<?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-13484685</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:14:13.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango to Hell</title><subtitle type='html'>The need to express, to communicate, to going against the grain, going insane, going mad.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-114029202764561953</id><published>2006-02-18T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:47:07.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHoo!</title><content type='html'>There is a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found Maryanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get my hair cut tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-114029202764561953?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/114029202764561953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=114029202764561953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/114029202764561953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/114029202764561953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2006/02/woohoo.html' title='WooHoo!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-114022343822467069</id><published>2006-02-17T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:43:59.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog</title><content type='html'>I just realized how much I miss Blogger. And Liz's entertaining news. But, I've been super busy with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Mad Hatter in my school's production of Alice in Wonderland. It was the part that I wanted, so I'm really excited. The cast looks really good. Every one has British accents - it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an iPod. Yes. I saved up for about a month and I now have my own portable music miniGod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.eisley.com/"&gt;Eisley&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trimester from HELL is over in two weeks. No more Chemistry, AP History, Honors Geometry. I'll just have Honors English, Spanish 3, Advanced Drama, Advanced Computer Apps., and Contemporary Artmaking. Easy classes. Easy, easy, easy. I can't wait. I just have exams to get through first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, I had to banish a very angry squirrel from my home. Frightening experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Cortnie and I got Wicked tickets. Granted, they're probably worth $30 each and we spent $100, but we get to... DEFY GRAAAVITY! And &lt;a href="http://www.broadway.com/site_images/524252.jpg"&gt;Julia Murney &lt;/a&gt;is playing Elphaba. That's &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/Starbuck04/Autographed%20Items/CDinsert-TheWildPartywithJulia.jpg"&gt;JULIA MURNEY &lt;/a&gt;of The Wild Party. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-114022343822467069?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/114022343822467069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=114022343822467069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/114022343822467069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/114022343822467069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-113615080044019665</id><published>2006-01-01T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:26:40.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't updated in forever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fine. Just keeping me busy. Working 20 hours a week. The Prowl. Drama Club starting. Busy. But I've been on break and will be until... the day after tomorrow (wow, didn't realize it was so soon) and it's been calm, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama club will be doing &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/em&gt;. Eh, I say to that. We'll see, though. Hopefully auditions will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other things: I'm just going with it all - flying by the seat of my pants. If I have power, I don't know it. I'm confused, too. I'm trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-113615080044019665?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/113615080044019665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=113615080044019665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/113615080044019665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/113615080044019665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-113414568770144881</id><published>2005-12-09T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:31:01.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent Review</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long time - I've been too busy. I now have school (the harderst trimester ever - Honors English, Honors Geometry, AP History, Spanish 3, and Chemistry B), work, homework, editing the paper, and an attampt to have a social life on my plate. I'm survivin' though, so I's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here by popular demand (of Alice) I shall post the &lt;em&gt;Rent &lt;/em&gt;movie review I wrote for &lt;em&gt;The Prowl &lt;/em&gt;(but changed a little bit). It was one of the hardest articles I've had to write, probably because I'm so close to it's subject matter. If you notice and grammerical errors, tell me. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Own Emotion, I &lt;em&gt;Rent&lt;/em&gt;: A Movie Review&lt;br /&gt;By Cole Wood****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The highly anticipated movie version of Jonathan Larson’s stage musical, &lt;em&gt;Rent &lt;/em&gt;has at last blasted its way into theaters, with new life and a new sound.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;Rent &lt;/em&gt;follows a year in the life of eight friends who are living the bohemian life as starving artists in the East Village of New York City. Six of movie’s eight stars reprise the roles that they played on stage in Rent when it opened almost a decade ago in 1996. Original cast member Anthony Rapp plays Mark, a filmmaker and roommate of Adam Pascal’s character, HIV-positive singer/songwriter Roger. Wilson Jermaine Heredia, who won a Tony for his stage performance as Angel in &lt;em&gt;Rent&lt;/em&gt; jumps back into his Christmas drag to play the AIDS-infected, street performing character. Jesse L. Martin, of &lt;em&gt;Law &amp; Order &lt;/em&gt;fame, comes back as Tom Collins a gay anarchist and old friend of Mark and Roger. Taye Diggs, who had his own television show, &lt;em&gt;Kevin Hill&lt;/em&gt;, is Mark and Roger’s landlord and ex-roommate. Also back is Broadway star Idina Menzel, who most recently donning green make-up to star as the Wicked Witch of the West, Elphaba in &lt;em&gt;Wicked&lt;/em&gt;. Menzel reprises Maureen, a larger-than-life performer. They are joined by Rosario Dawson, who plays Mimi, an exotic dancer and Tracie Thoms, who plays Joanne, the lawyer girlfriend of Menzel’s character, Maureen.&lt;br /&gt;     Though the movie was advertised more as fun and a celebration of friendship, it deals with much heavier themes. That is not to say that &lt;em&gt;Rent &lt;/em&gt;is not a happy movie; lighter moments like Maureen’s hilarious performance piece, “Over the Moon” and the amazing song, “La Vie Boheme”, a musical celebration of the Bohemian lifestyle, bring fun to the movie. Still, the themes of poverty, death, and AIDS (which was more of a death sentence that a medical diagnosis, since the movie takes place in 1989) give the movie a slightly gloomy feel. These themes do not hurt the movie, however. If anything, the film’s sadder parts, like Jesse L. Martin’s tear-jerking performance of I’ll Cover You (Reprise), make it more real and Rent’s essential message of living each day as your last, more poignant.&lt;br /&gt;     The music which makes up 85% of the movie is mainly of the pop/rock genre. The voices of the actors are incredibly pure and moving, clearly demonstrating that art of acting through song. Songs like the “Out Tonight” and the title track, “Rent” blast through the speakers, heavy on guitar and percussion, while ballads like “One Song Glory” and “Without You” are much more toned down and emotional. This variety of music makes the soundtrack much more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;     The acting in the movie is fantastic. Perhaps the best performance is that of Jesse L. Martin. Martin’s Collins is funny, heartbreaking, and strong. The best vocal performance is, in my opinion, Tracie Thoms’. It would be a difficult task to match the vocal power of Idina Menzel in “Take Me or Leave Me”, a confrontational duet between the lovers, but Thoms more than does so. In “Seasons of Love”, the song played in most of the movie’s advertisements, she hits an amazing high “C” note seemingly effortlessly. Anthony Rapp’s Mark is just as lovable and Adam Pascal does an excellent job portraying the heights and depths or Roger. Always incredible, Idina Menzel gives a stand-out performance. Angel is made such a loveable character by Wilson Jermaine Heredia and Taye Diggs’ Benny is just as unlikable as he should be.&lt;br /&gt;     After listening to the original Broadway cast recording It’s hard to say that they music is better in the movie. But the voices and the music are stronger. “Tango: Maureen”, for instance, is made so much larger than in the OBCR (this is also helped by the huge and amazing dance sequence the scene contains). The voices are different, also (both between the new and old actresses and between the originals now in 1996). Rosario Dawson’s voice is much purer, but not quite as feisty as original Mimi, Daphne Rubin Vega’s and Tracie Thoms is just as brilliant as Fredi Walker, but maybe a little bit more professional-sounding. Taye Diggs also has a more finished sound than he did. Idina Menzel, Adam Pascal, and Jesse L. Martin all sound older, a possible effect that smoking has taken on their voices. Anthony Rapp and Wilson Jermaine Heredia sound about the same, though they, especially Rapp, have a harder edge. Overall I think that the music is possibly better, but more different than anything else. The new recording will defiantly not cancel out the OBCR in the hearts and ears of fans of the Broadway show.&lt;br /&gt;     The musical that has become an obsession of most of its fans, nicknamed &lt;em&gt;RENT&lt;/em&gt;heads, since it’s beginning in 1996, has finally been pushed into the spotlight of major motion picture. Hopefully its amazing message will be able to touch and change as many lives as a film as it did as a stage musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Thank you, Jonathan Larson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-113414568770144881?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/113414568770144881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=113414568770144881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/113414568770144881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/113414568770144881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/12/rent-review.html' title='Rent Review'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-113169207152297848</id><published>2005-11-11T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:54:31.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another idea stolen from Liz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://superlib02.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;, who takes the best ideas from people so that I can, in turn, steal them from her, recently made a quiz about herself. So I did, too (even though my quiz isn't cool like hers with rhyming words and such). &lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=051111015040-139886"&gt;Take it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-113169207152297848?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/113169207152297848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=113169207152297848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/113169207152297848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/113169207152297848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-idea-stolen-from-liz.html' title='Another idea stolen from Liz'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-113159003008654158</id><published>2005-11-09T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:56:20.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme of Threes</title><content type='html'>Goodness, it's been a long time since I've posted. I finally have my computer back and I'm ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was catching up on Liz's blog and I saw my name under the people who she would like to see post this. Of course, I immediately came back here to get postin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meme of Threes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three names I go by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole&lt;br /&gt;Colester&lt;br /&gt;Denver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three screen names I have had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;br /&gt;Spikeyone45777&lt;br /&gt;Spikeyone4577&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things I like about myself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;Erm... feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things I don't like about myself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips chap very easily&lt;br /&gt;Pale&lt;br /&gt;I could use a bit more muscle tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three parts of my heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish&lt;br /&gt;German&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, I'm white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Bad drivers&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people mess up in plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my everyday essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My watch&lt;br /&gt;Chapstick brand All Natural lip balm&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my favorite musical artists:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Larson&lt;br /&gt;The Ditty Bops&lt;br /&gt;Idina Menzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my favorite songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm listing more than three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Tear Us Apart (INXS)&lt;br /&gt;La Vie Boheme (RENT)&lt;br /&gt;Rent (RENT)&lt;br /&gt;Out Tonight (RENT)&lt;br /&gt;Tango:Maureen (RENT)&lt;br /&gt;Oh La La (The Ditty Bops)&lt;br /&gt;My Humps (The Black Eyed Peas)&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental Journey (Renee Olstead)&lt;br /&gt;Over at the Frankenstein Place (Rocky Horror)&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the Band Latoya (Juliette and the Licks)&lt;br /&gt;Head Over Heals (Tears For Fears)&lt;br /&gt;Catch My Fall (Katy Rose) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I want in a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun&lt;br /&gt;Humor&lt;br /&gt;Attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three lies and truths in no particular order:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blue&lt;br /&gt;I own two dogs&lt;br /&gt;I have an autographed Katy Rose CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses&lt;br /&gt;A unique look&lt;br /&gt;Pretty eyes/teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my favorite hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I want to do really badly right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat sushi&lt;br /&gt;Act on stage&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Places I want to vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;New York City&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three kid's names I like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;Roxie&lt;br /&gt;Beatrix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a novel/play/screenplay&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Act/sing professionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three ways that I am stereotypically a boy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitive when it comes to video games&lt;br /&gt;Messy&lt;br /&gt;Tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three ways that I am stereotypically a girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like to shop (if I've money to spend)&lt;br /&gt;Like to dress nice&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't physically fight someone (unless completely necessary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three celeb crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosario Dawson&lt;br /&gt;Uma Thurman&lt;br /&gt;Claire Danes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two people I would like to see post this meme:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortnie&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-113159003008654158?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/113159003008654158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Seemed so good in theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-113011715517924633?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/113011715517924633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=113011715517924633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/113011715517924633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/113011715517924633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112935348781586321</id><published>2005-10-15T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T01:18:07.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over, and over, and over til I got it right</title><content type='html'>Last night with Cortnie, Jessica, and Joey was a lot of fun. I saw Forrest Gump for the first time ever. It was hilarious. Much, much fun. And the Chinese was good, and everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley, Nathan, Bryan, and I went to see Tick, Tick... BOOM! tonight which was more than incredible. The cast was awesome. It was so good. So, so, so good. SO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought the Rent movie poster. They were selling them at the theatre for $2. I was so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112935348781586321?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112935348781586321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112935348781586321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112935348781586321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112935348781586321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/10/over-and-over-and-over-til-i-got-it.html' title='Over, and over, and over til I got it right'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112900070397367003</id><published>2005-10-10T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:18:23.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortnie's red pencil is on my desk</title><content type='html'>School was okay today. I presented in AP History with Lisa Kudrow. The Chem test was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortnie and I did math together after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucked. I hate the Jub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Cortnie and I will get Japanese food tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the PSAT will be easy. And the drama meeting with be on Wednesday. And Knudsen's not a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummity bum bum. Bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112900070397367003?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112900070397367003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112900070397367003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112900070397367003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112900070397367003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/10/cortnies-red-pencil-is-on-my-desk.html' title='Cortnie&apos;s red pencil is on my desk'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112875114013869395</id><published>2005-10-08T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:59:00.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Thunderdome, bitch.</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a very, &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;good night. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0348333/"&gt;Waiting...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was hilarious. Most fun I've had in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112875114013869395?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112875114013869395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112875114013869395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112875114013869395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112875114013869395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-to-thunderdome-bitch.html' title='Welcome to Thunderdome, bitch.'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112856670797846644</id><published>2005-10-05T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:45:07.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;tired of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112856670797846644?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112856670797846644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112856670797846644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112856670797846644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112856670797846644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112814086088863217</id><published>2005-10-01T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:27:40.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>Great night, but... ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112814086088863217?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112814086088863217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112814086088863217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112814086088863217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112814086088863217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/10/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112796138143223445</id><published>2005-09-28T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:38:55.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth entry of the night - last one, I promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Origami&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(9/18/2005)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry with a full stomach&lt;br /&gt;My piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;Went there and back&lt;br /&gt;And it's still strong&lt;br /&gt;Still picks up slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My healthy body is ill&lt;br /&gt;I taste, I touch&lt;br /&gt;I smell, I hear&lt;br /&gt;20/50 vision's&lt;br /&gt;Just as clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my self&lt;br /&gt;What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the table, fill the cup&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if they're not clean&lt;br /&gt;Feed me love and teach me hate&lt;br /&gt;And all the shit that's in between&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112796138143223445?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112796138143223445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112796138143223445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112796138143223445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112796138143223445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/fourth-entry-of-night-last-one-i.html' title='Fourth entry of the night - last one, I promise'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112796089971729622</id><published>2005-09-28T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:28:19.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meow</title><content type='html'>I hate nights like this. I realize how lonely/pathetic I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kicks an imaginary kitten*&lt;br /&gt;        ...&lt;br /&gt;*hears real meowing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... damn cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Did I ever go back to the doctor after I had mono to make sure that my spleen returned to its normal size? No, I don't believe so. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three whole entries tonight. I should be proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112796089971729622?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112796089971729622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112796089971729622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112796089971729622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112796089971729622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/meow.html' title='meow'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112795719521281653</id><published>2005-09-28T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:58:27.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Tag</title><content type='html'>I realize that I just posted an entry, but I just read the wonderful blog of &lt;a href="http://superlib02.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; and decided to take part in a "math challenge." You find your 23rd entry, the fifth sentence in that entry, and post it. You then tag five more people to do the same. My sentence was from way back in July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/crazy-from-heat.html"&gt;That WOULD make Ms. Stefani a hollaback girl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I'm kind of proud of my sentence. So, there. Also, I've decided to tag people the same lazy way that Liz did. If you read this and have a minute, go on and find entry number 23 and sentence number 5. It's fun, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112795719521281653?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112795719521281653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112795719521281653' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112795719521281653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112795719521281653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-tag.html' title='Blog Tag'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112795638724526051</id><published>2005-09-28T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:18:27.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The mind churns, the heart yearns</title><content type='html'>School's been boring. Crappy. Decent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming was just swell. Beluga was incredible. Best sushi I've ever had. The dance was awesome. Misty was a great date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone failed their AP History tests. Highest grade in the class was a 47 out of 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama meeting is supposed to be next Wednesday, or so Mr. Knudsen told Carly. Finally. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prowl's coming out on Friday. Should be pretty good. It's keeping me busy. I worked on it until around 4 today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library with Jessica and Cortnie after that. Then to Texas Roadhouse with Cortnie, her mom, Mom-mom, and Bob. Hopefully Applebee's on Friday with Cortnie, Jessica, Rachel, Tommy, and Joey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the Rent soundtrack yesterday, which is amazing. It sounds better than my downloaded, leaked files. Tracie's on my cover, rocking the house. Fun talk with Ashley about exploding lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've just realized - I completely forgot about my guitar lesson today. Ah, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112795638724526051?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112795638724526051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112795638724526051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112795638724526051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112795638724526051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/mind-churns-heart-yearns.html' title='The mind churns, the heart yearns'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112693567557018949</id><published>2005-09-17T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:41:15.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I work at a club, hold the door, nothing more</title><content type='html'>Is it just normal teen angst making me feel alone when I'm surrounded by friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112693567557018949?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112693567557018949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112693567557018949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112693567557018949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112693567557018949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-work-at-club-hold-door-nothing-more.html' title='I work at a club, hold the door, nothing more'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112656721763315351</id><published>2005-09-12T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:20:17.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big closet dyke</title><content type='html'>I realized the other day that if I put on some rouge and maybe a little eye make-up, I'd look like a lesbian. I looked in the mirror. A lesbian on a commercial for the Logo Network has the same hair as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did I say lesbo?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112656721763315351?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112656721763315351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112656721763315351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112656721763315351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112656721763315351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-closet-dyke.html' title='big closet dyke'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112633023004542119</id><published>2005-09-10T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:32:46.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who among us hasn't wanted to eat a spider and do crazy wall dances? Or take a swing at Daddy? Or just jump right the fuck out of a window? GO EMILY!</title><content type='html'>Pretty awesome day. School was fine. Not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortnie and I went to see &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0404032/"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/a&gt; ("One, two, three, four, five, SIIIIIX!") which was scary and funny and thrilling and &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. We went to Target afterwards to try to find the newer My Chemical Romance CD. We were just kind of stunned by all of the Emily Rose. And it wasn't there. Starbucks after that and then to the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Jessica collect money for hurricane relief. Hopefully I'll get some kind of NHS time. Cortnie, Misty, Natalie, Desiree, and I were standing around talking about My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas, so we decided to go out to my car to listen to it. A fight of some sort broke out behind my car. Natalie and Desiree got out to see. The person parked next to me jumped into their car, flung their door into mine, scratched my paint, said he was, "Sorry," and drove away. Misty went to find Natalie. Cortnie and I got out and discovered that the back of my car was splattered with blood (pictures to be posted soon). We all met up by a lamppost outside of the football stadium and decided that Misty, Natalie, and I were going to Gold Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove Cortnie back to her car at my house and then Misty and Natalie to Gold Star. We ordered and people began rushing in. It was crazy-busy. We ate and Jessica Moorehous got there. The four of us eventually left and went to the park. Where we ran through some big grass until Jessica thought she saw someone and we ran back. Misty and I talked about the castle. Jessica came and got us. End of night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112633023004542119?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112633023004542119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112633023004542119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112633023004542119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112633023004542119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-among-us-hasnt-wanted-to-eat.html' title='Who among us hasn&apos;t wanted to eat a spider and do crazy wall dances? Or take a swing at Daddy? Or just jump right the fuck out of a window? GO EMILY!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112623010190441689</id><published>2005-09-08T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:41:41.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready normal people? Ready! Ready! Ready!</title><content type='html'>I had the most free time on a weekday since school started today. I only had a little geometry. I'm writing a research paper on RENT for Research Seminar. And I have to write part of a paper for Religions proving that the scientific theories about the beginning of the world (even though it's not really what I believe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during my research I found out about chimeras. They're half-human, half-animal hybrid creature things. Scientists are fucking with embryos and they make stuff like this:&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/images/chimera-mouse-ear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.livescience.com/images/chimera-mouse-ear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that they can probably have mice with human brains by the end of the year. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, an inventor somewhere is working on video headstones. I assume that it would play something like the video they play when one of the final 10 gets kicked off of American Idol. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go see the evil possessed scary Satan &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0404032/"&gt;girl &lt;/a&gt;tomorrow. *painful shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112623010190441689?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112623010190441689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112623010190441689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112623010190441689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112623010190441689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/ready-normal-people-ready-ready-ready.html' title='Ready normal people? Ready! Ready! Ready!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112589594420586998</id><published>2005-09-05T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:21:14.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Icons that are pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/rentmovieicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/rentmovieicon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/lavieboheme3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/lavieboheme3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA VIE BOHEME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/withoutyou3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/withoutyou3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Should Tell You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/happynewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/happynewyear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/today4u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/today4u.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 4 U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/tangomaureen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/tangomaureen1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Tango:Maureen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/hereclassy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/hereclassy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Wild Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/nessashoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/nessashoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing RENT with Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/glindadrug.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/glindadrug.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/fortheloveofidina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/fortheloveofidina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/sweetchenoweth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/sweetchenoweth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cutest Goddamn things in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/elphieisgod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/320/elphieisgod.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elphie = God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112589594420586998?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112589594420586998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112589594420586998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112589594420586998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112589594420586998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/icons-that-are-pretty.html' title='Icons that are pretty'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112584638388309317</id><published>2005-09-04T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:08:25.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every fiber of my being is displayed to quite remarkable effect</title><content type='html'>Things are pretty good. Everything is pretty much normal. Cortnie and I went to Target and Panera on Friday and had a good time (I drove since I have my license *danceWOObamalamaOWowOWyaydancedanceSKAT* and congratulations to Natalie and Cortnie for getting theirs' also.) Ashley and I went to see &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0387131/"&gt;The Constant Gardener&lt;/a&gt; last night, which was really good and we had a great time. And I'm going to Homecoming with Misty which will be mucho mucho awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112584638388309317?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112584638388309317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112584638388309317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112584638388309317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112584638388309317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/09/every-fiber-of-my-being-is-displayed.html' title='Every fiber of my being is displayed to quite remarkable effect'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112554409641788714</id><published>2005-08-31T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:08:16.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas</title><content type='html'>Just so everyone knows, I've been über-busy lately. With school and in-car and school, the shit is definitely bananas. But I take my test driving test tomorrow. I wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112554409641788714?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112554409641788714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112554409641788714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112554409641788714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112554409641788714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/bananas.html' title='Bananas'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112524488474148711</id><published>2005-08-28T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:01:24.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rustle, rustle, crackle, pound</title><content type='html'>School's been eh. It's nice seeing everyone, but I'm not overly excited about any of my current classes. I'm hoping that Mr. Cox's World Religions will be interesting and his AP History won't be too hard, but I can't really tell yet. Research Seminar seems boring. I like Honors Geometry; Szabo's a surprisingly good teacher. I'm not looking forward to the rest of Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have name tags that we have to &lt;em&gt;wear &lt;/em&gt;the whole time we're at school. Besides our picture, a barcode is on the name tag. A freaking barcode. We need it to buy lunch and to check out books, but it's a barcode. I feel like a grocery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prowl's getting started already, so that's good. Carly and I are co-editors. w00t. According to Rachel, there'll be a drama club meeting sometime soon. I have high hopes for this Knudsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's a new &lt;a href="http://movies.aol.com/movie_exclusive_rent_clip"&gt;Rent trailer&lt;/a&gt;. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112524488474148711?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112524488474148711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112524488474148711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112524488474148711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112524488474148711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/rustle-rustle-crackle-pound.html' title='Rustle, rustle, crackle, pound'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112467945419598438</id><published>2005-08-21T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:16:24.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Gifts</title><content type='html'>I've decided to blog about everything I got for my birthday. Using pictures. To show off all my cool new shit. And for me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ashley: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/000_09882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/200/000_09881.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wonderful RENT shirt that says "To being an us for once, instead of them. LA VIE BOHEME",  a RENT key chain, and film cells from Sin City that were imported from Great Britan. We also spent a day in Newport going to Shadowbox and searching for gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Lee-Lee: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/000_09912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/200/000_09911.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A balloon wishing me a happy birthday and some... erm, Kroger-brand imitation crabmeat. She's my mom's best friend and she just knew that I like sushi, so she got me crabmeat. We're not sure if this was a joke or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Abbi: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/000_09832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/200/000_09831.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful sculpture, some friendship bamboo (the shoot on the left is her, the right is me), and a small, blue lizard keychain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Nathan: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/000_09921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/200/000_09921.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very pretty Kill Bill Volume 2 poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Grandma: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/000_09762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/200/000_09761.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so she didn't really get me this stuff, she got me a Best Buy gift card (like my Aunt Linda and Uncle Sam), but with that gift card I bought the new Black Eyed Peas CD, The Ditty Bops CD (with which I have fallen in love), The Best of Molly Shannon on SNL, and a CD visor for my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my parents: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/1600/000_0955smaller2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/1185/200/000_0955smaller1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY CAR. A 2002 Nissan Sentra GXE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a call and an e-card from Misty, a MasterCard gift cheque from my sister, and a check from my Aunt Ingrid and Uncle Craig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112467945419598438?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112467945419598438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112467945419598438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112467945419598438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112467945419598438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-birthday-gifts.html' title='My Birthday Gifts'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112451837495327966</id><published>2005-08-20T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:13:44.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody misses the missing</title><content type='html'>So I've been 16 for almost two days. It's alright. Good, I suppose. Who knew 16 could be so anti-climactic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more I'm having this awkward feeling. Around the nicest people, too. It's me, I'm sure. Mostly. Good movie tonight, though. &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0405422/"&gt;The 40 Year-Old Virgin&lt;/a&gt; was very funny. Just this unnervingly uncomfortable feeling almost the whole time. I'm good at shrugging things off. By tomorrow I'll be normal. Weird mood right now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting dream last night. Strangely satisfying my slight obsession with 3's, 5's, and their multiples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair cut tomorrow. I want something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112451837495327966?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112451837495327966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112451837495327966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112451837495327966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112451837495327966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/nobody-misses-missing.html' title='Nobody misses the missing'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112431707417102443</id><published>2005-08-17T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:17:54.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Left Feet</title><content type='html'>I got a CD by &lt;a href="http://thedittybops.com/"&gt;The Ditty Bops&lt;/a&gt; today with the Best Buy gift card from my grandma. It has contented me very, very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112431707417102443?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112431707417102443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112431707417102443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112431707417102443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112431707417102443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/four-left-feet.html' title='Four Left Feet'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112371066294328087</id><published>2005-08-10T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:43:20.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Schedual</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My 05-06 Class Schedual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Trimester&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Contemporary World Religions - Cox&lt;br /&gt;2) Research Seminar - Abineri&lt;br /&gt;3) Honors Geometry B - Szabo&lt;br /&gt;4) AP American History - Cox&lt;br /&gt;5) Chemistry A - Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Trimester&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Honors English 11/1 - Isaac&lt;br /&gt;2) Honors Geometry A - Szabo&lt;br /&gt;3) AP American History - Cox&lt;br /&gt;4) Spanish 3/A - Warren&lt;br /&gt;5) Chemistry B - Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Trimester&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Advanced Drama - Knudsen&lt;br /&gt;2) Advanced Computer Applications - Ginn&lt;br /&gt;3) Cont. Art - Londner&lt;br /&gt;4) Spanish 3/B - Warren&lt;br /&gt;5) Honors English 11/2 - Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Room&lt;/strong&gt;: 120 (Who's room is this???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Locker #&lt;/strong&gt;: 208&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112371066294328087?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112371066294328087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112371066294328087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112371066294328087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112371066294328087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-schedual.html' title='My Schedual'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112356387861662147</id><published>2005-08-09T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:19:28.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The past 6 or so days</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. In the past 6 or so days, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helped cater a wedding&lt;/strong&gt;. Nicole, Jessica, and I worked at a wedding reception (Jeff and Karin's, actually) serving drinks, cleaning, and acting dumb. I stole some festive chopsticks (Karin's Filipino).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Took pictures of my car&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/368/0000955smallerer2ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/368/0000955smallerer2ed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to &lt;a href="http://shadowboxcabaret.com/"&gt;Shadowbox&lt;/a&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a lot of fun. Ashley, Nathan, and I were right in front of the band, which was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;strong&gt;I found a dead moth &lt;/strong&gt;in the popcorn at work tonight. It was gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112356387861662147?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112356387861662147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112356387861662147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112356387861662147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112356387861662147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/past-6-or-so-days.html' title='The past 6 or so days'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112304767107121455</id><published>2005-08-03T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T01:41:46.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>I don't even know if I know who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112304767107121455?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112304767107121455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112304767107121455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112304767107121455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112304767107121455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112296055171341185</id><published>2005-08-02T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T01:31:03.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Well, well, well. What the fuck is this? A condom in my bed? You better start talkin', bitch!" - the smooth rhymes of R Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Started in-car with Eva. It was kind of fun and kind of interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Got home and watched VH1's special presentation of R Kelly's &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://r-kelly.com/index_main.html"&gt;Trapped in the Closet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which was nothing less than fucking weird (but kind of... engrossing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Went to Dairy Queen with Ashley. On the way there, she gave me part of my birthday gift: a RENT shirt that I like very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; From Dairy Queen, we went to the Midway and then to Nathan's and saw the new Rent movie trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Got home and found out that I might be going to California on the 19th for my brother's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Heard about some drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a pretty fulfilling day. A bit of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112296055171341185?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112296055171341185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112296055171341185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112296055171341185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112296055171341185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-well-well-what-fuck-is-this.html' title='&quot;Well, well, well. What the fuck is this? A condom in my bed? You better start talkin&apos;, bitch!&quot; - the smooth rhymes of R Kelly'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112274526346166137</id><published>2005-07-30T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T13:41:03.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy from the Heat</title><content type='html'>Something I've been thinking about since about 1 in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allthehitsq100.com/qmusic/qvideos/images/GwenStefani_HollabackGirl.jpg"&gt;Gwen &lt;/a&gt;says that she "ain't no hollaback girl." Well, I take that to mean that she doesn't holla back. Right? Well, I don't know the rules of hollain' back, but wouldn't writing a song to show everyone what a bitch the other party is be hollain' back. That WOULD make Ms. Stefani a hollaback girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.shadowboxcabaret.com/"&gt;Shadowbox Cabaret&lt;/a&gt; last night and saw 'Crazy from the Heat' with Ashley and her friends, Caroline, Laura, and Trester. It was fun and the show was very, very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112274526346166137?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112274526346166137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112274526346166137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112274526346166137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112274526346166137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/crazy-from-heat.html' title='Crazy from the Heat'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112227035047238763</id><published>2005-07-25T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:47:14.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wrap-Up of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So,&lt;/strong&gt; the family reunion wasn't as bad as expected. Everyone kind of stayed with their own immediate family. Kind of pointless, but whatever. I saw &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0396269/"&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/a&gt; afterwards and really enjoyed it. So much, in fact, that I might go see it again with Ashley. &lt;strong&gt;Other possible things&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ashley this week&lt;/strong&gt;: demolition derby and a night at the drive-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortnie and I have driving school to look forward to for the next few days. I'm going to be a bit pessimistic and go ahead and say that though we're getting rid of a lot of the (as Cortnie so eloquently put it in &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/bullet__/"&gt;her LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;) "tobacco-chewing-hick-mother-fucking-idiots" we will get new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Other news:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Births&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat became a mother of 3 under my porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deaths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed a moth earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole a spoon on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really, really hot at work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112227035047238763?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112227035047238763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112227035047238763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112227035047238763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112227035047238763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/wrap-up-of-things.html' title='A Wrap-Up of Things'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112190090548017234</id><published>2005-07-20T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:08:25.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New things:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Driving school is a total rip off. Totally not worth $250. We do work sheet after work sheet. And we don't even do them. A woman with a mullet gives us the answers. I'm learning so much. I'm basically just paying an extra $250 to get my license. Eva's got a pretty good scam going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm being forced/guilted to a family reunion this Saturday. (Little secret: I'm not overly fond of the people I meet at different family shit.) My parents say, "It's exciting. We never have family reunions." And I was happy with that. I mean, we have funerals. It's pretty much the same thing. Just a different location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I work tonight. It's going to be very warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you don't like posts devoted to complaining, I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112190090548017234?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112190090548017234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112190090548017234' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112190090548017234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112190090548017234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/irritating-week.html' title='Irritating Week'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112153280714613583</id><published>2005-07-16T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:01:38.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream last night</title><content type='html'>I'm posting this conversation between Cortnie and I so that I can remember the dream I had last night. It's more for me than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: I had a dream last night for the first time in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: What was it about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: It was kind of about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Did I fail my summer reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: But we were only going for 3 hours everyday for 3 days because at the end of the three days the whole school was going to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: It was last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: That'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And we had this special guest teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Mr. Schoech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: It was a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: Anyway... I seems much more strange now than when I was having  the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: The teacher was telling us about history of something. And for some reason, she said that we shouldn't eat anything without all natural ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And I went "Uh" but not like the dumb or not understanding "uh". It was the 'that's stupid "uh"'. Like the throaty, spitty noise of "you're stupid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: um.. sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: oh like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And she's like, "What?" And I said, "That's dumb. You can't tell us what to eat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: where you sort of stick out your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: Kind of. But I didn't stick out my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And there was this other teacher in the room, too, but she was just observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And then the bell rang and I started to leave, but the teachers caught me out in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And they started telling me how bad I am. And then the observing teacher says that I told her that she was "a crazy bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And then my favorite teacher that I've ever had, Mrs. Hastings comes up and started to defend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And then they dismissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: This all happened in where Mrs. Daria's room is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: But it was kind of not in our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: Because I was walking through this glass hallway above the school with Lisa Howison before class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: Anyway, I started to walk towards the lunch room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And I saw Misty and she gave me a hug and I told her what happened, and she said, "You'll probably get in trouble if you don't go to the office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: To talk to Mr. Henderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Sup Homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: he was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: It was Mr. Henderson, but he was a lot like Mr. Blackman, the principal from Strangers With Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And I found him and we went into his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And then he said, "We should go in here so no one can hear us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And we went into this room off of his office.&lt;br /&gt;Bah bAh daH: yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And he pressed this button and it vacume sealed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And it was noisy like when you're walking down the ramp thing to get onto a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And I told him all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And he said that I shouldn't have scoffed at the first teacher, but he would talk to the one that lied, because I didn't say that she was a crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And then we went out of this other door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And we were on this ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: like a plank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, it was like a wooden pole, but a little wider and easier to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And we didn't know how to get down.&lt;br /&gt;Bah bAh daH: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And Mr. Henderson/Blackman said that if Mrs. Hastings was below, she could catch us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: (Mrs. Hastings was always really strong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And then all of the sudden, Mrs. Hastings was on the ledge with us, so she couldn't do us much good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: We were about 30-40 feet above the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And we decide that we have to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And Mr. Henderson jumps straight down and lands hard on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And it makes this BOOM sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: But he's okay, he just yelled up to us that his legs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: So Mrs. Hastings said that we should move our legs like we're walking as we fall so we don't land so hard on our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: (it made sense at the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And she jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: and her vagina rips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And she falls, but it's just like if you tripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: Her vagina's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: that's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And I jump just like she did and I just kind of fall as if I tripped, but the ground was really soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And I started cracking up as soon as I hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: I was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm not sure why I was now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And I looked around and I was in a giant-sized version of my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: That's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpikeyTango2Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: It was a really fun dream, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah bAh daH&lt;/strong&gt;: :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112153280714613583?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112144509072629414</id><published>2005-07-15T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:31:30.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New SN</title><content type='html'>New AIM screen name&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; SpikeyTango2Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112144509072629414?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112144509072629414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112144509072629414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112144509072629414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112144509072629414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-sn.html' title='New SN'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112138067843317085</id><published>2005-07-14T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:42:41.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Noel, the angels did say: Don't need no hateration, holleration in this dancery.</title><content type='html'>So I was getting ready to read some more of &lt;em&gt;A Lesson Before Dying&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not that far and I'm hoping to finish it by the end of the month. I need to get it done. I decide that I need to brew myself some tea before I jump into my book. I walk downstairs where I had carelessly left the TV on. And what should I see? Why, it's the opening credits of SNL. Now, I love SNL, but this summer reading thing is important. Then I hear, "... with host, Ellen DeGeneres!" I stopped dead in my tracks. What's this? Saturday Night Live with Ellen? Sweet baby Jesus. Sweet baby Jesus. Ellen and Mango are singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112138067843317085?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112138067843317085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112138067843317085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112138067843317085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112138067843317085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-noel-angels-did-say-dont-need-no.html' title='The first Noel, the angels did say: Don&apos;t need no hateration, holleration in this dancery.'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112123094926462541</id><published>2005-07-13T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:02:29.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerri Blank is an Indian!</title><content type='html'>Today was a fun day with Nicole. We watched the entire third season of Strangers With Candy. And we bought some Full Throttle and chocolicious Wonka Cakes from Kristen Harp at BP using all quarters. Then we made Eminem and Angelina Jolie masks and wore them to the park and filmed some underwear that we found. Then she left. But we have big plans for next week that include, but are not limited to mini Ty Beanie Baby movies about our Honors English class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112123094926462541?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112123094926462541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112123094926462541' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112123094926462541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112123094926462541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/jerri-blank-is-indian.html' title='Jerri Blank is an Indian!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112111083796968761</id><published>2005-07-11T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:40:37.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I just don't feel good"</title><content type='html'>I just came across &lt;a href="http://www.itsrelative.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Go the the July 1st entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112111083796968761?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112111083796968761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112111083796968761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112111083796968761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112111083796968761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-dont-feel-good.html' title='&quot;I just don&apos;t feel good&quot;'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112103425963114570</id><published>2005-07-10T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:24:19.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A much longer entry than what was originally intended</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty average past few days. Movies. That's really about it. With Ashley and with my mother. It's most of what I do and enjoy now. I no longer have &lt;em&gt;Wicked&lt;/em&gt; (the book) to keep me occupied. Now I've summer reading. &lt;em&gt;Shoeless Joe&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;A Lesson Before Dying&lt;/em&gt;. I'm reading the latter of the two first. Which really doesn't make sense. I would go back and change it, but I feel that my backspace key is used to often. Such a little tool, it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got work, as well. The drive-in. It's a good job, I guess. I get to hear Jessica Alba and Chris Evans use their super powers as I work. I think that movies are very important. They make normal people into stars. And then those stars can do good things like promote charities and such. The One campaign is a prime example. Of course, it's sad that we need Brad Pitt to tell us to help those who are less fortunate, but it is getting done. People who need help are getting help. Thanks to Brad Pitt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have &lt;em&gt;Strangers With Candy &lt;/em&gt;to keep me busy. Well, sort of. I finished watching the third season last night. I'll just be re-watching now. But it's a good show. So that's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drive-in. It's of growing importance to me. I've learned a lot of things there. One of my co-workers who is also a dancer/fellow student, made me feel bad. Well, it was more me making me feel bad. But I learned that cliched old lesson: don't judge a book by it's cover. As much as you hear this, I don't think that you really believe it until you have first-hand reason to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing about the drive-in that my dear friend, Alice helped me to realize with her MySpace &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=19086593&amp;blogID=35238711&amp;Mytoken=20050710142150"&gt;blog entry&lt;/a&gt;: we need those complimenting customers. I've seen it in myself and I've seen it in my co-workers. We need them. They make your night. And they strengthen you. You need the goodness strangers. Is it wrong if it can mean more to you than the goodness of friends? A bit, I suppose. Or to some extent. But they really are the best part of the job. There are, of course, those who can really irritate you. But they, fortunately are overshadowed by the nice customers. My favorite drive-in memory is when the girl complimented my glasses, then my eyes, then brought her friend to look. It's a bit sad, but it was nice. Very nice. I suppose that what strangers say can mean more because strangers don't feel any obligation to be nice like friends do. When a stranger says something, you can usually be sure that it's genuine. With friends, you can't always be sure because a friend might just tell you something because they're your friend and they just want you to be happy. And that's nice too, I suppose, but it's different. I guess that that just shows that I need to trust people more. Anyway, that was my favorite memory from work. That or the time that the obese, drunk man told Jared to kiss his "big, hairy ass."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112103425963114570?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112103425963114570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112103425963114570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112103425963114570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112103425963114570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/much-longer-entry-than-what-was.html' title='A much longer entry than what was originally intended'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112048749404785122</id><published>2005-07-04T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:31:34.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GWAT!</title><content type='html'>What I've done haunts me. I have to confess. I did it. I'm sorry. But, I did it. Here. On the internet. I'm confessing. Where anyone can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my good friends, Alice and Nathan one night more than a few months ago. We stopped by Starbucks. Everthing was fine. Until we saw &lt;em&gt;GWAT!&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, how I wanted it. So I took it. I stole &lt;em&gt;GWAT!&lt;/em&gt; from Starbucks. But that's not all. &lt;em&gt;GWAT!&lt;/em&gt; was donated to Starbucks by a religious orginization. Nuns, I believe. I stole from nuns. Nuns. Hmm. It was fun, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GWAT!&lt;/em&gt;, by the way, is a children's book. "'Gwat!', cried the old woman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112048749404785122?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112048749404785122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112048749404785122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112048749404785122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112048749404785122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/gwat.html' title='GWAT!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-112018096871590083</id><published>2005-07-01T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:41:58.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We got this for you... Because you have a sweet ass...</title><content type='html'>The past few days: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortnie came over on Tuesday. We watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0073629/"&gt;The Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/a&gt;. I had never seen it and I enjoyed it very much. Ashley and I went out that night. To see &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0374536/"&gt;Bewitched&lt;/a&gt; and then blotting (awesome). We met Nathan with the intention of seeing the &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0294870/"&gt;Rent&lt;/a&gt; trailer. We ended up waiting in the car for a few hours, which was fun. Then we spent a rather interesting night at Nathan's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a lazy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortnie came over again today. We watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0088930/"&gt;Clue&lt;/a&gt;, ate at the Blue Haven, watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0091790/"&gt;Pretty in Pink&lt;/a&gt;, and played Timesplitters. It was a really fun day. And I like her new hair cut a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and I left for the cheap seats at around 9:30. Got there, realized that we didn't want to see anything that they had. Then we went to Milford, lied to the ticket lady to see if they had they &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0294870/"&gt;Rent&lt;/a&gt; trailer, the ticket lady said they did, we went to the showing of &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0374536/"&gt;Bewitched&lt;/a&gt; that was supposed to have it, came in the middle of one of the trailers, sat through four more, realized that we'd missed it, lied again, and got our money back. Then we went to IHOP and then to Meijer and bought a candle, matches, baby clothes, a My Little Pony named Kiwi Tart, another (not as cool) candle, Cole and Ashley name plates, and a camera. Then we gave Ashley's cousin, Amy the My Little Pony and recreated the 'Light My Candle' scene from RENT. We sang RENT all the way home and had a very good time. And Ashley has new hair, too. Very dark. But very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-112018096871590083?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/112018096871590083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=112018096871590083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112018096871590083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/112018096871590083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-got-this-for-you-because-you-have.html' title='We got this for you... Because you have a sweet ass...'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111999556802600656</id><published>2005-06-28T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:57:00.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Advanced Global Personality Test Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;53%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt; tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stability&lt;/strong&gt; results were medium which suggests you are moderately relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orderliness&lt;/strong&gt; results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraversion&lt;/strong&gt; results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expressive, open, self revealing, loves large parties, loud, social, outgoing, does not like social isolation, assertive, social chameleon, positive, always busy, likes to fit in, likes to stand out, enjoys leadership, brutally honest, trusting, optimistic, desires attention, dominant, aggressive, attachment prone, wants to be understood, realistic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111999556802600656?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111999556802600656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111999556802600656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111999556802600656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111999556802600656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/advanced-global-personality-test.html' title='Advanced Global Personality Test Results'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111967661863047751</id><published>2005-06-25T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:16:58.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pediasure's Satan</title><content type='html'>Due to the tremendous response I got with my anti-Pediasure girl away message, I've decided to dedicate an entire blog entry to hating on that little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, what she stands for is just horrible. In the commercial, a woman is wheeling her little girl (subject in question) around a super market in a shopping cart. The woman first goes to pick up some broccoli. "I don't like broccoli", the little girl says. The shopping continues. The mother goes for some chicken, only to be interrupted by her daughter - "I don't like chicken." This bothers me, too. Of all meats, a child should like chicken. The mother/daughter duo proceeds to shop. They come to the Pediasure section. The mother picks up a package of the kiddy meal replacement product. The little girl gives a devilish grin. Cut to the little girl being served and enjoying Pediasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I guess that this product is good for children. It must be. It had "pedia" in the front of its name. But, does this title come from truth or is it just a sickening marketing ploy? Let's see what this product contains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water, corn maltodextrin, milk protein concentrate, sugar (sucrose), high oleic safflower oil, soy oil, medium chain triglycerides; Less than 0.5% of: natural and artificial flavor, dextrose, potassium citrate, magnesium phosphate, cellulose gel, salt (sodium chloride), potassium chloride, calcium phosphate, potassium phosphate, choline chloride, soy lecithin, mono- and diglycerides, carrageenan, &lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.able2know.com/forums/about50928.html#" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ascorbic acid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, cellulose&lt;/span&gt; gum, m-inositol, taurine, ferrous sulfate, dl-alpha-tocopheryl acetate, L-carnitine, zinc sulfate, calcium pantothenate, niacinamide, manganese sulfate, thiamine chloride hydrochloride, pyridoxine hydrochloride, riboflavin, cupric sulfate, &lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.able2know.com/forums/about50928.html#" target="_blank"&gt;vitamin A&lt;/a&gt; palmitate, &lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.able2know.com/forums/about50928.html#" target="_blank"&gt;folic acid&lt;/a&gt;, biotin, chromium chloride, potassium iodide, sodium selenate, sodium molybdate, phylloquinone, &lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.able2know.com/forums/about50928.html#" target="_blank"&gt;vitamin D&lt;/a&gt; 3 , and cyanocobalamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a chemical milk shake. Pediasure cannot be a healthy product to replace normal foods from the meat and vegetable food groups. It just can't. It wouldn't make sense. Children need broccoli. Or at least corn or some other vegetable. They can't live of milk shakes. Give the kids peas. No wonder there's a child obesity epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's get back to the point - that little girl. She's easily the most annoying thing on television. You can just tell how full of herself she is. Her little pigtails and her little smile on her little face. I wouldn't be surprised if she was actually hired by North Korea's to brainwash Americans. That commercial should be analyzed by government scientists for hidden subliminal messages. I'll bet that she's just mean. A real bitch around set. Ordering her co-workers around, "Shut up!", "Get me more Pediasure!", "I want it now!", "Put rum in it!" God. Little whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111967661863047751?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111967661863047751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111967661863047751' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111967661863047751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111967661863047751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/pediasures-satan.html' title='Pediasure&apos;s Satan'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111958449478521840</id><published>2005-06-23T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:41:34.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold-Brew raspberry Tea</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd update. Not much is new. I've been feeling better. Except when I yawn. I get this pain in the back of my mouth. I'm not sure if it's my throat or my tonsils or what, but it really hurts when I yawn. Other than that, I'm recovering quite nicely. I'm just really tired all the time. It's like I always feel like I've just been jogging. My dad and I ate at the Blue Haven today. I hadn't been in a while and I enjoyed it very much. It has such an "old, small-town diner" ambiance that's really lovely. I guess that's because it's an old, small-town diner, though. Anyway, I'd like to go again soon. Hell, I live about a one minute walk away. I really don't see why I'm not up there all the freaking time. But not much else is new. Oh, I am really starting to enjoy cold-brew fruit teas. There is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111958449478521840?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111958449478521840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111958449478521840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111958449478521840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111958449478521840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/cold-brew-raspberry-tea.html' title='Cold-Brew raspberry Tea'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111932854999143130</id><published>2005-06-21T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:35:49.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Maria Mena</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a pretty good night. Evan called and asked me to go to Eastgate. I felt well enough. We met Deah, Jackie, and Amanda there. The five of us ate at Steak &amp; Shake. I had cheddar cheese fries. We drove around Eastgate for a bit. A cop who I don't think was actually going to come near us scared us out of Michael's parking lot. From there we went to one of the greatest places to go at night ever. That place shall remain a secret incase I decide to surprise anyone with it any time in the future. Now I'm here. And I'm still a little sore and congested from the mono. But I'm improving. I can sing a little bit again which makes me very happy. I just hope that no one ruptures my spleen before it can shrink back to its normal size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111932854999143130?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111932854999143130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111932854999143130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111932854999143130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111932854999143130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-maria-mena.html' title='I miss Maria Mena'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111928810654979991</id><published>2005-06-20T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:40:36.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who want to see</title><content type='html'>The RE&lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt;T picture from the #826/827 · June 24/July 1, 2005 issue of Entertainment Weekly can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/rent/blog/photos/062005/images/rent_ew_cover.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The original photograph was taken my Ethan Hill and can be seen on page 60 of that issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111928810654979991?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111928810654979991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111928810654979991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111928810654979991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111928810654979991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-those-who-want-to-see.html' title='For those who want to see'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111923489914004574</id><published>2005-06-19T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:16:23.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, hot, hot, red heat</title><content type='html'>So I guess I'm pretty sick. Strep and mono for the past few days. I'm finally on all of the medication that I'm going to be on and I feel pretty damned good. Compared to how I have been, anyway. I'm on antibiotics, steroids, tylenol with codeine, and afrin. And I've been sitting in my already hot room with a vaporizer. My throat's open again and I can eat. So I'm pretty happy. Just tired. Cortnie's &lt;a href="http://img256.echo.cx/img256/3052/cortniesgetwellcard1lb.jpg"&gt;get well card&lt;/a&gt; helped me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EXCITING NEWS*&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be getting a car within a couple of weeks. We're looking at a 2002 Nissan Sentra GXE like &lt;a href="http://www.carsearch.com/photos/766006.jpeg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I'm really excited. And I should be much better by the time I get my car so I'll be able to drive it in complete happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and look at the bottom of this page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111923489914004574?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111923489914004574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111923489914004574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111923489914004574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111923489914004574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/hot-hot-hot-red-heat.html' title='Hot, hot, hot, red heat'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111846783494860128</id><published>2005-06-11T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T01:30:34.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These late nights are bad for me</title><content type='html'>My friends are crazy. They're impulsive and insane and they say dumb things. We all do. But, there's good reason that they're my friends. And I would never give them up. I really do love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing new. I had sushi for dinner, so I still have a little happy buzz from that. And I got my final grades. 3.73 GPA for the whole year. Not bad. I hope to improve next year, though. But, the thing is... I loaded myself up with hard classes. And I'm starting to realize that I don't need them. They'll just lower my GPA. And my GPA is one of the most important things. I really hope that I didn't screw myself over. Anyway, I had a talk with Cortnie. And I think that things will be better. &lt;em&gt;I hope.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm sure&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111846783494860128?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111846783494860128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111846783494860128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111846783494860128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111846783494860128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/these-late-nights-are-bad-for-me.html' title='These late nights are bad for me'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111838168081373363</id><published>2005-06-10T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:36:07.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture at CiCi's</title><content type='html'>So, my parents don't support the librarian/book store worker thing, either. My mom doesn't, at least, and they seem to stick together on this stuff. I hope that I get a bunch of scholarship money. I'm screwed if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbi came over today. We watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0270980/"&gt;My Boss's Daughter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0333766/"&gt;Garden State&lt;/a&gt;. Then we listened to some music. It was fun, since we haven't done any Abbi-Cole stuff in a while. Ashley and I went out around 9. We tried to eat at the Hungry Bear Diner, but ended up at CiCi's because the diner was closed. The eating situation was a bit of a disappointment, but I had an awesome time singing RENT with Ashley on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I finished my &lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=14510251&amp;amp;amp;imageID=127181300&amp;amp;Mytoken=20050609215614"&gt;awesome collage&lt;/a&gt; and now I'm going to bed to escape the blinding computer screen and my aching back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111838168081373363?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111838168081373363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111838168081373363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111838168081373363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111838168081373363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/rapture-at-cicis.html' title='Rapture at CiCi&apos;s'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111825893469895199</id><published>2005-06-08T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T15:28:54.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Summer shouldn't be this stressful. With school, it's like you have all of this work piled on and you have to get it all finished by a certain time. And it sucks, but you get it all done and then there's this big wave of relief. During summer, it's different. I know that I have to get my summer reading finished, but I have all of this time. But, the stress is different because I have that feeling that I won't get it done in time and I'll be cramming all of this work into the week before school. Still, because I don't have such a fast-enclosing deadline, that feeling isn't enough modivation to really get on what I need to do. Hmm. This is probably typical of high school students. Ugh. I hope I get my grades soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111825893469895199?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111825893469895199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111825893469895199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111825893469895199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111825893469895199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/stress_08.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111815599210579407</id><published>2005-06-07T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:53:12.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The future's open wide...</title><content type='html'>So, I've been a bit edgy latley. Reason: my parents (in so many words) told me that if I didn't go to UC, they wouldn't help pay for college. The thing is, I DON'T WANT TO GO TO UC. From what I saw on their website, they seem to have a pretty crappy theater program. But if my parents have their way, I won't be majoring in theater, anyway. I need a "back-up." Well, of course I do, but I don't want to be told that. I couldn't imagine doing anything but entertainment. It's what I want to do. I feel at home on stage. I want to act and act, I shall. &lt;em&gt;Humph&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking through random blogs (something that I've found I enjoy quite a bit) and I came across the blog of a &lt;a href="http://superlib02.blogspot.com/"&gt;librarian&lt;/a&gt;. Liz, her name was. And she helped me realize what other thing I would enjoy doing. This is quite a miraculous occurance, since for the past 4 years, the idea of having to be something other than an actor has given me a stomachache. But, I love to read. I love being around books. So, it's decided. If I don't act, I'll be a librarian. Or even work in a book store. Hell, if &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0448303/"&gt;Pam Anderson&lt;/a&gt; does it, I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111815599210579407?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111815599210579407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111815599210579407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111815599210579407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111815599210579407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/futures-open-wide.html' title='The future&apos;s open wide...'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484685.post-111814899743033438</id><published>2005-06-07T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:56:37.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've moved from LiveJournal. So, Hello. New blog. Thanks to Ashley. It doesn't get much more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484685-111814899743033438?l=tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/feeds/111814899743033438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484685&amp;postID=111814899743033438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111814899743033438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484685/posts/default/111814899743033438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobeinganusforonceinsteadofathem.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652657387084081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-024.vo.llnwd.net/00708/42/03/708423024_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
