9RjwrOLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/phYWk1kuDFY/s320/Wicked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245705406590433458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx-ys_q9TI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cMiYxqyJNPs/s1600-h/n139000906_30104397_6627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx-ys_q9TI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cMiYxqyJNPs/s320/n139000906_30104397_6627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245707075516560690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm thinking more about the anti-eyebrow. so far its split 50/50 between the people i know as to wether or not i can pull it off. so stay tuned to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-4455981152938270067?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4455981152938270067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=4455981152938270067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4455981152938270067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4455981152938270067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/asian-bangs.html' title='Asian Bangs?'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMx-ZiYvKjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4Awl27LMW2w/s72-c/me16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-650175446105597227</id><published>2008-09-08T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:35:14.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Called the Anti-Eyebrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMXuvV-iKzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fERseiB_QNI/s1600-h/antieye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMXuvV-iKzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fERseiB_QNI/s320/antieye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243859838263503666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMXuvWW-HeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ODmYbGPBRBA/s1600-h/antieye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMXuvWW-HeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ODmYbGPBRBA/s320/antieye2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243859838365998562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMXuvTU5p_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/m53YdShIZ1I/s1600-h/antieye3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMXuvTU5p_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/m53YdShIZ1I/s320/antieye3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243859837552011250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. work has been really good, i like it a lot. However, i'm not making as much as i would like to so ithink i may have to get another job :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-650175446105597227?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/650175446105597227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=650175446105597227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/650175446105597227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/650175446105597227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-called-anti-eyebrow.html' title='Its Called the Anti-Eyebrow'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SMXuvV-iKzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fERseiB_QNI/s72-c/antieye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6527072631972423494</id><published>2008-08-11T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:49:11.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>I start Houlihans on sunday! well, ok, orientation is on sunday- but still! I'm so nervous! will i be any good at it? I've never worked at a 'restaurant-restaurant' unless you count numerous coffee shops as restaurants. For those who have, any tips? i need all the help i can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6527072631972423494?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6527072631972423494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6527072631972423494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6527072631972423494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6527072631972423494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/eeeeeee.html' title='eeeeeee!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-4719499526788370695</id><published>2008-08-04T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:18:15.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight of the Conchords</title><content type='html'>is awesome. I know when i put of videos no one really watches them, but trust me you will LOVE these :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-4719499526788370695?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4719499526788370695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=4719499526788370695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4719499526788370695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4719499526788370695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/flight-of-conchords.html' title='Flight of the Conchords'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-660248493005597224</id><published>2008-07-31T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:37:51.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>Welp i guess surveys are better left on myspace heh. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so good news I GOT A JOB AS A SERVER AT HOULIHANS! houlihans is a great restaurant. i like it. and i get tips so even better :D Its at the airport so i get this special badge, so technically they havent offered me the job because my badge hasnt cleared with the airport but once it does i am SO in! So yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-660248493005597224?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/660248493005597224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=660248493005597224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/660248493005597224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/660248493005597224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3527805636333029823</id><published>2008-07-28T15:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:42:56.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Tagged me...but not physically because she lives to far and needs to come visit me really really soon.</title><content type='html'>What are 5 things on your to-do list for today?&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Dunn Bros interview&lt;br /&gt;2. Meet my cousin Taryn for dinner&lt;br /&gt;3. possibly hang out with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;4. look for jobs online&lt;br /&gt;5. uh... sit somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 snacks you enjoy? &lt;br /&gt;1. chocolate anything&lt;br /&gt;2. Gummi things&lt;br /&gt;3. Tetziki and pita&lt;br /&gt;4. meat.&lt;br /&gt;5. chocolate chip cookies (especially my moms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 things you would do if you were a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a house.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off all my debt&lt;br /&gt;3. Pay off all my families debt&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;5. Start up a sort of scholarship program for people who need money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 of your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;1. obsessively applying chapstick.&lt;br /&gt;2. not brushing my teeth enough (gross i know, i just forget)&lt;br /&gt;3. procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;4. laziness&lt;br /&gt;5. anger issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are 5 places you have lived?&lt;br /&gt;1. Riverside CA&lt;br /&gt;2. 620 Saxony Cr. Chaska MN&lt;br /&gt;3. 2245 kessler ct. chaska mn&lt;br /&gt;4. St.Louis Park MN &lt;br /&gt;5. Russell Springs KY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 jobs you've had?&lt;br /&gt;1. Night Receptionist&lt;br /&gt;2. Barista and Caribou Coffee&lt;br /&gt;3. Sales Associate at Bath and BOdy Works&lt;br /&gt;4. Barista at Borders Books&lt;br /&gt;5. Updating medical files at a hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 5 people do you want to tag?&lt;br /&gt;1. Katie McCloskey!&lt;br /&gt;2. Katelyn&lt;br /&gt;3. Derek&lt;br /&gt;4. Katie (my sister)&lt;br /&gt;5. Janai (even though she barely blogs anymore like she should)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3527805636333029823?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3527805636333029823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3527805636333029823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3527805636333029823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3527805636333029823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/rachel-tagged-mebut-not-physically.html' title='Rachel Tagged me...but not physically because she lives to far and needs to come visit me really really soon.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7218679995480588386</id><published>2008-07-26T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:43:15.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies that are totally NOT over-rated.</title><content type='html'>You know, some movies arent over rated at all, they really are just THAT good. Here are some of my fav's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The Dark Night.&lt;/strong&gt; It is worth all the hype its getting because its amazing. I never wanted it to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Lars and the Real Girl.&lt;/strong&gt; I was kind of worried that it would be one of those "oohh yeah its so awesome just because its indie" movies that really arent that great but people worship just to be cool *coughGardenStatecough* But it really is sweeet, and Ryan Gosling is so awkward and wonderful and your heart just breaks for the guy. I loved it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;The Lord of the Rings Trilogy.&lt;/strong&gt; Even if you cant get into story (even though its really easy to get sucked into the nerdy tractor beam of LOTR knowledge) Its a feast for the eyes. I mean, so much detail was put into it, they didnt leave anything out. Its so rich and in depth that you just get swept away watching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt;Forrest Gump.&lt;/strong&gt; I have to admit, i didnt like it when it first came out. But uh... i was 6 so, cut me some slack. I didnt understand all the things that were going on. I didnt understand how awesome it was to view history through the unbiased eyes of a  child. What is sad though is that Jenny died of AIDS... after she slept with Forrest... meaning Forrest and possibly Forrest Jr. probably have AIDS too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Superbad.&lt;/strong&gt; Its not overrated because everyone knew those guys in highschool. Every one has known a few nerdy perv's who sat in their dads basement drinking cheap beer and watching porn. I'd say its the most accurate highschool movie of our generation. Then again, some girls grew up in a "mean girls/breakfast club" highschool and i never did so... yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Love Actually.&lt;/strong&gt; I hate chick flicks. HATE them. A LOT. But i love this movie. Mostly because it shows all different types of love, and how it's not perfect. But it also shows how beautiful it can be. Makes me believe in love, as unbelievably corny as that sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt; The Boondock Saints.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not very big on action movies, but i think this brings more to the table then your average action movie. Its a movie about Justice, and what it really means. No i dont support what their doing, but i dont support a corrupt system either. BAH just watch it if you havent. its good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Good Will Hunting.&lt;/strong&gt; By far the best Robin Williams movie, heck its my favorite Matt Damon movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;The Usual Suspects.&lt;/strong&gt; 100% Badass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Pulp Fiction.&lt;/strong&gt; One of those 'must see' movies. Its delightful, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i got for now, but i'll probably think of more later. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7218679995480588386?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7218679995480588386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7218679995480588386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7218679995480588386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7218679995480588386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/movies-that-are-totally-not-over-rated.html' title='Movies that are totally NOT over-rated.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2179109165662125211</id><published>2008-07-24T00:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:39:40.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, time for a new blog... but what about? hmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2179109165662125211?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2179109165662125211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2179109165662125211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2179109165662125211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2179109165662125211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-time-for-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3484147203890979261</id><published>2008-07-17T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:02:22.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>well i sucked it up on the Panera Bread interview... because iiiii suck. I need to get my act together. I need a Job where i'll be happy... i mean, i know you cant always be happy with your job but god... it sucked going to work when i hated it... i had something good and i blew it, because i'm a tard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel pretty low... I hate bitching but... its just too easy ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to make a lot of money. anyone know any good jobs where you can make a lot of money, besides prostitution? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i looked glamerous. i wish i had hair that didnt suck. I wish clothes looked good on me. I wish i didnt compare myself to others. i wish i had motivation. i wish.... i wish too much and too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3484147203890979261?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3484147203890979261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3484147203890979261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3484147203890979261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3484147203890979261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_17.html' title=':/'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7654910664357047979</id><published>2008-07-12T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:27:27.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY  CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I USED TO WATCH THIS ALMOST EVERYDAY EVEN IN HIGHSCHOOL I LOVE THIS!!! I CANT BELIEVE I FOUND IT OMG!!! I mean, its broken up into 6 parts, but this is seriously one of my favorite movies of all time. i wish i could find the VHS tape! i'm so happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/drQokvF_BhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/drQokvF_BhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_13q3072yU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_13q3072yU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lq7XefDwgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lq7XefDwgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4T9BUeyf6Nc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4T9BUeyf6Nc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HEqcoGnXOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HEqcoGnXOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2VWhdjTwWk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2VWhdjTwWk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7654910664357047979?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7654910664357047979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7654910664357047979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7654910664357047979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7654910664357047979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-crap.html' title='HOLY  CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6986629944732621287</id><published>2008-07-12T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:20:04.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so because i feel so down...</title><content type='html'>so because i feel like crap i'm putting up a bunch of videos featuring cute animals. Cute animals always make me feel a smidge better. www.kittenwar.com has always made me happy, so why not this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZ6zJrnJNCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZ6zJrnJNCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song is AMAZING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHq0SlcRh8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHq0SlcRh8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sum5M5nv4II&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sum5M5nv4II&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDnxDQZ3ZYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDnxDQZ3ZYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Words: Baby Pomeranians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4F-ThJ6CMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4F-ThJ6CMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWE these are why my dogs looked like when they were puppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpDQIpHiDOs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpDQIpHiDOs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k4gO44dQ8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k4gO44dQ8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6986629944732621287?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6986629944732621287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6986629944732621287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6986629944732621287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6986629944732621287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-because-i-feel-so-down.html' title='so because i feel so down...'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7425447619932844152</id><published>2008-07-11T16:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:51:24.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i lost my job. i'm terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7425447619932844152?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7425447619932844152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7425447619932844152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7425447619932844152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7425447619932844152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2768365052612953981</id><published>2008-07-02T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:36:31.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>even though he spelled it wrong, i love it :)</title><content type='html'>No time to see where you went abegail&lt;br /&gt;moving throughout dallow water to spill&lt;br /&gt;there crash a wave torn apart on its sail&lt;br /&gt;hope I will see the end one maybe will&lt;br /&gt;open eyes to see it all&lt;br /&gt;I've known you at six feet tall&lt;br /&gt;no time to see where you'll drift abigail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Abegail Anne' by Jeremy Enigk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2768365052612953981?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2768365052612953981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2768365052612953981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2768365052612953981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2768365052612953981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/even-though-he-spelled-it-wrong-i-love.html' title='even though he spelled it wrong, i love it :)'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2761884065578928888</id><published>2008-06-22T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:49:32.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>a coma sounds nice right about now... i could just sleep. i wouldnt have to worry about money, or gas, or how i'm going to get groceries, or how i'm going to get to work, or how i hurt people, or how angry i am, or how i'm not a good person, or how much i'm suffocating... i could just lay down and not have to think for a month or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then my mom would have to pay for my hospital bills. and she just lost her job. and i just got into a car accident. and i'm losing my home. and i just want to feel sorry for myself even though i know it wont help anything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yep a coma sounds nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2761884065578928888?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2761884065578928888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2761884065578928888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2761884065578928888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2761884065578928888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3948278559248951323</id><published>2008-06-13T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:07:35.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SFMy8ydBRxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/49F94ExeMKU/s1600-h/image-upload-783794.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SFMy8ydBRxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/49F94ExeMKU/s320/image-upload-783794.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211565213714827026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is the new tattoo derek got me for my birthday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SFNXlZ8B87I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qnu_O4w9Ank/s1600-h/SEAGULL+connection+to+otherworlds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SFNXlZ8B87I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qnu_O4w9Ank/s320/SEAGULL+connection+to+otherworlds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211605493927244722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was the picture it was based on! I loved it because next to the picture it said this: "Although this sea bird does not figure in Celtic legend, it is connected to Lir, the Sea-God and, like many other birds, was considered to be a messenger from the Otherworlds. Also known as a connection to other worlds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny because i hate seagulls, they are mean horrible birds.But i can be a mean horrible bird too, and if they can still be a messenger of God in spite of the fact that they are selfish and horrible then so can i. And yes i'm aware that i'm not Irish. However, i once had a vision where i met God in Ireland and everything became a lot clearer... its a bit personal, but thats why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I applied for the Cafe Supervisor postion at Borders, my boss said that i was one of the frontrunners for the position so i have a good chance. It would be amazing if i got it, i'd get paid 10 dollars an hour and work full time so i wouldnt have to get a second job so please, please, please pray for me! thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3948278559248951323?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3948278559248951323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3948278559248951323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3948278559248951323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3948278559248951323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-have-new-picture-mail.html' title='Tattoo...'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SFMy8ydBRxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/49F94ExeMKU/s72-c/image-upload-783794.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-4173646757459609666</id><published>2008-06-04T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:51:01.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Always Sunny with Jack Handy :)</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share these with you all because they make me tear up with laughter, and thats the best kind :) Happy Wednesday/day before my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Me its a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anyone says "Hey can you give me a hand?" You can say, "sorry, got these sacks" -Jack Handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever some asks me to define love, i usually spin around and pin the guy's arm behind his back. &lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt; Who's asking questions?" -Jack Handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IF you're an ant walking across pudding, you probably have no idea the only thing between you and disaster is the strength of the pudding skin" -Jack Handy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's true that everytime a bell rings an angel gets its wings, but what they dont tell you is everytime you hear a mousetrap snap an angel gets set on fire!" -Jack Handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If i come back as a horse fly, I think my favorite thing would be to land on someones lip. Even if they smack you, Ick! You're all over their lip!" -Jack Handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate listening to people's dreams. It is like flipping through a stack of photographs. If I'm not in any of them and nobody is having sex, I just don't care." -Dennis from Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're good today, I'm gonna buy you anything that you want... anything in the world, alright? [Tommy spits on Charlie] Oh my god! I will smash your face into a... into a jelly!" -Charlie from Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Dennis&lt;/strong&gt;: What the hell is going on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;: That's Tammy, Trey's ex-girlfriend. This is classic Tammy. Trey broke up with Tammy because Maureen Kanallen said that she saw Tammy flirting with Walt Timny at a party, but she was only doing it to make Trey jealous because you know, she thought that Trey secretly liked Erin Henebry, but he doesn't like Erin Henebry, it was all a bunch of bull. &lt;br /&gt;[Sweet Dee wanders over in a drunken stupor] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Dee&lt;/strong&gt;: What is happening? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie:&lt;/strong&gt; That's Tammy, Trey's ex-girlfriend. This is classic Tammy. Trey broke up with Tammy because-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay, you know what Charlie, you gotta stop, honestly..."&lt;br /&gt;-It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;: This costume, the chicks is gonna go crazy all over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank&lt;/strong&gt;: Maybe you should let me do all the talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;: No, it's like shooting fish in a barrel. So watch and learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stripper&lt;/strong&gt;: Awww, look at you sweetie, what happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;: [shouting] Viet-goddamn-nam is what happened! Go get me a beer, bitch!"  -It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. I'm a recovering crack head. This is my retarded sister that I take care of. I'd like some welfare, please." -Dennis from Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;: It says M-meet... and then a bunch of words after it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dennis&lt;/strong&gt;: It says meet me in the parking lot, Frank. I think you have a learning disorder bro." -It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" [singing] I'm gonna rise up, gonna kick a little ass, gonna kick some ass in the USA. Gonna climb a mountain, gonna sew a flag, gonna fly on an eagle. I'm gonna kick some butt, I'm gonna drive a big truck, I'm gonna rule this world, I'm gonna kick some ass, I'm gonna rise up, I'm gonna kick a little ass. ROCK, FLAG, AND EAGLE." -Charlie from Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-4173646757459609666?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4173646757459609666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=4173646757459609666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4173646757459609666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4173646757459609666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-always-sunny-with-jack-handy.html' title='It&apos;s Always Sunny with Jack Handy :)'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3162098446637887899</id><published>2008-06-01T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:21:15.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 years old on June 5th</title><content type='html'>So my birthday is in 4 days. i need some good ideas of things i can do that are still cheap. i have basically no money at all. well... i do get paid on the 6th though, so maybe on the weekend i can plan something... but still! What is something really fun and really really cheap? i'd like to have a party because i always used to have theme parties and i LOVE theme parties, but i dont want to have to buy a bunch of party stuff... boo. I wish i wasnt so Poo' (pronounced 'Pou' like Pour without the 'R'... the joke is i'm so poor i cant even afford the 'R', i'm not poo as in crap). So yeah... Ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3162098446637887899?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3162098446637887899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3162098446637887899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3162098446637887899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3162098446637887899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/20-years-old-on-june-5th.html' title='20 years old on June 5th'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2433096137903950278</id><published>2008-05-25T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:25:27.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>i figure its time for an update... but i'm not sure what to say. i need another job, and i might do a Mary Kay-esque type thing with a company called Arbonne. which wouldnt be so bad, but would certainly take me out of my comfort zone. Plus i might end up like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.busybeebys.co.uk/aspbite_protect/imagemod/general/mary_kay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.busybeebys.co.uk/aspbite_protect/imagemod/general/mary_kay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2433096137903950278?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2433096137903950278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2433096137903950278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2433096137903950278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2433096137903950278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3233137125778103048</id><published>2008-05-13T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:32:26.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Abby Rosenberg and I Have A Lot Of Love to Give.</title><content type='html'>so i have to gush about derek for a second. while i was at work he cleaned the whole house (he even mopped!) and made me delicious lasagna all by himself. He wasnt sure how to make it so he asked a bunch of women in the grocery store and they helped him GAHH thats so cute! Things have been going really well lately :) and then the other night we watched Star Wars: Return of the Jedi and ate S'mores. i feel at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3233137125778103048?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3233137125778103048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3233137125778103048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3233137125778103048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3233137125778103048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-name-is-abby-rosenberg-and-i-have.html' title='My Name is Abby Rosenberg and I Have A Lot Of Love to Give.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-736340003431277872</id><published>2008-05-10T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:48:57.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is This World Coming To!!??</title><content type='html'>The following blog is out of an article written by www.cracked.com about 5 science experiments that prove humanity is doomed. This one i found particularily disturbing and i want to share with all of you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Milgram Experiment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Setup:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the prosecution of the Nazis got underway at the Nuremberg Trials, many of the defendants' excuse seemed to revolve around the ideas of, "I'm not really a prick" and, "Hey man, I was just following orders." Yale University psychologist Stanley Milgram wanted to test willingness of subjects to obey an authority figure. Maybe he could just, you know, ask people? Oh, hell no. That would not be nearly horrifying enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead he ran an experiment where the subject was told he was a "teacher" and that his job was to give a memory test to another subject, located in another room. The whole thing was fake and the other subject was an actor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject was told that whenever the other guy gave an incorrect answer, he was to press a button that would give him an electric shock. A guy in a lab coat was there to make sure he did it (again no real shock was being delivered, but the subject of course did not know this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject was told that the shocks started at 45 volts and would increase with every wrong answer. Each time they pushed the button, the actor on the other end would scream and beg for the subject to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, can you guess how this went? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Result: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many subjects began to feel uncomfortable after a certain point, and questioned continuing the experiment. However, each time the guy in the lab coat encouraged them to continue. Most of them did, upping the voltage, delivering shock after shock while the victim screamed. Many subjects would laugh nervously, because laughter is the best medicine when pumping electrical currents through another person's body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the actor would start banging on the wall that separated him from the subject, pleading about his heart condition. After further shocks, all sounds from victim's room would cease, indicating he was dead or unconscious. If you had to guess, what percentage of the subjects kept delivering shocks after that point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five percent? Ten? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 61 and 66 percent of subjects would continue the experiment until it reached the maximum voltage of 450, continuing to deliver shocks after the victim had been zapped into unconsciousness or the afterlife. Repeated studies have shown the same result: Subjects will mindlessly deliver pain to an innocent stranger as long as a dude in a lab coat says it's OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most subjects wouldn't begin to object until after 300-volt shocks. Zero of them asked to stop the experiment before that point (keep in mind 100 volts is enough to kill a man, in some cases). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What This Says About You: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might like to think of yourself as a free-thinking marauder, but when it comes down to it, odds are you won't stick it to The Man because of the fear The Man will stick it right back up your ass. And this was just a guy in a lab coat--imagine if he'd had a uniform, or a badge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Sheridan and Richard King took this experiment one step further, but asked subjects to shock a puppy for every incorrect action it made. Unlike Milgram's experiment, this shock was real. Exactly 20 out of 26 subjects went to the highest voltage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* to read about the other experiments, go here: http://www.cracked.com/article_16239_5-psychological-experiments-that-prove-humanity-doomed.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-736340003431277872?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/736340003431277872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=736340003431277872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/736340003431277872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/736340003431277872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-this-world-coming-to.html' title='What Is This World Coming To!!??'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-8662877926653138707</id><published>2008-05-04T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:31:47.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>so i took the job at Borders. which i love, and i'm GOOD at. Every day that i've worked i've been the top seller of Borders Rewards cards, my boss came up and said "i'm really proud of you, we couldn't have picked anyone more perfect for this job!"...its been so long since i've been good at something... :( its been so nice being good at my job, i really, REALLY love it! And i found out that part time there is 32hours a week, and i can apply for insurance even though im part time (i just havent figured out how to do that yet, heh). The problem is so far they havent schedualed me for 32 hours, its more like 20 :/ so its like, i WILL get 32 hours, but not yet. and June 1st is 3 weeks away. which means i need another job and fast. blech. so pray... a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. today was beautiful out. so beautiful derek and i found my old bike, put air in the tires and took turns riding around my neighborhood. it was cute. especially derek because my bike is bright pink and purple and short :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-8662877926653138707?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8662877926653138707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=8662877926653138707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8662877926653138707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8662877926653138707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-8320813746814920976</id><published>2008-04-22T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:58:28.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Jillian said i should update...</title><content type='html'>Well. I got the job a Borders. And i should be happy, right? Well i cant really because they are only hiring part time right now... and i cant afford to pay rent on half time... SuperAmerica gas station hired me full time, but i cant do part time AND full time. so i had to choose... I made a Pro's and Con's list that went somthing like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super A. &lt;br /&gt;PROS-$8.00 an hour, $200 dollars a semester for college, Full time, Health insurance&lt;br /&gt;CONS-i'd have to work 2pm to 10pm every day (i'd miss the afternoon and most of the evening activities). It doesnt interest me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders&lt;br /&gt;PROS- Dream Job. &lt;br /&gt;CONS- Part time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame... i know. So the manager at SuperAmerica asked me to come in and train at 8am on saturday and that i'd start work full time on monday. Well i spent most of friday debating, trying to see my way around this... I didnt want to turn down super america because i know its the smart choice, but i didnt want to turn down borders because its my flippin' dream job and i've been trying to get a job at a book store since i was 16, what if it took another 3 years to get a job at a book store? so i wanted more time to think about it so at 7:30am i called SuperAmerica and lied and told him i had a dentist appointment that i forgot about and if i could come in later that day or tomorrow.and he said "yeah, i'll call you monday and we can figure it out" ....so now its tuesday... i havent heard anything... and im thinking i probably blew my chances there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN i looked online and saw that there was another Borders that was hiring full time, and that they were going to schedual interviews May 1st and 2nd. so i put in an application and i hope i hope i hope i hope i get it... but who knows. until then i have to work part time and borders, but that would be kinda crappy to work for 3 weeks and then quit and work at a different borders. what if i cant transfer? what if i dont get it? i cant just put all my hopes into this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JUST NOW Paul, the manager from Super America called and was like "if you still want it call me back and come fill out the paper work and we'll train you right away"  And thats good, but what happens friday when i have training for Borders? If i turn them down will the other Borders hiring full time find out? And again, what if i get the job!? then its really crappy to quit after working just a little. UGH i dont know what to do... HELP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for fun here are some videos of this guy Jack Conte. he has really really awesome videos, so even though i know no one watches the videos i put up, these i promise are worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dzr32OqGlOA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dzr32OqGlOA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uT5WxfE2l6k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uT5WxfE2l6k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUVgPjnEMzw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUVgPjnEMzw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-8320813746814920976?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8320813746814920976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=8320813746814920976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8320813746814920976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8320813746814920976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-jillian-said-i-should-update.html' title='So Jillian said i should update...'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-4318959819721201116</id><published>2008-04-11T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:26:32.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to update i suppose.</title><content type='html'>So i have a job interview at Borders books on Tuesday from 4-5pm. So please please please PRAY! seriously working at a book store is my dream job. All i want is an interview because i know that i would so totally be awesome in that interview. I LOVE books. LOVE them. being well read is about the only thing i have going for me. So i'm pretty much psyched. The only thing is its a group interview and i dont know how many positions there are so... i'm hoping i'll blow the rest of them out of the water. but i'm feelin' confident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what video game is not over rated at all? Call of Duty. I love it. I may just be addicted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i want a pet pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/US/nm_pig_071211_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/US/nm_pig_071211_ms.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Why&lt;br /&gt;1.) They are very clean animals.&lt;br /&gt;2.) They'll eat basically anything.&lt;br /&gt;3.) They can be potty trained just like dogs can.&lt;br /&gt;4.) They are very smart animals.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Depending on the pig, they're not that big. (i want a Babe sized one)&lt;br /&gt;6.) They are friggin Adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tvl2FNL0l7o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tvl2FNL0l7o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha the pig in the above video is named Notorious P.I.G.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5jx8sIalBuc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5jx8sIalBuc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOqo3lnfXyE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOqo3lnfXyE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. either a pig or a Shiba Inu dog. They are so pretty. They look like foxes! They also dont bark a lot and they arent to small or too big. AND they're smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m467EXXJCYQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m467EXXJCYQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is full grown: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXqZxJzlaS8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXqZxJzlaS8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-4318959819721201116?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4318959819721201116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=4318959819721201116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4318959819721201116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4318959819721201116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-update-i-suppose.html' title='Time to update i suppose.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-5358361178294748647</id><published>2008-04-05T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:41:18.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/enfp.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-5358361178294748647?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5358361178294748647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=5358361178294748647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5358361178294748647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5358361178294748647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/eh.html' title='eh.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1552924922402956405</id><published>2008-04-05T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:04:47.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home.</title><content type='html'>after a small detour, i am finally home. i forgot how much i love it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1552924922402956405?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1552924922402956405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1552924922402956405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1552924922402956405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1552924922402956405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/home.html' title='home.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1030692628829783562</id><published>2008-04-02T12:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:04:18.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1030692628829783562?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1030692628829783562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1030692628829783562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1030692628829783562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1030692628829783562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/yikes.html' title=''/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-8696335440924237489</id><published>2008-03-23T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:35:48.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Minneapolis Owns:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R-c7icP9WQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PALDp-jknzs/s1600-h/Panorama-Minneapolis-1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R-c7icP9WQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PALDp-jknzs/s400/Panorama-Minneapolis-1915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181175359197763842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R-c7U8P9WPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eFB7WvYxquE/s1600-h/Minneapolis4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R-c7U8P9WPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eFB7WvYxquE/s400/Minneapolis4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181175127269529842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abundantly rich in water, the city has twenty lakes and wetlands, the Mississippi riverfront, creeks and waterfalls, many connected by parkways in the Chain of Lakes and the Grand Rounds Scenic Byway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minneapolis &lt;/strong&gt;was once the world's flour milling capital and a hub for timber, and today is the primary business center between Chicago, Illinois, and Seattle, Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's &lt;strong&gt;most literate &lt;/strong&gt;city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;community&lt;/strong&gt;'s diverse population has a long tradition of charitable support through progressive public social programs and through private and corporate philanthropy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beginning&lt;/strong&gt; in the 1990s, a large Latino population arrived, along with refugees from Africa, especially from Somalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/strong&gt; continues its heritage of welcoming newcomers. The metropolitan area is an immigrant gateway with a 127% increase in foreign-born residents between 1990 and 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compared to the U.S.&lt;/strong&gt; national average in 2005, the city has fewer white, Hispanic, senior, and unemployed people, while it has more people aged over 18 and more with a college degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/strong&gt; has the fourth highest percent of people who are gay, lesbian or bisexual, with 12.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;large &lt;strong&gt;young population &lt;/strong&gt;and low unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;standard of living&lt;/strong&gt; is on the rise, with incomes among the highest in the Midwest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Fortune 500 headquarters&lt;/strong&gt; are in Minneapolis proper: Target Corporation, U.S. Bancorp, Xcel Energy, Ameriprise Financial and Thrivent Financial for Lutherans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Availability of Wi-Fi,&lt;/strong&gt; transportation solutions, medical trials, university research and development expenditures, advanced degrees held by the work force, and energy conservation are so far above the national average that in 2005, Popular Science named Minneapolis the "Top Tech City" in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twin Cities ranked &lt;strong&gt;the country's second best city&lt;/strong&gt; in a 2006 Kiplinger's poll of Smart Places to Live and Minneapolis was one of the Seven Cool Cities for young professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The region is&lt;strong&gt; second &lt;/strong&gt;only to New York City in live theater per capita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Waits&lt;/strong&gt; released two songs about the city, Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis (Blue Valentine 1978) and 9th &amp; Hennepin (Rain Dogs 1985) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The city&lt;/strong&gt; has garnered notice for rap and hip hop and its spoken word community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/strong&gt; park system has been called the best-designed, best-financed and best-maintained in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state of Minnesota has the &lt;strong&gt;nation's highest&lt;/strong&gt; number of bicyclists, sport fishermen, and snow skiers per capita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forbes&lt;/strong&gt; identified Minneapolis the world's fifth cleanest city. (the WORLD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than&lt;strong&gt; 40% &lt;/strong&gt;of adults in Minneapolis-St. Paul give time to volunteer work, the highest percent in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minneapolis has five hospitals&lt;/strong&gt;, three ranked among America's &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; by U.S. News &amp; World Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000, &lt;strong&gt;2.3 million&lt;/strong&gt; theater tickets were sold in the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;more theatre seats&lt;/strong&gt; per capita than in any other American city, besides New York City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel Coen and Ethan Coen &lt;/strong&gt;grew up in St. Louis Park, Minnesota, a suburb of Minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why all you californians should come live here, because i miss you all and we should all live together and be one big happy family. or at least visit. i love you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-8696335440924237489?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8696335440924237489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=8696335440924237489' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8696335440924237489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8696335440924237489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-minneapolis-owns.html' title='Why Minneapolis Owns:'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R-c7icP9WQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PALDp-jknzs/s72-c/Panorama-Minneapolis-1915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7933268420510614028</id><published>2008-03-18T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:30:22.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So,</title><content type='html'>I guess if i put advertisements on my blog they'll pay me money every month depending on how much you guys (my readers) click on the advertisements. i could make up to $100 a month, so i says to myself "eh, why not?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i sell out or something? because i really dont see a downside. i get paid to do the same thing i'm doing now. that's pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in 1-2 days they'll tell me if i'm approved and then there will be advertisements. i'll let you know how its going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there really isnt any. i'm still a bum. but happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres an offer on the house, but we dont know if the morgage company will accept it, so we are just waiting. so what does that mean for me... that means that i dont have a home to go back to so i have to get an apartment, which i was going to do anyway, but then what about derek... i cant just be like "welp, you're on your own in a new city. good luck." and because i dont have a job Addison is worried (naturally) that i wont be able to make rent. which is totally valid, i wouldnt trust me either but.. that puts me in a really crappy situation... I'm going to need to get an affordable apartment for myself or something. i dont know... i'm going to need a place to live and maybe i should just get an apartment with derek (i know what you're all thinking, i would think it too). it just... i dont have a lot of options, and i do love him. Arrgh. i just get... so depressed when i think about it... not derek, but the stress of what the heck am i supposed to do. i'm really scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is Derek, Katelyn, and I (and possibly katie i dont know) are going to get jobs at Canterbury Park, a horse race track. I really think i'll get this job because they need a lot of people for the summer (A LOT) and my friend christine has been working there for years and can get us the hook up. and her friends dad owns a lot of it so... i think we're good. and that makes me happy. i dont want to put all my faith in this, but that would be so badass. it really would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really sure what else to say on here now... i think i'm gonna go play the sims. i love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7933268420510614028?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7933268420510614028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7933268420510614028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7933268420510614028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7933268420510614028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/so.html' title='So,'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2321723937648073738</id><published>2008-03-10T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:17:17.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE STORY! HOW CRAZY!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Operation: Snow White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time during the 1970s, the Church of Scientology decided that they'd had enough. Their religion about magic space aliens in a volcano wasn't getting the same respect as the religion about the magic bearded man whose dad made us all out of mud 6,000 years ago. Instead of converting to a slightly less silly religion, they did what any of us would have done and decided to destroy every single document that made their religion look bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the Church of Scientology managed to perform the largest infiltration of the United States government in history. Ever. With all the people who have wanted to get their dirty little hands on incriminating records, the United States of America was finally duped by the people who came up with Dianetics. So those billions of dollars we put into national security annually are clearly well spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somewhere around 5,000 of Scientology's crack commandos wiretapped and burglarized various agencies. They stole hundreds of documents, mainly from the IRS. No critic was spared, and in the end, 136 organizations, agencies and foreign embassies were infiltrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of this hit the fan, the Church naturally denied it. Then they kidnapped one of the operatives arrested for stealing documents and prevented him from testifying. These days, the Church of Scientology generally refuses to talk about Operation Snow White, except to say that they "purged" those who were involved. They won't say what the guilty parties were involved in, and those who were purged still hold high ranking offices in the Church, they were purged for their involvement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2321723937648073738?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2321723937648073738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2321723937648073738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2321723937648073738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2321723937648073738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-story-how-crazy.html' title='TRUE STORY! HOW CRAZY!?'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1673277179327353174</id><published>2008-03-07T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:17:00.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;June 5, 1988&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Mustard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;: Compassion, Care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality Weakness(es): &lt;/strong&gt;Impatience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Successful Career Path:&lt;/strong&gt; Management &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sense of Humor Style:&lt;/strong&gt; Raunchy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adjectives to Describe You:&lt;/strong&gt; upredictable, enterprising &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hip non-conformist who truly stands for his/her beliefs - you are out to make a difference in this world, and you have a realistic chance of success. You have always been self-driven and derive your inspiration from those close to you. Ambitious - and why shouldn't you be - the sky is the limit for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... i'd say this is pretty accurate.. or it used to be anyway... I used to be enterprising, i used to be self-driven, i used to be ambitious.... i used to think the sky is the limit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1673277179327353174?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1673277179327353174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1673277179327353174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1673277179327353174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1673277179327353174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-8054762608483203098</id><published>2008-03-05T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:40:42.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims: The Movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pocketgamer.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/sims2_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.pocketgamer.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/sims2_header.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cracked.com/blog/2008/03/05/8-upcoming-movie-adaptations-that-must-be-stopped/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stolen from the blog above. He thinks its just as crazy as i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994’s Street Fighter wasn’t a particularly noteworthy film, but it did prove an important scientific fact, one that remains relevant to this day: Movies based on video games suck. Tomb Raider, Alone in the Dark, Resident Evil… I could go on, but I worked so hard for so long to repress those nasty memories. If I spend too much time thinking about these movies I’ll probably end up back in therapy, trying to forget them all over again. Then it’s only a matter of time before I think about Mortal Kombat, and then I’ll have to take the blue pills again. The ones that make everything all fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;Say what you will about the plethora of horrible video game adaptations that have hit the silver screen, but for the most part they’ve kind of made sense. If you have an action-packed video game full of static characters, turning it into an action-packed live-action movie should be pretty straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all well and good for games with things like “characters” and “plots,” but how do you make a live-action movie out of The Sims? Do you film some dude sitting on a couch for 90 minutes, babbling in Simlish while soccer ball icons fly out of his head? Does the film reach its climax when he gets up, makes some weird noises, urinates all over the floor and then collapses in the (inexplicably blue) puddle? If my experience with The Sims is any indication, that’s the only plot this film could possibly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could rant and rave about all the reasons this particular movie adaptation is a horrible idea, but instead I’m going to make a broad appeal to Hollywood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE STOP MAKING VIDEO GAME MOVIE ADAPTATIONS. NONE OF THEM ARE ANY GOOD. THAT IS ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-8054762608483203098?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8054762608483203098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=8054762608483203098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8054762608483203098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8054762608483203098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/sims-movie.html' title='Sims: The Movie.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6222152939777189014</id><published>2008-02-27T17:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:29:12.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You have new Picture Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R8XySLJ5P6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rYxOHnFogGU/s1600-h/image-upload-752523.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R8XySLJ5P6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rYxOHnFogGU/s320/image-upload-752523.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171806141150740386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wish i could paint a whole room in whatever color this is, blue&amp;#45;gold? Oh and check out citizen of tomorrow by tokyo police club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6222152939777189014?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6222152939777189014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6222152939777189014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6222152939777189014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6222152939777189014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-have-new-picture-mail.html' title='You have new Picture Mail!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R8XySLJ5P6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rYxOHnFogGU/s72-c/image-upload-752523.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-8717469383078024464</id><published>2008-02-26T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:15:05.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>please dont let me be misunderstood</title><content type='html'>I should clear something up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek and i dont fight all the time. we just squabble. I mean, this blog is a little one-sided. its easy for me to complain, but then that leaves you all thinking he's a terrible guy and he isnt. at all. the fact of the matter is i love him very much. and being with him makes me happy. there was a point where i was frustrated and unsure, but now i see that i truely and honestly want to be with him. He's not perfect, but neither am i, and i shouldnt expect him to be. I'm sure if you all met him you'd like him. But i'm glad that you all care about me very much, i care about you all too and i understand why you'd be concerned. I love him, and i love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-8717469383078024464?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8717469383078024464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=8717469383078024464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8717469383078024464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8717469383078024464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-dont-let-me-be-misunderstood.html' title='please dont let me be misunderstood'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1927820730762190699</id><published>2008-02-17T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:39:04.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey guys!</title><content type='html'>So i dont have a lot of time, but i thought i'd do a quickie (or is it quicky?... quickey...whatever) So yeah. things have been alright. Some days are good and some days are bad... Its not that he's a bad guy or anything like that we're just so different. I dont like arguing this much... but then again, the good days we have are really sweet and good so its like, is the juice worth the squeeze? Pray that i figure that out please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me lots of comments guys i miss you all very very much. i love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1927820730762190699?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1927820730762190699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1927820730762190699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1927820730762190699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1927820730762190699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-guys.html' title='hey guys!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2100331685140559056</id><published>2008-01-30T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:24:45.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grandcanyon.free.fr/images/cascade/original/Cumberland%20Falls,%20Kentucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://grandcanyon.free.fr/images/cascade/original/Cumberland%20Falls,%20Kentucky.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updating guys, but theres no wireless out here so i have to share one computer with a house full of people. And by 'out here' i mean Kentucky. yes. Kentucky. I've been here about a week now. I left only telling my parents. I know i should have told everyone where i was going and what i was doing but... well. i knew everyone would look down on me and try to talk me out of it. But i still should have been honest and for that i apologize. Let me at least try and explain myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I've never been to Kentucky. &lt;br /&gt;2.)I knew Derek enough to trust him, and know that he is a good guy, and that he wouldnt just leave me stranded if things dont work out between us. &lt;br /&gt;3.) It's only 3 months. I'm going back to Minnesota in May to live with Addison and Sara (and yes, Derek is moving to Minneapolis too, and no its not because of me its because he wants change and was thinking about Minnepolis or Seattle long before he met me). &lt;br /&gt;4.)I'm young and now is the time. I hadnt started working anywhere in Phoenix, my dad was really getting on my nerves, i had just been kicked out of school, so why not now? Why not go somewhere new, be with new people, try new things before i go back to Minnesota in a couple of months? I guess i've just looked at this as more of an adventure than a risk. Maybe i should have seen it more as a risk, but i dont regret my decision. &lt;br /&gt;5.) I guess... I guess part of my fear was that because i was far away we wouldnt have lasted. I mean, one thing i've learned is that distance is a bitch, to any relationships, not just boyfriend/girlfriend relationships. And i really care about him. really i do. i know this is all happening really fast but i feel like i've known him years- Cliche' as that sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... "Thats all i can think of to say to you" (Evita anyone?...no?..ok.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent news. My sister found my pepper spray and thought it was a flashlight so she sprayed it in my room at home. God bless her.... &lt;br /&gt;        And yes, i have pepper spray, i even have a refill in case i used it once. Thank you dad, and because i forgot my pepper spray my dad gave me one of his knives for the road... yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... what else... I went to a really bad metal show in Louisville (pronounced Lou-a-vul). When i was in Memphis (which is suprisingly ghetto), i saw a guy dressed as Elvis driving a Semi-truck. Nashville is nice, didnt really get to spend time there though. I'd put up pictures but again, i'm not on my computer so...yeah. I'll figure something out, we were gonna buy a router soon. The picutre above is of 'Cumberland Falls' thats kind of where i am. technically i'm in Russel Springs/Jamestown. Tara Connors, the Miss USA who got in trouble for having nude pictures and doing drugs (the girl who sparked the Donald Trump v.s. Rosie O'Donnel argument) is from here haha and apparently she was really slutty in highschool, and did a lot of drugs in highschool too. So basically she lied to everyone saying she was "swept up by the big city and didnt even know what cocain was when she first moved here." dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i hope you're all doing splended. i love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and listen to 'Danger! High Volatage' and 'Gay Bar' by Detroit rock band &lt;strong&gt;Electric 6&lt;/strong&gt;  You wont be disappointed. AND 'Dumb it down' by &lt;strong&gt;Lupe Fiasco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and if you're having trouble deciding on who to vote for go to http://glassbooth.org/ It says i should vote for Mike Gravel or Barak Obama. interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2100331685140559056?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2100331685140559056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2100331685140559056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2100331685140559056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2100331685140559056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey.html' title='HEY'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-5996294642671337203</id><published>2008-01-18T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:41:25.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So i've decided that I am Fergie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R5FPjta4JCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MdyWf2iE2ig/s1600-h/n139000906_30104397_6627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R5FPjta4JCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MdyWf2iE2ig/s320/n139000906_30104397_6627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156990523222271010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R5FPRNa4JBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tVIRlafekLI/s1600-h/fergie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R5FPRNa4JBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tVIRlafekLI/s320/fergie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156990205394691090" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;creepy huh, you cant even tell the difference. i know. But, thats not why i'm Fergie. its more like, i identify with the lyrics of her new song "Clumsy" They go: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know, this isn't the first time this has happened to me &lt;br /&gt;This love sick thing &lt;br /&gt;I like serious relationships and a &lt;br /&gt;A girl like me dont stay single for long &lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime a boyfriend and I break up &lt;br /&gt;My world is crushed and I'm all alone &lt;br /&gt;The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I'm back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it &lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it (repeat 3x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying i'm a babe magnet or anything. that whole "i dont stay single for long" thing isnt true. but the part about i get sincerely crushed and then a day later i'm fall all over again, that part is true. I know it makes me really sketchy but. i dont know... i guess what i'm trying to say is theres this boy named Derek and i really like him and he really likes me and he asked me to be his girlfriend and i said yes. I havent told anyone about him just because i dont tell people about my personal life very often. I always think people dont take me seriously when it comes to guys because i'm always talking to different guys and it just doesnt seem 'credible' to them i guess. which to some extend i understand... it just makes me feel like crap every time i have to see people roll their eyes at me and talk down at me like a child every time i talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont like lying either. so... guess i'll just throw it out there. met him on the internet. I know, I know, its sketchy. very sketchy. i get it. i also know its stupid and i know everyon thinks its lame and typical behavior of me and my low self esteem blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can think whatever you want to. You can judge me as much as you want, but i guess what i'm saying is, I feel the way i feel and... well. thats all that matters to me. So yeah... this is my way of telling you all... and i'll probably get a lot of crap for this... but. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-5996294642671337203?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5996294642671337203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=5996294642671337203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5996294642671337203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5996294642671337203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-ive-decided-that-i-am-fergie.html' title='So i&apos;ve decided that I am Fergie.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R5FPjta4JCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MdyWf2iE2ig/s72-c/n139000906_30104397_6627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6702267297558704317</id><published>2008-01-15T16:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:06:38.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You have new Picture Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R40ubta4JAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a9hAPtxp_e0/s1600-h/image-upload-798432.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R40ubta4JAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a9hAPtxp_e0/s320/image-upload-798432.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155828201992758274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So majestic.... And boring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6702267297558704317?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6702267297558704317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6702267297558704317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6702267297558704317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6702267297558704317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-have-new-picture-mail_15.html' title='You have new Picture Mail!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R40ubta4JAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a9hAPtxp_e0/s72-c/image-upload-798432.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1275637395291547971</id><published>2008-01-15T01:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:06:41.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacks Mannequin says it best when it comes to these matters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R4xlQda4I_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/jkNvUg--9DA/s1600-h/image-upload-797743.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R4xlQda4I_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/jkNvUg--9DA/s320/image-upload-797743.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155607006882046962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Goodbye california... I love you. Dont forget me:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Into The Airwaves AND Bruised by Jacks Mannequin... check 'em out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1275637395291547971?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1275637395291547971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1275637395291547971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1275637395291547971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1275637395291547971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-have-new-picture-mail.html' title='Jacks Mannequin says it best when it comes to these matters...'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R4xlQda4I_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/jkNvUg--9DA/s72-c/image-upload-797743.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1210069033811302724</id><published>2008-01-04T17:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:27:58.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bring on the optimism</title><content type='html'>I love kissing someone new. &lt;br /&gt;I love Jack Nicholson. &lt;br /&gt;I love being remembered.&lt;br /&gt;I love natural smiles, not the ones they use in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I love sunlight coming through a cloud covered sky. &lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of a cello. &lt;br /&gt;I love cooking, even though I’m not very good at it. &lt;br /&gt;I love clever lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;I love hairy men. &lt;br /&gt;I love a good sweater. &lt;br /&gt;I love orchids, dahlias, gardenias, and white wild flowers.&lt;br /&gt;I love the first sip of an ice cold coke. &lt;br /&gt;I love small creeks hidden by trees. &lt;br /&gt;I love a good strong breeze. &lt;br /&gt;I love Julie Andrews. &lt;br /&gt;I love thick carpet that you can dig your toes into. &lt;br /&gt;I love scarves. &lt;br /&gt;I love the weak in the knees feeling I get when someone kisses my neck. &lt;br /&gt;I love obscure musicals and rock operas. &lt;br /&gt;I love a mans’ shoulders, hands and jaw bone. &lt;br /&gt;I love small animals. &lt;br /&gt;I love nightgowns. &lt;br /&gt;I love when birds come close enough that you can almost touch them. &lt;br /&gt;I love dying my hair a new color. &lt;br /&gt;I love tattoo shops and the people in them. &lt;br /&gt;I love being naked when no one is home. &lt;br /&gt;I love chunky jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of cigarette smoke and cologne on a mans clothes. &lt;br /&gt;I love getting a tan. &lt;br /&gt;I love someone running their fingers through my hair. &lt;br /&gt;I love jeans that fit you just right. &lt;br /&gt;I love chap-stick &lt;br /&gt;I love jazz and blues music. &lt;br /&gt;I love buying new books. &lt;br /&gt;I love when you can see the sun and the moon at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;I love Greek food. &lt;br /&gt;I love songs that make you cry and rip your heart out. &lt;br /&gt;I love finding random trivia about movies on IMDB&lt;br /&gt;I love a hearty steak dinner. &lt;br /&gt;I love wearing just a white t-shirt and jeans. &lt;br /&gt;I love Birkinstocks. &lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. &lt;br /&gt;I love singing in my car. &lt;br /&gt;I love getting packages. &lt;br /&gt;I love arriving at my destination after a long road trip. &lt;br /&gt;I love dresses. &lt;br /&gt;I love dimples. &lt;br /&gt;I love giving unique, and genuine compliments. &lt;br /&gt;I love receiving unique, and genuine compliments. &lt;br /&gt;I love going out to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;I love sitting and talking on the outdoor patio furniture in Target. &lt;br /&gt;I love a giving and receiving a good slap on the ass. &lt;br /&gt;I love when people notice my perfume. &lt;br /&gt;I love long hugs. &lt;br /&gt;I love when someone takes my hand. &lt;br /&gt;I love playing cards. &lt;br /&gt;I love performing. &lt;br /&gt;I love hockey fights. &lt;br /&gt;I love laughing so hard I have to cover my mouth with both hands so I don’t disturb everyone in a 2 mile radius. &lt;br /&gt;I love being so tired that everything is funny. &lt;br /&gt;I love gourmet sandwiches. &lt;br /&gt;I love taking naps with the opposite sex. &lt;br /&gt;I love finding new comedians. &lt;br /&gt;I love getting my eyebrows waxed. &lt;br /&gt;I love driving at night with my windows down. &lt;br /&gt;I love Donkey Kong. &lt;br /&gt;I love going to new cities. &lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with trees. I always will be. &lt;br /&gt;I love feeling lovely. &lt;br /&gt;I love good hair days. &lt;br /&gt;I love when people are unexpectedly nice. &lt;br /&gt;I love deep conversations that last until early hours of the morning. &lt;br /&gt;I love exotic looking people. &lt;br /&gt;I love hippies. &lt;br /&gt;I love hammocks. &lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;I love spicy foods. &lt;br /&gt;I love when the power goes out and you’re forced to live by candle light. &lt;br /&gt;I love being one of the only people in a movie theatre. &lt;br /&gt;I love weird movies. &lt;br /&gt;I love when the tide rushes in around your ankles. &lt;br /&gt;I love my dog Jack. &lt;br /&gt;I love new shoes even though I never wear them. &lt;br /&gt;I love when the dentist says I have beautiful teeth, even though I don’t brush everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I love media classes. &lt;br /&gt;I love new underwear. &lt;br /&gt;I love being completely open and vulnerable with a new person… if my heart gets broken later on. &lt;br /&gt;I love seeing the moon reflected on water. &lt;br /&gt;I love collar bone and neck tattoos. &lt;br /&gt;I love myspace and facebook messages. &lt;br /&gt;I love seeing someone I’ve missed. &lt;br /&gt;I love crying with another person. &lt;br /&gt;I love Medora, North Dakota. &lt;br /&gt;I love Jack Vettriano and Maxfeild Parish paintings. &lt;br /&gt;I love Conan O’Brian and Steven Colbert. &lt;br /&gt;I love finding out peoples Astrological signs. &lt;br /&gt;I love riding horses. &lt;br /&gt;I love The Beatles. &lt;br /&gt;I love feeling free. &lt;br /&gt;I love feeling desired. &lt;br /&gt;I love laying my head on someone’s lap during a movie. &lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping in. &lt;br /&gt;I love movies set in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;I love wrapping myself in a blanket. &lt;br /&gt;I love telling stories. &lt;br /&gt;I love Minneapolis. &lt;br /&gt;I love having money. &lt;br /&gt;I love slow dancing. &lt;br /&gt;I love when the moon is so bright you can see things clearly. &lt;br /&gt;I love crafty people. &lt;br /&gt;I love quoting movies. &lt;br /&gt;I love writing short stories, even if I end up hating them later. &lt;br /&gt;I love journals, even though I never write in them. &lt;br /&gt;I love green eyes. &lt;br /&gt;I love when my shoulders are bare. &lt;br /&gt;I love having hope that the right man will find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1210069033811302724?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1210069033811302724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1210069033811302724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1210069033811302724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1210069033811302724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/bring-on-optimism.html' title='bring on the optimism'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7875306060261524182</id><published>2008-01-04T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:25:37.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused.</title><content type='html'>So if someone you've known for four years kisses you while he's high and depressed, does that mean he likes you? or does that mean he was just lonely and messed up? the poor guy just got back from a funeral... he was probably lonely and messed up huh... yeah. well... what if for four years he called you sweetheart and kissed you on the cheek whenever he saw you, and said he always thought you were beautiful... what if he always made you feel beautiful? What if he's always been someone who really understood you... and what if you knew that even though he's a pot head you understand his motivation and the pain he's going through, and how you wish you could be there for him. what does that mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7875306060261524182?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7875306060261524182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7875306060261524182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7875306060261524182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7875306060261524182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/confused.html' title='Confused.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6692794747933038510</id><published>2007-12-31T03:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:43:14.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love to my homies</title><content type='html'>So, Rachel pointed out that i abandoned my blog. and she was correct. its not that i dont have things to write about, its just all been happening so fast that i just havent taken the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also happens to be 3:30am right now and last night i went to bed at 5:00am watching season 3 of Lost (which by the way is amazing). In fact, i havent really left my basement because katelyn, kelsey, and my sister katie and i have been holed up in there watching the following: Season 1 of 'Psych', Season 3 of 'Lost' (which i previously mentioned), 'The Bourne Ultimatum' , 'Hot Rod', and finally; Seasons 1 and 2 of 'Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia' (p.s. watch this show, as funny as the office- no joke). I know, i know, it sounds terribly boring. But you dont know my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired, and i dont think i can last so here is a quick update of the past couple of weeks, ready!? Lets do it!: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)went to healing conference&lt;br /&gt;2.) Got the spiritual gift of prophecy bestowed on me at healing conference (even though i had shown signs of it for a while now)&lt;br /&gt;3.) went on date with pilot guy&lt;br /&gt;4.)found out pilot guy was not for me. &lt;br /&gt;5.)met satanist guy named Justin. Quite possibly the most interesting person i've ever met. we talk alot, and he's finally warming up to the idea that there is a god out there. i know what people think of satanists, but its not the worship of satan, if they worshiped satan that would mean theres a god, and they dont believe there is a god.in reality its the worship of yourself. i've known that for a long time, i wouldnt recomend looking into it, but if you'd like more information on it i'd be happy to tell you a little bit more about it. I've always had a facination with darkness, which, thank God i'm a christian because otherwise i would get sucked into all that so quickly. ANYWAY moving on.&lt;br /&gt;6.)went to fargo (where my cousin and future roommate Addison and his girlfriend Sara live)through some bad weather, but we made it. &lt;br /&gt;7.)Found out my cousin Addison has the same spiritual gifts (yes plural) as i do. just not as strong. &lt;br /&gt;8.) realized i shouldnt be ashamed of my gifts. if people dont believe me that doesnt mean they go away, i cant turn them off so why not just accept them. &lt;br /&gt;9.) Played an amazing game of Quelf!&lt;br /&gt;10.) drove home to katelyn dear. there was much rejoycing. and Q'doba. &lt;br /&gt;11.) rent and bought way too many dvd's in one day. &lt;br /&gt;12.) watched them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm back where i started. this really isnt that short of a blog. but i could go into much more detail. welp! catch you on the flipside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6692794747933038510?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6692794747933038510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6692794747933038510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6692794747933038510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6692794747933038510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-to-my-homies.html' title='love to my homies'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-4442394019533164219</id><published>2007-12-23T14:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T14:25:35.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You have new Picture Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R27EP1E5LAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DeKuS7a_4yw/s1600-h/image-upload-735827.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R27EP1E5LAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DeKuS7a_4yw/s320/image-upload-735827.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147267200355740674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh the majestic beauty that is northern minnesota / north dakota. The wind is so strong it keeps moving our car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-4442394019533164219?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4442394019533164219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=4442394019533164219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4442394019533164219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/4442394019533164219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-have-new-picture-mail_23.html' title='You have new Picture Mail!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R27EP1E5LAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DeKuS7a_4yw/s72-c/image-upload-735827.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-5785966135242891390</id><published>2007-12-22T15:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:18:43.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The History of Mormonism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WS7PJLxjBNo&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WS7PJLxjBNo&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-5785966135242891390?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5785966135242891390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=5785966135242891390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5785966135242891390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5785966135242891390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/history-of-mormonism.html' title='The History of Mormonism.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6381035253370861658</id><published>2007-12-20T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:02:17.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i love oveheard in new york... but this is overhear everywhere else...same concept.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Police helicopter hovering with spotlight on suspect, over loudspeaker&lt;/strong&gt;: "Stop running. You can't get away. Just give yourself up. Stop running... No, don't go in the water. You won't make it across. No, don't-- Yeah, it's fucking cold, isn't it, dumbass? Just get out of the water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American River Parkway&lt;br /&gt;Sacramento, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theology professor&lt;/strong&gt;: "I can talk about whores and sex with animals... It's in the Bible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providence College&lt;br /&gt;Providence, Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy #1&lt;/strong&gt;: Me and Jeff and doin' some drugs tonight. Wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy #2&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy #1&lt;/strong&gt;: You smoked pot with me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy #2&lt;/strong&gt;: Weed isn't a drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy #1&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy #2&lt;/strong&gt;: No, it's not... [To passerby] Is weed a drug?&lt;br /&gt;Passerby: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Trinity Catholic High School&lt;br /&gt;Kanata, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;Canadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm going to sell you to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Child&lt;/strong&gt;: No, sell me to Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billings, Montana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;College girl #1&lt;/strong&gt;: You know that Make-a-Wish Foundation? I wonder what I would wish for if I was given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;College girl #2&lt;/strong&gt;: My wish would be for someone to make a cake in the shape of my body... with my face on it... And that the Spice Girls would come and help me eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;College girl #1&lt;/strong&gt;: Oooh, that's a good wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little boy wearing necklace:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, can I change my name to 'Elizabeth'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frazzled mom:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I told you -- that's a girl's name, and you're a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little boy:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, can I change to a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frazzled mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Not until you're eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wegmans&lt;br /&gt;Rochester, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italian exchange student:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do you celebrate Thanksgiving in America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; Because of the pilgrims! Anyone want to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; The pilgrims can suck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcos de Niza High School&lt;br /&gt;Tempe, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tall brunette:&lt;/strong&gt; ... And so I said I didn't want herpes, but he was like, 'Oh, they're no big deal.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short blonde&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, did you sleep with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tall brunette&lt;/strong&gt;: Of course I did. Like he said, herpes are no big deal. Just a little itching and stuff... Besides, it's not like I can ever get them again. It's like chicken pox -- once you get it, you don't get it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math major nearby, yelling:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you mind taking your dumb, STD-having ass somewhere I'm not trying to eat?! [Other students cheer.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentley Dining Hall, Lock Haven University&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drunk freshman:&lt;/strong&gt; I love it here! Look, even the street sparkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passing upperclassman&lt;/strong&gt;: That's broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude playing Wii&lt;/strong&gt;: That's gonna be my one year anniversary with my Wii. I should take it out and buy it a purse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marist College&lt;br /&gt;Poughkeepsie, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, Miss...? Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot chick, raising hand:&lt;/strong&gt; Beaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Beaver? How come I don't remember that being your last name? You don't look like a 'Beaver.' Maybe if you were wet... [Entire class goes silent, then erupts with laughter.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor, embarrassed:&lt;/strong&gt; I meant because beavers live around the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History class, Northern Virginia Community College&lt;br /&gt;Annandale, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old woman&lt;/strong&gt;: Should you really be drinking with your condition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young guy:&lt;/strong&gt; What condition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Y'know -- the crazy and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milwaukee, Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father to baby:&lt;/strong&gt; Mommy and I are gonna have lots of fun tonight. Yes we are! And we're gonna make sure we don't have another baby like we did last time. [Baby starts to laugh and coo.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wegmans&lt;br /&gt;Manalapan, New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; I just think of this class as 40 days in a row and then it's over. Like the Jews in Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; It was 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; 40 years, 40 days. Same difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northeastern University&lt;br /&gt;Boston, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; I have lots of friends in anarchist groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chick:&lt;/strong&gt; Doesn't an organized group of anarchists kind of defeat the purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; ... You're gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school classroom&lt;br /&gt;Englewood, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; I went to college in Montreal, and one day I woke up on, like, the 16th floor of some high rise building with this beautiful Arabian girl next to me, and I didn't know where I was or what was happening. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student:&lt;/strong&gt; And then you woke up again from your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, then she ruined the next six months of my life. I don't know why I told you this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hartford, Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy professor:&lt;/strong&gt; I know you'd all rather drink a bucket of hamster vomit than read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard in Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude #1:&lt;/strong&gt; So, yeah -- I woke up last night and I had cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude #2&lt;/strong&gt;: Like a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude #1&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, exactly like a girl. They were in that area... You know, that area near your penis but that's also near your belly button. It has a lot of hair and skin. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude #2&lt;/strong&gt;: Whoa, you might have, like, an ovary or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude #1&lt;/strong&gt;: I guess anything's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio State University&lt;br /&gt;Columbus, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chick:&lt;/strong&gt; If you could be friends with any three people, who would they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; Hitler, Jesus, and Bill Cosby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school&lt;br /&gt;Englewood, Colorado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6381035253370861658?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6381035253370861658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6381035253370861658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6381035253370861658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6381035253370861658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-oveheard-in-new-york-but-this-is.html' title='i love oveheard in new york... but this is overhear everywhere else...same concept.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7151571762636603904</id><published>2007-12-20T18:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:19:53.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ew bodies everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDE3NDk4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDE3NDk4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.break.com/417498"&gt;http://view.break.com/417498&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7151571762636603904?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7151571762636603904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7151571762636603904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7151571762636603904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7151571762636603904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/ew-bodies-everywhere.html' title='ew bodies everywhere!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6257501043116979700</id><published>2007-12-19T22:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:32:56.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You have new Picture Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R2nweFE5K_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bPlD3QaIn90/s1600-h/image-upload-776516.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R2nweFE5K_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bPlD3QaIn90/s320/image-upload-776516.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145908448796945394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Does anyone else think this is hilarious!? Haha guess not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6257501043116979700?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6257501043116979700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6257501043116979700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6257501043116979700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6257501043116979700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-have-new-picture-mail_19.html' title='You have new Picture Mail!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R2nweFE5K_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bPlD3QaIn90/s72-c/image-upload-776516.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2372094121121480389</id><published>2007-12-11T03:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T04:01:14.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 my roomies</title><content type='html'>So since I'm poor and cant buy my roomies presants, i wrote and performed songs for them and i thought i would share Brianna's and Kristens with you. (Akilas will come soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Kristen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kristen Harris, You're better than a day in Paris&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Harris, Whos' arms are hair less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kristen Oh Kristen, People don't know what they're missin'&lt;br /&gt;And even though you slam the door&lt;br /&gt;your Mariah Carey dance leaves me laughing on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Harris, I'm sorry if i ever embarrass&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kristen Harris, is you i Cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Brianna:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this girl named Brianna (bri-on-ah) Yes, Brianna not Bri-anna&lt;br /&gt;Its Brianna definitely not Brauna, if you call her that you're probably a moron-a&lt;br /&gt;Its Brianna not BriHana, She got high from an oven, but never marijuana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these names are inaccurate&lt;br /&gt;And her green eyes are immaculate&lt;br /&gt;If I was a boy, i would so tap that but she probably wouldnt let me because shes full of class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna! Brianna!&lt;br /&gt;This Rachel needs a Ross who doesnt have hair-loss&lt;br /&gt;She's not just some Ho, She's a princess&lt;br /&gt;Because she's my friend even though i'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes her name is Brianna! Brianna!&lt;br /&gt;Oh i heart my Brianna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'Falling Slowly'&lt;/em&gt; by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Mr.Andrew Springer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R15d7oaKq-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GUeC8c8wGXE/s1600-h/Andrew+Springer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142651103544519650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R15d7oaKq-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GUeC8c8wGXE/s320/Andrew+Springer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2372094121121480389?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2372094121121480389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2372094121121480389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2372094121121480389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2372094121121480389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-3-my-roomies.html' title='I &lt;3 my roomies'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R15d7oaKq-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GUeC8c8wGXE/s72-c/Andrew+Springer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-8968750157935231649</id><published>2007-12-09T01:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:46:00.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmgiZRik3DY/R1uTl-v_nwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dm0GY7RWm0w/s1600-h/image-upload-794590.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141865680282296066" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmgiZRik3DY/R1uTl-v_nwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dm0GY7RWm0w/s320/image-upload-794590.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Yay for my first Hanukkah! (sp!?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I celebrated my very first Hanukkah tonight. it was spectacular! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I got a braclet that says 'Shalom' and has the star of david on it, i am SO going to wear this year round! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I also have decided that when i have money again i'm going to buy the game Quelf. its an Austrailian game that you can only get online or in Austrailia, so i dont really know how the Weinsteins (sp!?) found out about it, but boy am i glad they did! SO much fun! (&lt;a href="http://www.quelf.com/"&gt;www.quelf.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;*sigh* 5 more days until i'm home in Minnesota.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-8968750157935231649?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8968750157935231649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=8968750157935231649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8968750157935231649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/8968750157935231649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-have-new-picture-mail.html' title='Jewish?'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmgiZRik3DY/R1uTl-v_nwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dm0GY7RWm0w/s72-c/image-upload-794590.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1868876044172957261</id><published>2007-12-04T02:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T03:14:04.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night time reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaOo0VRFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MSsfOOnEw8g/s1600-h/012_10A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140043388490695762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaOo0VRFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MSsfOOnEw8g/s320/012_10A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaPo0VRGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WeezfRuUPMY/s1600-h/021_19A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140043405670564962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaPo0VRGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WeezfRuUPMY/s320/021_19A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaRY0VRHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KFvwC_sCk5g/s1600-h/020_18A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140043435735336050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaRY0VRHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KFvwC_sCk5g/s320/020_18A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaSI0VRII/AAAAAAAAAEU/xm7fRVrMoy0/s1600-h/024_22A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140043448620237954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaSI0VRII/AAAAAAAAAEU/xm7fRVrMoy0/s320/024_22A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;welp, turns out i'm not the only one to be rejected by &lt;strong&gt;Fiddler&lt;/strong&gt;. a bunch of other girls didnt get in either, so i dont feel so bad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was rough... i really miss my &lt;strong&gt;mom &lt;/strong&gt;(featured above). and it kills me that i wont be able to see her over break, i love her like crazy. even though she can be a pain in the ass sometimes (i'm no picnic either). and school...ugh... i just... hate school. i always have, i dont know why i thought i'd just all the sudden love college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Snow&lt;/strong&gt;. the big fatty flakes that are as big as a nickle. i miss looking out the window at night and seeing it come down in sheets. i miss breathing in cold air, feeling it go through you... makes you feel so alive... I miss the quiet of unpaved streets, and the sparkle of it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been meaning to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Actually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but i know i would just end up being terribly depressed... You see, i have a date over christmas break with a boy named Eric. i'm very VERY excited. but i'm so worried that i'll just get my hopes up only to have them come crashing down again later... damn... i always just dive head first into things without thinking, i wish i didnt do that, but i'm so 'go with the flow' that i just give in. but i feel like i'm over Jonathan and at peace with that now so... i dont think i'm on the rebound or anything. i just think, he's a nice guy, he's christian, he's rich, has a stable job, he makes me laugh, he thinks i'm beautiful, why not!?&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i love Stephen Colbert, and i want his book very VERY badly. AND i want the best of Colber Report dvd. i would love you forever if you gave it to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;song of the day&lt;/strong&gt; today is: &lt;em&gt;Coffee Shop&lt;/em&gt; by Landon Pigg (its the song in that one jewlery comerical where the two people are sitting in a car at a stop light and the guy hands her a necklace and the son is like "i think quite possibly, maybe i'm fallin' for you" SO CUTE! made me tear up when i first saw it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;boy of the day is&lt;/strong&gt;: Mr.Andreas Wilson *soo pretty*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UYPY0VREI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EMqIZhYXvrU/s1600-h/Andreas+Wilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140041202352342082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UYPY0VREI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EMqIZhYXvrU/s320/Andreas+Wilson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1868876044172957261?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1868876044172957261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1868876044172957261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1868876044172957261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1868876044172957261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/night-time-reflections.html' title='Night time reflections'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R1UaOo0VRFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MSsfOOnEw8g/s72-c/012_10A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2440985322693058366</id><published>2007-12-01T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:20:07.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oy vey</title><content type='html'>so this week, despite being sick as a dog, i tried out for Fiddler on the Roof. I got called back, the director said that the people called back for this certain part were called back because they had the strongest voices... but i didnt get anything. I expected to be in the chorus but... nope... didnt even get into that... im just... hurt.... i really wanted this... i really miss theatre. but... guess i just wasnt good enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2440985322693058366?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2440985322693058366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2440985322693058366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2440985322693058366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2440985322693058366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/oy-vey.html' title='oy vey'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-179040622592803657</id><published>2007-11-25T15:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:58:36.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Hockey</title><content type='html'>SO i've been having weird vivid dreams this week. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that i forgot my amazing tempur-pedic pillow at school so i had to use a regular one, causeing me uncomfortable sleep, so i havent been in the normal coma sate i usually am in. In one of my dreams i was complaining how i never met a famous person while i've been in California, so i went to the grocery store and in that one grocery store, Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner were there buying wine and i helped them pick some out, and they were very friendly. Then in the same dream i was in the meat section and there was Nicole Kidman! but she was kinda rude.&lt;br /&gt;     Then last night i had a dream that i had to get across this lake on this thing that pulled me across it but it dragged my legs in the water, which would be fine, but the lake had these HUGE alligators in it!!! like, Peter Pan huge! and so i just prayed it would go fast and went on it, but then it died in the middle and i had to swim to the edge of the lake and one bit me, but then my friend Tyler pulled me out and saved me. So Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          In other news! I went to the Phoenix Coyotes vs Canadian Maple Leafs hockey game last night. i frickin' LOVE hockey!!! There was 2 fights! TWO! One of them the guy ripped the other guys jersey and pads off! and i didnt know, that if two guys start fighting, that they LET THEM FIGHT!!!! How AWESOME is that!!! So these fights go on for like 3 minutes and they just let them punch eachother until one is on the ground and then they break it up! and boy were they playing dirty! they called so many fouls for like, hitting people with sticks and charging at them from across the ice and stuff, i mean you have to love a sport whos major fouls include: Kicking, Hooking, elbowing, fighting (in general), and all these other ones i dont remember that have to do with hurting the other person ahha. if you want to see a hockey fight here is a link to a compilation of fights: &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.yourdailymedia.com/i/u/0zcA7RK4.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.yourdailymedia.com/post/1143623377/David_Kaczowka_Hockey_Fight_Compilation&amp;amp;h=157&amp;amp;w=220&amp;amp;sz=6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=87&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=S_JDFkq7bH4vIM:&amp;amp;tbnh=76&amp;amp;tbnw=107&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhockey%2Bfights%26start%3D80%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DN"&gt;http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.yourdailymedia.com/i/u/0zcA7RK4.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.yourdailymedia.com/post/1143623377/David_Kaczowka_Hockey_Fight_Compilation&amp;amp;h=157&amp;amp;w=220&amp;amp;sz=6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=87&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=S_JDFkq7bH4vIM:&amp;amp;tbnh=76&amp;amp;tbnw=107&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhockey%2Bfights%26start%3D80%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 19 years, but i've FINALLY found a sport i LOVE. i LOVE hockey. LOVE it. and i LOVE hockey players. haha just call me Mrs. Mike Zigomanis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spln.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p1868842reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://spln.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p1868842reg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phoenixman.ic.cz/hraci/Zigomanisprofil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.phoenixman.ic.cz/hraci/Zigomanisprofil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-179040622592803657?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/179040622592803657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=179040622592803657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/179040622592803657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/179040622592803657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/dreams-and-hockey.html' title='Dreams and Hockey'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1702299226236205819</id><published>2007-11-22T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:02:10.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!</title><content type='html'>Since all my readers are women, i thought i'd give you all a presant! Good looking men!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZDfKTMxEI/AAAAAAAAADM/CnPdGPEsoN0/s1600-h/Johnnydepp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135866627682518082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZDfKTMxEI/AAAAAAAAADM/CnPdGPEsoN0/s400/Johnnydepp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZDfKTMxFI/AAAAAAAAADU/4JFX2KTPmV8/s1600-h/jon+McLaughlin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135866627682518098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZDfKTMxFI/AAAAAAAAADU/4JFX2KTPmV8/s400/jon+McLaughlin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZDfaTMxGI/AAAAAAAAADc/nDj6PCIMzmE/s1600-h/JonRM4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135866631977485410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZCvKTMxCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LHsWvBIq2eo/s400/GregoryPeck5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZCvKTMxDI/AAAAAAAAADE/UTnqvZcWoCE/s1600-h/johnnydepp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135865803048797234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZCvKTMxDI/AAAAAAAAADE/UTnqvZcWoCE/s400/johnnydepp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZCIaTMw6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/s2LWEPQjr8g/s1600-h/BradF%27nPitt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135865137328866210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZCIaTMw6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/s2LWEPQjr8g/s400/BradF%27nPitt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZCIqTMw7I/AAAAAAAAACE/KxWRqh23YPU/s1600-h/BradF%27nPitt6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135865141623833522" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZCJKTMw-I/AAAAAAAAACc/JOJXLyWGTEM/s400/gavin_rossdale2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZANqTMw5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_a88RZG4eDg/s1600-h/across+the+universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135863028499923858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZANqTMw5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_a88RZG4eDg/s400/across+the+universe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1702299226236205819?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1702299226236205819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1702299226236205819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1702299226236205819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1702299226236205819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0ZDfKTMxEI/AAAAAAAAADM/CnPdGPEsoN0/s72-c/Johnnydepp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-682942834694556406</id><published>2007-11-20T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:08:05.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0NKEKTMw4I/AAAAAAAAABs/oRAIADJl31Q/s1600-h/cholera2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135029435477312386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0NKEKTMw4I/AAAAAAAAABs/oRAIADJl31Q/s400/cholera2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love in a time of Cholera&lt;/strong&gt;. it was horrible for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Really REALLY awkward sex scenes,&lt;/strong&gt; and theres A LOT of them. Now, i usually have no problem with sex scenes, they dont really bother me at all. but these were just AWKWARD. like,this guy lickes his fingers and then touches her boob, and theres another one where Florentino is having sex with this girl, and the cat jumps off the table and scratches his butt. Now, i knew there would be a lot of sex, because in the book thats the only way he could forget about her, so he slept with 623 women... and there are a few sex scenes in the book, but they were never THAT awkward! they were so beautifully written. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HORRIBLE dialog!&lt;/strong&gt; i mean, the book is mostly written as a narrative, so... theres not a lot of dialog in the book, but really, REALLY? there wasnt much narration in the movie so it was just a bunch of awkward dialog. i know i'm saying awkward a lot but that word is so fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. They made all the men in the movie creepy!&lt;/strong&gt; every last one of them. they made the main character, Florentino, look like a creepy weirdo stalker, who evoked no sympathy whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The lead woman they chose was unconvincing as Fermina.&lt;/strong&gt; Fermina is supposed to be this strong willed, beautiful woman who all these men covet and what not, and she was so plain looking, and weak. it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. read the book. the book is good. the movie= two thumbs down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; when i came out of the theatre, someone had written &lt;strong&gt;"i (heart) Ponn Pussy"&lt;/strong&gt; on my back window. it was quite humorous, mostly because i think they were trying to spell the word pawn, but instead spelled it 'Ponn.' i'm not even quite sure what they meant, did they mean i was a pimp? because thats sort of a compliment, right? but somehow i dont think they were trying to compliment me. i was confused. I thought it might be andrew at first because we put vasiline on his door handles and wrote "&lt;strong&gt;Sucka&lt;/strong&gt;" across his windsheild using cheerios and vasaline (which he so smartly decided to turn his windsheild wipers on, which only spread the vasiline across his entire windsheild). but i doubt he would write the word pussy, and i have a feeling i have a lot more coming to me than just some writing in dirt. i will be sure to keep you updated on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-682942834694556406?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/682942834694556406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=682942834694556406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/682942834694556406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/682942834694556406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-not-see.html' title='Do Not See'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0NKEKTMw4I/AAAAAAAAABs/oRAIADJl31Q/s72-c/cholera2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7011407156098027936</id><published>2007-11-19T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:01:17.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>awww...dang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IHoaTMw1I/AAAAAAAAABU/6Nq0X9S1B5Q/s1600-h/JonRM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674915991798610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IHoaTMw1I/AAAAAAAAABU/6Nq0X9S1B5Q/s400/JonRM2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IHoqTMw2I/AAAAAAAAABc/ulvHEdTZmLE/s1600-h/JonRM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674920286765922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IHoqTMw2I/AAAAAAAAABc/ulvHEdTZmLE/s400/JonRM3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IHoqTMw3I/AAAAAAAAABk/n23KuQf9rJo/s1600-h/JonRM4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134674920286765938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IHoqTMw3I/AAAAAAAAABk/n23KuQf9rJo/s400/JonRM4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IGf6TMw0I/AAAAAAAAABM/wfXYxV_87FA/s1600-h/JonRM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134673670451282754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IGf6TMw0I/AAAAAAAAABM/wfXYxV_87FA/s400/JonRM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; CURSOR: hand; COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px dotted; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.wwtdd.com/#" target="_blank" itxtdid="3226512"&gt;Jonathan Rhys Meyers&lt;/a&gt; was arrested in Dublin yesterday for public drunkenness and breach of the peace after he was refused entry on a flight bound for London. &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7101734.stm"&gt;The BBC&lt;/a&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 30-year-old was released on bail and is due to appear before Dublin District Court on 5 December.In April, Irish-born Meyers was admitted to a Californian rehab clinic but checked out the following month.Speaking to news agency The Associated Press last year, the actor said he found it hard to socialise in Ireland because of its hard-drinking pub culture."I gave up drinking a few years ago, and this is the first time I've spent time in my country trying not to drink," he said."I would never drink again. It is hard to avoid. I want my career, and you can't really do that and be successful on the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is so hot. Who wants to see August Rush with me!!??? anyone!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7011407156098027936?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7011407156098027936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7011407156098027936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7011407156098027936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7011407156098027936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/awwwdang.html' title='awww...dang.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/R0IHoaTMw1I/AAAAAAAAABU/6Nq0X9S1B5Q/s72-c/JonRM2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7534097419910862485</id><published>2007-11-14T14:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:54:12.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i'm done Mourning.</title><content type='html'>I think i'm done mourning Jonathan. Its time to move on. and i feel weirdly at peace with this. interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7534097419910862485?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7534097419910862485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7534097419910862485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7534097419910862485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7534097419910862485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-im-done-mourning.html' title='I think i&apos;m done Mourning.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3121831687603845986</id><published>2007-11-12T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:58:16.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its over.</title><content type='html'>ABBY:hahaha no i just had a small epiphany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:what is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:you thinkwell, you know, sometimes this seems so in the moment i forget that i tell you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:yeah we do have a connection i just wish it wasn't long distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:yeah... i wish it wasnt too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONTHAN:im really missing physical contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:ive always thought long distance is impossible but i want it to...just doesn't ever work outya knowor rather it hasn't for me...hell i broke up with a girl 2 hours away because of the distance ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:i think for it to work both people have to be equally devoted but... it will be hard... i just wish i had more options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:what kind of options?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:like, money to fly out and see you on the weekendsor a place to live closer to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONTHAN:awe yeah i should be in a possition to do all those things i think im just now starting to think i have a future and i want to follow through with my goals its kind of exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:and its beautiful jonathan&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be part of your future... but if you dont see me in it then... theres not a lot i can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN: welli don't see you in a role of girlfriend right nowbut i want to continue to talk to you its just not the right time for either of us those words hit me like a ton of bricks...you the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:i cnat really breathe right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN: im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:do you... i mean is it really not the right time or are you saying that to break it to me 'gently'... like, do you just not love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:no i really mean its not the right time I REALLY DO you cross over the line of care about and love often but when i don't talkto you its just care aboutbut when we start talking its love i know that doesn't make much sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:no... you've told me before how you forget how much you like talking to me... i figured i wasnt really part of your life... just the girl you talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:you were part of my life this is weird but you gave me confidence in myself to know that someone could care about me like that again....im really damaged goods...after me and my ex broke up she had abortion and i went crazy...i drank a LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:i didnt think anyone would ever truely love me... and now i know that no one will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:please don't say such thingsthat you know to be false you are trying to make yourself feel worse its not that its just the distance and the timing i really do care about you your amazing you have one of the best personality i have ever come across and you are so cute and oh so sexy know that i will think of you every time i hear water nymph im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:so i wont see you over christmas break then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN: i haven't decided yet...im ambivalentabout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:i dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:i honestly thought i'd be enough to make it work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN: Im just lonely when im not talking with you and i need to hold you and you cant be  here i haven't had a girlfriend in a year! ugh that sounded very guyish. i haven't kissed someone in so long god i feel selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:so you're going to find someone to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN: im going to try to have a connection with a person....and i know that it probably won't be as strong as ours but atleast she is tangible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN:im going to go nowim sorry...i feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:please dont ever say you loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3121831687603845986?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7763015103090248057</id><published>2007-11-12T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:36:05.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess its time to update.</title><content type='html'>maybe i'm not so lonely. You know, it feels good to get things off your chest to people you love, the truth really does set you free sometimes. i highly recomend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been pretty good. except yesterday i heard some horrible news, but i'd rather not talk about it because i'll just get enraged again. i'm not a big fan of being enraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: she doesnt have a blog, but she has my link so she reads it sometimes, and i want to let everyone know that shes and amazing sister and she listens to me and cares about what i think and feel and i love her very much and couldnt ask for anyone more magnificent then her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i havent been spending as much time doing nothing the last couple of days, maybe thats why i'm in a good mood. i cant handle being alone for long periods of time (pathetic, i know). and i really hope that trend continues. i like people a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friend Ben. today is his birthday. i miss  a lot of people. but thats not exactly new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love Jonathan, i just wish i could talk to him more often, he's been pretty busy lately :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm running out of things to say so i think i'm going to do something i love, and put up random bits of trivia to share with the world... or at least the 5 people who read my blog, ha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twins are born less frequently born in the eastern part of the world than in the western.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synesthesia is a rare condition in which the senses are combined. Synesthetes see words, taste colors and shapes, and feel flavors. Singer John Mayer has it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The onion is a lily, botanically.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aristotle, Sir Isaac Newton, Moses, and Charles Darwin had a problem expressing themselves because they stuttered. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A chicken will lay bigger and stronger eggs if you change the lighting in such a way as to make them think a day is 28 hours long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim Morrison found the name "The Doors" for his rock band in the title of Aldous Huxley's book "The Doors of Perception, which extolls the use of hallucinogenic drugs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Denmark, it is not considered proper to tip at restaurants or hotels. (I need to go to Denmark :D ha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las Vegas means "the meadows" in Spanish. Ironically, the city in the desert was once abundant in water and vegetation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing cards in India are round.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The electric chair was invented by a dentist. (thats why i hate dentists)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiders never spin webs in structures made of chestnut wood. That is why so many European chateaux were built with chestnut beams – spider webs on a 50-foot beamed ceiling can be difficult to clean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During menstruation, the sensitivity of a woman's middle finger is reduced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one can say just when Walt Disney began to think about undertaking his biggest project to date, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, but by the summer of 1934, his ideas were beginning to take concrete form. An exploratory outline that he distributed to his animation staff, dated August 9, 1934, included the following discussion of the dwarfs' names: "The names which follow each suggest a type of character and the names will immediately identify the character in the minds of the audience." Some of the names that were considered then discarded included Scrappy, Doleful, Crabby, Wistful, Dumpy, Soulful, Tearful, Snappy, Helpful, Gaspy, Gloomy, Busy, Dirty, Awful, Dizzy, Shifty, and Biggy-Wiggy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canadians eat more Kraft macaroni and cheese packaged dinners than any nationality in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rugby, North Dakota is the geographical center of North America, not the geographical center of the United States. That is located in Butte County, South Dakota, on the state's western border. If only the 48 contiguous states are included, the point is in Smith County, Kansas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7763015103090248057?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7763015103090248057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7763015103090248057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7763015103090248057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7763015103090248057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-its-time-to-update.html' title='i guess its time to update.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-5460304502299570006</id><published>2007-11-05T13:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:56:40.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2007/1105071labeouf1.html"&gt;SHIA LEBEOUF IS UNDER ARREST&lt;/a&gt; - Transformers star &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; CURSOR: hand; COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px dotted; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.wwtdd.com/#" target="_blank" itxtdid="4036666"&gt;Shia LaBeouf&lt;/a&gt; was arrested early Sunday morning after he refused to leave a Chicago Walgreens at 2:30 AM.  LaBeouf appeared to be intoxicated and was asked repeatedly to leave by security.  He refused and so police were called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-5460304502299570006?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5460304502299570006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=5460304502299570006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5460304502299570006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5460304502299570006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/shia.html' title='Shia?'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3128525956227218036</id><published>2007-11-03T03:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:46:52.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling really crappy lately. past 2 days have been horrible, and terribly lonely. cry myself to sleep lonely. and then tonight i talked to Jonathan. He's been kinda busy the past 2 days so we havent really talked. but then tonight it was... wonderful. as usual. every time i talk to him my face hurts from smiling so much. and just that... just that he can make me smile is... its such a big deal. To smile from the heart... its beautiful and so rare, and thats what i feel everytime i talk to him. i would marry him if it meant i got to feel that way for the rest of my life, i mean, obviously it wouldnt be all fun and laughter but... even if it was once a week it would be worth it. i want it to be december. i dont know if i have another semester left in me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3128525956227218036?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3128525956227218036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3128525956227218036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3128525956227218036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3128525956227218036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/glow.html' title='Glow'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2737542902758425015</id><published>2007-11-01T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:45:45.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and, where, when =I'm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its hard not to feel blue when you havent showered in 2 days. whats the point? It's not like I'll see you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And right when you think you might have potential you manage to screw up instant pudding... twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you become a depressing shut-in and you notice your chair has a perfect ass-groove. and damn, it is big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When yourself is the scariest thing on halloween night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you hate every inhaling breath because all it does is make your stomach even bigger than it was before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you wake up thinking you're not so bad looking, only to catch your reflection 3 hours later and feel nothing but repulsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though he tells you he loves you, you're terrified of the inevitable disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where this would all almost be humorus if it wasnt you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost be humorus if you werent fighting back tears every minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you try to write a poem but you fail at that too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2737542902758425015?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2737542902758425015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2737542902758425015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2737542902758425015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2737542902758425015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-where-when-im.html' title='and, where, when =I&apos;m.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-5026361612758193134</id><published>2007-10-28T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T02:59:18.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things from all over.</title><content type='html'>i suppose its time for a small update. i'm still with Jonathan. I'm still crazy for him. and (luckily) he's still crazy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to wear make up. i dont know if i like it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 12 rape whistles because jonathan wants a rape whistle for christmas, and i wanted to get him a nice one because he's going to get me lots of things for christmas, but all i could find is a nice whistle, not a fun rap whistle. but the whistle i wanted only came in a pack of 12. so... anyone want a rape whistle!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this weekend i screwed up instant mashed potatoes AND instant jello pudding. i mean, it was still pudding-esque, but take it from me, dont use Silk in your pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got wind that one of my roommates (Amanda) might live at home next semester. i hate it because she wants me to stay here next semester but she gets to be with her family!? boo-hiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i'm going to see 'Dan In Real Life' i'll let you all know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented 'To Wong Foo, from Julie Newmar With Love" this weekend, i had forgotten that it really isnt that funny. Well, its funny for the first 45 minutes but then it all goes down hill from there. Wesley Snipes is an &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt; woman. but John Leguizamo makes a surprisingly convincing woman, and Patrick Swayze just looks like he's having wayyy to much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this week, Brianna, Samantha, and I are going to the Bare Minerals store and free makeovers i heart free things. i especially heart free things that make me pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pedicure would be nice. but i doubt i'll get one. a tattoo would also be sweet, but i suck at getting a job, so i'm putting it off... or am i!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss kisses. kisses are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a massage. my hips hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Dan In Real Life. Very good. i highly recomend it. Highly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-5026361612758193134?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5026361612758193134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=5026361612758193134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5026361612758193134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/5026361612758193134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-from-all-over.html' title='things from all over.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6607588931834964256</id><published>2007-10-23T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:16:04.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/Rx6cg7NxYfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cyaqO60ht0w/s1600-h/Jonathan!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124705515459404274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/Rx6cg7NxYfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cyaqO60ht0w/s400/Jonathan!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my boyfriend :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are more pictures on myspace but they're from when he was camping so he looks kinda eh. but he has such kind eyes and... *sigh* i'm so happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6607588931834964256?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6607588931834964256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6607588931834964256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6607588931834964256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6607588931834964256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/jonathan-pt-3.html' title='Jonathan pt. 3'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/Rx6cg7NxYfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cyaqO60ht0w/s72-c/Jonathan!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-2013540868115030911</id><published>2007-10-23T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T03:18:26.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan pt.2</title><content type='html'>I am now a Girlfriend. i couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-2013540868115030911?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2013540868115030911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=2013540868115030911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2013540868115030911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/2013540868115030911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/jonathan-pt2.html' title='Jonathan pt.2'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-3035619247673413558</id><published>2007-10-22T03:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:56:07.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan.</title><content type='html'>This has been one of the best weekends of my entire life. i am totally, completely, head over heels. Katelyn you're probably confused, and Rachel, you probably think i'm insane. and i probably am, but .... he feels the same way about me. I could marry him. and i wouldnt just say that about anyone, and he wants to marry me too. I feel like vomiting. but i had to write it all down. wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-3035619247673413558?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3035619247673413558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=3035619247673413558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3035619247673413558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/3035619247673413558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/jonathan.html' title='Jonathan.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-7649923119555953762</id><published>2007-10-18T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:17:30.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i'm going to marry a hockey player.</title><content type='html'>So turns out Hockey, is awesome. I dont know why, but theres something about violent sports thats just really hot haha. I mean, really! I was in heaven! all these big burly men with stubble and long hair, yum. i particularily like number 18 Andrew Miller and/or number 15 Ryan Getzlaf of the Anaheim Ducks. excellent. (&lt;a href="http://ducks.nhl.com/team/app?service=page&amp;amp;page=TeamPlayers&amp;amp;type=roster"&gt;http://ducks.nhl.com/team/app?service=page&amp;amp;page=TeamPlayers&amp;amp;type=roster&lt;/a&gt;) yep. And they just ram into eachother and beat the crap out of eachother, i like it :D. Theres something sexy about a guy who can protect you, you know? And could like, break you in half but wont because he loves you hahaha yeah i know... i'm a loon. And they're so huge! we got to be 'backstage' at the stadium because Amanda sang the national anthem, so we were so close to them! and its really cool because they're completely sold out all season and we got to go for FREE! I cant wait to go again... for free. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, boys still suck. surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: steve... this cant work if i never see, or hear from you...  (in myspace message 5 days ago, which i know he read)&lt;br /&gt;ME: (Last night, text message) Wow... and this whole time i thought i meant something to you&lt;br /&gt;STEVE: Wow ur tripping hardcore ok sorry i have skool and a job&lt;br /&gt;ME:And i understand butt... i've been here for 2 months now, do you ever plan on asking me out? Or am i just a friend with benefits to you?&lt;br /&gt;STEVE:OK Wow where did all this shit come from damn y r u mad attacking me about this&lt;br /&gt;ME: I'm sorry for attacking you. I'm just frustrated&lt;br /&gt;STEVE: Wow right ok then late&lt;br /&gt;ME: what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;ME:Is it so wrong for me to want to know  how you feel about me?&lt;br /&gt;STEVE:Ok no but no joke im so not gonna b talk down to like that or disrespected like that.&lt;br /&gt;ME: I'm sorry the last thing i wanted to do is disrespect you that wasnt my intent.&lt;br /&gt;ME: (10 minutes later) It really wasnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the last i heard from him all night. what do i do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-7649923119555953762?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7649923119555953762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=7649923119555953762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7649923119555953762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/7649923119555953762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-im-going-to-marry-hockey-player.html' title='I think i&apos;m going to marry a hockey player.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-1824172057273424720</id><published>2007-10-18T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T03:03:32.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcImrNxYaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TwKiH6aIm0o/s1600-h/cute!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122572561685766562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcImrNxYaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TwKiH6aIm0o/s320/cute!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcImrNxYbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lf9s9lLS9JQ/s1600-h/cutecat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122572561685766578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcImrNxYbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lf9s9lLS9JQ/s320/cutecat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcIm7NxYcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3MAWle2nDbs/s1600-h/cutecat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122572565980733890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcIm7NxYcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3MAWle2nDbs/s320/cutecat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcIm7NxYdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ev4D7_mgRr0/s1600-h/cuuuttteee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122572565980733906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcIm7NxYdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ev4D7_mgRr0/s320/cuuuttteee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcIm7NxYeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/teZgHNyPEI0/s1600-h/kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122572565980733922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcIm7NxYeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/teZgHNyPEI0/s320/kitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want three cats named Emilio, Sprinkles, and Oscar. those are good cat names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-1824172057273424720?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1824172057273424720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=1824172057273424720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1824172057273424720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/1824172057273424720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-two-cats-named-emilio-and-oscar.html' title='yep.'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/RxcImrNxYaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TwKiH6aIm0o/s72-c/cute!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6060076113404473808</id><published>2007-10-17T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:45:10.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i suppose i could update</title><content type='html'>so i'm going to a hockey game tonight. I'm not really sure how that will go. hopefully it will be fun but it seems like the other girls are more into hockey than i am (go figure, me being from MN and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided boys are dumb. and i need to find someone worthwhile, no cross that out, i WILL find someone worthwhile, even if it kills me! oy. wish me luck. pretty sure i'm going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my tattoo katelyn. and the idea of getting one and not telling my family sounds kinda appealing. Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week on myspace 3 men above the age of 35 asked to be my myspace friend. c-r-e-e-p-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally saw transformers. but i feel bad. because i yelled at people for talking... not my best moment. it was weird, like, i was having this weird brain thing going on where i had a headache and the john guy was cute , and i was trying to pay attention to the movie, but i coudnt hear it very well, and i felt all awkward because there was a group dynamic that i will never be a part of and... blahh.... its weird how lonley you can feel sometimes for no real reason. i used to be so good at talking to people. i mean, i was bomb. and this year i feel like i've just stopped trying. instead i just blurt out awkward thing. i feel like i've lost my spark... it sucks... i miss people being interested in me... god that sounds so shallow. i bet people really werent it just... feels like they were.&lt;br /&gt;But transformers was a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think its time to shut up now... i've officially reached a new "emo" level. boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6060076113404473808?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6060076113404473808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6060076113404473808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6060076113404473808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6060076113404473808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-suppose-i-could-update.html' title='i suppose i could update'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327599613142871046.post-6979753293062366602</id><published>2007-10-16T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:53:10.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for RayChill... my only reader...</title><content type='html'>You got me into this again. you should be ashamed, haha you have no idea how completely boring my posts are going to be. However, exciting news today. i found out one of my best friends who i've known for 8 years is pregnant. can't say i'm too surprised. But in a freakish way i'm really excited! i get to be an Aunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2327599613142871046-6979753293062366602?l=thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6979753293062366602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2327599613142871046&amp;postID=6979753293062366602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6979753293062366602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2327599613142871046/posts/default/6979753293062366602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealmondtreegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-raychill-my-only-reader.html' title='for RayChill... my only reader...'/><author><name>TheAlmondTreeGrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699493039746393416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GBl3MDb1eRw/SY-Q-4x7IJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5y7eQbLs4l4/S220/n139000906_30387736_9003-CROPPED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
