<?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-7332522</id><updated>2011-09-17T06:25:49.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...a faerie's tale...</title><subtitle type='html'>...you say that we're all sPiNnInG and it's really not just me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-113501789313673777</id><published>2005-12-19T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:44:53.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so - I only really post when I have NOTHING else to do... but tis not my fault! (sssuuuuurrrreeeee) Finals are overand I have to spend - till the 23 with my family. I love them - BUT WOW - walk into the house and the volme level of the world goes up twenty seven decivals..... at least... At the moment I'm actually not at home I'm at a x-mas party (I write x-mas when I'm lazy... I like christmas better....) *ACK* we have to get home before my mother... THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE BEING HOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I bid you a fond fair thee well!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-113501789313673777?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/113501789313673777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=113501789313673777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113501789313673777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113501789313673777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-so-i-only-really-post-when-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-113161519528470242</id><published>2005-11-10T03:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:33:15.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay not that anyone really cares - c'ept for that guy who like the fireplaces... *but*&lt;br /&gt;last night I went kereoke.ing? however you spell it and! though I didn't sing I may next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My palies Paul and Chris sang the Adam Sandler song *Piece of Shit Car* as the last song of the night and I still have it STUCK IN MY HEAD! They did an awesome job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-113161519528470242?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/113161519528470242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=113161519528470242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113161519528470242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113161519528470242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-not-that-anyone-really-cares-cept.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-113044694170926935</id><published>2005-10-27T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:02:21.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...the White Sox won the World Series...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-113044694170926935?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/113044694170926935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=113044694170926935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113044694170926935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113044694170926935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-113039163997328153</id><published>2005-10-27T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:40:39.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NIN - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opening bands were awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death from Above 19(whatever the numbers are) - were horrible...&lt;br /&gt;all screachy noise if you ask me... it all sounded the same and it sounded like they didn't care either casue  - their on tour with NIN - and you aint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Queen of the stone Age - they know how to play - quite good - but it doesn't mean I have to like them!&lt;br /&gt;ALSO - who ever designed the lights for those kids - OI! - horrid! I couldn't look on stage! The spot lights were directly in back and to either side of the band and every time you tried to look up at them you'd get lights *right in your face!* It was awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to other concerts - and every one knows that at concerts, the musican makes love to the audience... steady - slow - fast - sensuous - wonderfull - powerfull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent just fucks the shit out of you and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even kidding - try listening to whoever you love the most sing 'closer' crawling all over you - touching you in places you didn't know you had THEN the lights go on and they run out of the room... cause that is what Reznor did... &lt;br /&gt;Last song he puts his guitar down and runs off stage! No chance for an encore ~ But damn it when he was singing... It's like the best one night stand you've ever had - and you ever will have! - Just the best anonymous sex you'll ever HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves you with that - "I wish I would have at least gotten his phone number" or " at least his real name" - feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-113039163997328153?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/113039163997328153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=113039163997328153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113039163997328153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113039163997328153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/nin-opening-bands-were-awful-death.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-113036863228991715</id><published>2005-10-26T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:17:12.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my goodness....&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muppets May Return To TV With Reality Twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED: 8:07 am EDT October 26, 2005&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED: 8:35 am EDT October 26, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES -- Reality television may soon be making room for the Muppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC has ordered a script and five episode outlines for "America's Next Muppet," which may have viewers choosing the newest member of the puppet family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The network purchased the Muppets franchise from the Jim Henson Company back in 2004, and has been using the characters in theme parks, movies and television shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The syndicated "The Muppet Show" aired from 1976 to 1981 and was seen in more than 100 countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters also starred briefly in "Muppets Tonight," which aired for four months in 1996 as part of ABC's primetime lineup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-113036863228991715?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/113036863228991715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=113036863228991715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113036863228991715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113036863228991715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-113005410018338379</id><published>2005-10-23T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:55:00.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back form NIN and IT FUCKING ROCKED! (The opening bands sucks balls - but) TRENT REZNOR NEED TO HAVE MY GOTHIC-EMO-WHINY-BITCH-BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tomorrow - to freaking tired....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-113005410018338379?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/113005410018338379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=113005410018338379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113005410018338379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/113005410018338379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-got-back-form-nin-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112983930092416155</id><published>2005-10-20T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:15:00.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The test SUCKED - everyone failed -&lt;br /&gt; I wish I had the capacity to describe how people - who are doing quite well in this class - left the room - shoulder hunched and sighing to themselves... AWFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*arggg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love that class... *sheesh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112983930092416155?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112983930092416155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112983930092416155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112983930092416155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112983930092416155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/test-sucked-everyone-failed-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112973499582178591</id><published>2005-10-19T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:16:35.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just started a new blog with my palie *Kristin* ~ more about that later... I can't even work on it at the moment because I have to build a website for my arch. class and I'm am sooooo late on some homework - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noooo.... I'll post in my blog instead.....*smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112973499582178591?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112973499582178591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112973499582178591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112973499582178591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112973499582178591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-started-new-blog-with-my-palie.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112969447296791968</id><published>2005-10-18T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:01:12.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ai.pricegrabber.com/product_images/12498000-12498999/12498489_640.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112969447296791968?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112969447296791968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112969447296791968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112969447296791968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112969447296791968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112956295642316854</id><published>2005-10-17T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:29:16.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first off - I'm suppose to be studying for a test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - so - yah - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I wanted to say was that my dreams have been hiting me like a ton of bricks... AND this morning I woke up with my hands in the postion that they were in in my dream... I was holding a little demon baby.... (now you wanna know what went on inthe dream don't yah? - no? - FINE THEN!) Anyw00t... yah - dreams CrAzY... I don't know what is going on in my brain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol* - nothing.... *rofl*......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112956295642316854?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112956295642316854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112956295642316854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112956295642316854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112956295642316854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-off-im-suppose-to-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112867188532574313</id><published>2005-10-07T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T02:58:05.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would delete the extra comments but the comments on the stupid comments are GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112867188532574313?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112867188532574313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112867188532574313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112867188532574313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112867188532574313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-would-delete-extra-comments-but.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112867149977029523</id><published>2005-10-07T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T02:51:40.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay - lately I've been getting a few people commenting - &lt;br /&gt;"You haven't read my blog!" - "Do you check your My Space?" - "You havn't been on Facebook for FOREVER!!!" - "When was the last time you read my LJ?" and lots of other nifty little comments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you something dearies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school - full time - I have work. That takes up a few hours here and there. I love to eat and sleep! (Though lately slep has been an impossible dream - I finally had a weekend with my boy and you know what I did! SLEPT ALL DAMN DAY! He got up, cleaned his house, checked his e-mail did this and that and I... was still asleep...! He didn't want to wake me up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any w00t...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many blogs to read and one to update which I know I don't do half as often as I'd like! A few My Space people - which is highly annoying - just freaking e-mail me! I'm thinking of canceling my My Space. People want me to join LJ because I can only post as ann. nonny. mouse. - too bad! I have stuff I like to do online - like post in my forums that I belong to (nerdy as they may be I don't care!) And I have to create a website for my arch. class and I havn't even STARTED! *OIIIII* Not to mention regular homework. All the freaking reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I'm not upset and anyone - don't get me wrong - just don't get upset at me for not keeping up with your personal life because I'm finally getting a little one of my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*okay*&lt;br /&gt; - um - anyone else need this soapbox? ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112867149977029523?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112867149977029523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112867149977029523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112867149977029523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112867149977029523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-lately-ive-been-getting-few.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112858699896528366</id><published>2005-10-06T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T03:23:18.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars Horoscope for Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/swhoroscopes/gemini.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most Geminis, you are a playful little creature.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be extremely curious, craving knowledge but sometimes having a short attention span.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, you are charming and loveable.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, you can seem scattered and high-strung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star wars character you are most like: Ewoks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/starwarshoroscopes/"&gt;What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112858699896528366?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112858699896528366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112858699896528366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112858699896528366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112858699896528366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/10/star-wars-horoscope-for-gemini-like.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112795162240520682</id><published>2005-09-28T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:53:42.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love catalysts for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm artistic, but not an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm musical - I can play about three notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smart... I'd fail any MENSA test miserably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetic... and as we can see here I'm no poet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;a pain in the butt and creative. So what does one do as such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make an effort to help those who DO have natural talent and charge 10-50%... whatdo you think... (Unfortunatly, I want money... ((isn't that horibble!)))...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112795162240520682?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112795162240520682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112795162240520682' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112795162240520682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112795162240520682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112686354728824708</id><published>2005-09-16T04:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T04:39:07.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...*blah*... it's been to long - my fingers wanted to do a little typ'n. In all of my classes - I have not.... -wait- that's a lie. My Archeaology class... *duh*... *oh* I might be gett'n a free computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey - it's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopeI get it soon - I have to work on web page for said class and I havn't started! I like to work when inspired - and with no computer... it's just plain difficult to create a web page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - I think that was the more BOREING thing I've ever typed in my LIFE. (and near death. *meh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half hour and I get to go home *er* dorm... *oh*&lt;br /&gt; Well I tried applying for a job - but the owner was a perv....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol* - I sent some people some more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the 80's station. I need to learn how to do those little avatar icon thingies that flip and switch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112686354728824708?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112686354728824708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112686354728824708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112686354728824708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112686354728824708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112599684865423724</id><published>2005-09-06T03:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T03:56:08.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.questionablecontent.net/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.questionablecontent.net/comics/27.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112599684865423724?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112599684865423724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112599684865423724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112599684865423724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112599684865423724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112599374149459962</id><published>2005-09-06T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T03:03:18.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://foxxo.net/Muahahaha!/emo%20button.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://foxxo.net/Muahahaha!/emo%20button.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Emo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo is short for `emotional', a subculture (really, really down there..subterranean culture) of punk rock. Recently, it has become a fashion trend and sadly, a way of life. Emo kids are often mods who realize they can't be cool being mods because they don't know how to dress and can't fight very well. Emo fashion is similar to punk fashion, but with many distinctions. All of a sudden, it is cool for spoiled white suburban rich kids to whine and write pretentious, annoying, and cheesy poetry. The individuals who first established `emo' are now very upset because their little secret has become widespread to TRL proportions. Also, like the first rule in the movie Fight Club, the first rule of being emo is don't talk about emo however for the sake of this write-up we will speak its name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music (the tunes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo tends to be very `emotional' with whiny lyrics (girlfriend dumped me, girlfriend thinks i'm a loser) or overly flattering lyrics (girlfriend is so fine, girlfriend is unforgettable). Popular bands, not neccesarily classified as emo are the Ataris, New Found Glory, Saves the Day, Dashboard Confessional, Jimmy Eat World, Thursday and the Get Up Kids. Don't try to deny it. Of course we all know that the most popular emo/punk band is Blink 182 with their repetitive guitar chords and whiny vocals. Make sure you tell everyone that the bands they listen to are not emo. When they ask you which bands you like, refuse to tell them, they are not good enough to hear them. If you are going for the more Indie/Hardcore ("I'm not emo!") approach then your playlist probably includes such bands as Bright Eyes, Texas is the reason, Cursive, Boy Sets Fire, The Promise Ring, At the Drive-In, Sunny Day Real Estate, Mineral, Ani Defranco, or even Small Brown Bike. Of course, this list is infinite and I could go on forever however what is the use of being an elitist if everyone can name all the bands you like without any effort?&lt;br /&gt;Confused?&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that not one of the bands on this list are "officially" emo, thats alright, nobody that is emo actually listens to emo bands anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attitude (your biased and irrelevant point of view)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have to act depressed (keyword: act), you are miserable. Life does not matter to you neither does anything else in the world. You must also make everyone around you aware of this. Crying, whining, and staring profoundly at the ground is a must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issues (die for your government)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very emo to be (or pretend to be) interested in "issues''. You really care about Afghanistan, cruelty to animals, dying children in Guam, and Vegetarianism even though you were just eating a quarter pounder at McDonald's an hour ago. Ironically, you must be oblivious of the damage you are causing to American youth culture with your little "movement". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shows (the scene)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your favorite band is playing, you need to get in the very front and put your hands in your pockets. DO NOT remove your hands from pockets at any time. Remember: you are emotional. Remain in a motionless state until the band stops playing. After all, you only came to see the musicians, not to hear the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair (the doo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair must be black or at least dyed an ugly dark magenta color. If you are truly punk, you do not shower. You must used 10 gallons of gel in your hair everyday, so much that you are actually styling the gel rather than the hair. You should also have a short haircut, long hair is not emo. Mop tops are usually the most common approach for boys while girls tend to go with the Zelda approach or something equally masculine. Although this appears to be the case for the current Cosmopolitan emo fashion, there also appears to be a new nascent rebellion in the midst. Outrageously long and uncultivated hair now appears to be taking local high schools and community colleges by storm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accessories (the essential non-essentials)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses: Thick, black-rimmed, or horn-rimmed glasses. You most likely do not need them, your vision is probably good enough that you could do without them. Even in a world where more fashionable glasses and contacts are readily available you chose these instead. Lenses are optional. You are striving for the "Weezer geek rock" look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces: Good choices are those metal/wooden ball necklaces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: Studs are a good choice if you really want to emo. The other popular piercings are lebret or other lip rings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belt: This is mandatory (aka "a must"). A studded belt is the most popular choice amongst emo kids. Although reserved for members of the now extinct punk culture, the belt has become a distinct trademark of the emo subculture. To increase your "punk" status, wear multiple three stud pyramid belts. The more, the better. Other belts often seen are ones with loops, stars, or any other kind of silly Lisa Frank design. Please note: these belts do not neccesarily have to be in the loops of your pants. It is pretty obvious you missed the majority of them. Yeah, we know this goes against the function of actually holding up your pants but who said a studded belt was supposed to be functional? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracelets: You must wear excessive friendship bracelets on both of your wrists. If your hands are a slight shade of purple, you are doing the right thing. The irony in this is you have no friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messenger Bags: Standard backpacks are too common and typical of the society you live in. That is why you must rebel. Only messenger bags will do. One strap, one individual. Your bag must be adjusted to a level just below your shoulder blade. In other words, it is necessary to strangle yourself with your bag. Also, it must be covered with excessive pins and patches supporting various "underground" bands that you claim to have bought at shows. It is also okay to wear a patch without understanding is meaning or purpose, just as long as it's there. It is perfectly alright to have more than one patch for the same band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Life (aka America Online &amp; Internet )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of good emo screennames... XmydyingheartX, SummerTears, CryingInRain, XX BlueHeart XX, drowning sorrow, gloomy stars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing: make sure you talk in all lowercase like this...or make.sure.you.write.things.like.this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away messages: I cannot stress the importance of this enough Set one even though your not actually away, it makes you seem important as if you actually have a life. You away message should contain one of the following.. a poem composed by you or obscure emotional lyrics to a song from an "underground" band that makes absolutely no sense in an away message.&lt;br /&gt;example of bad away message: I am away from my computer right now.&lt;br /&gt;example of good away message:&lt;br /&gt;the fallen angels flown away &lt;br /&gt;and that'll be me someday &lt;br /&gt;with stolen wings and evil ways&lt;br /&gt;straight south with the keys to the pearly gates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you should notice about this away message is that it makes no sense what so ever, also notice how these lyrics are in all lowercase and do not have quotations around them Yes, You are plagiarizing, the reason we do this is because you want people who view your away message to believe these ingeniously thought provoking lyrics were actually written by you and not some whiny 35 year old in a band that is most likely trying to pick up girls. The other scenario is that these lyrics are so distant and unexplicitable that the bands you listen to must be profound. By the way, just in case you are wondering the above lyrical excerpt is from an Alkaline Trio song entitled Southern Rock. I bet you thought we just picked random pretentious emo lyrics off a website, didn't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profile: Once, again try to find the most obscure, depressing and trivial lyrics possible. Do not actually include anything about yourself in your profile, just make sure it contains lyrics. A good example of the type of lyrics that should be found in your profile are the same kind in your away message with several distinctions. Your away message and profile lyrics cannot be the same lyrics. Also, these lyrics cannot be from the same band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other famous punk pop icons:&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter: Founder of the wizard core emo persuasion. Wears glasses and has black, messy hair. Most of his worshippers have only read one of his books, usually the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huck Finn: Although considered raft punk, Huck is a rebel against society, plus he is also quite illiterate, like most emo kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punky Brewster: The mother of emo. She has it all: the clothes, the attitude, and the dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan: Proudly proclaims ``he never wants to grow up'', which is the mindset of many of today's ``punks''. His tendency to dress androgynously has also rubbed off onto the emo kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Brown: We don't actually know how he relates to emo but his negative and miserably depressing attitude somehow connects him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;We hope this has helped you in your quest to become another predictable mindless drone in the MTV generation. Before we finish, we'd like to go over some last minute tips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, allow at least one hour before any event (school, concert, court hearing, bed) to properly put on your costume. A neat emo kid is a happy emo kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, anything claiming to be `emotional hardcore' is just emo with louder voices. Don't be fooled. We understand there is a clear distinction between "pop punk" and "emo", however we intentionally choose not to elaborate on this. Thank for reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I Emo?&lt;br /&gt;If you have successfully skimmed this guide and fear that you may have conracted this vile trend, then take a deep breath and read on. &lt;br /&gt;1. Stay calm. It can't spread if you don't open your mouth and infect other people with your horrible ideas and lack of fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;2. Remove all articles of clothing and burn them. Note the screams.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wash your hair. Hair dye contains a mind control agent.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bathe in tomato juice. You may have heard it works only for skunk sprays, but it will work here too.&lt;br /&gt;5. Apologize to your parents for ruining your family name with your little phase.&lt;br /&gt;6. Remove your studded belt. Like cancer, emo will never go away if you do not remove the most lethal part.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop listening to horrible music immediately. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112599374149459962?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112599374149459962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112599374149459962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112599374149459962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112599374149459962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-emo-emo-is-short-for-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112580800232341115</id><published>2005-09-03T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:26:42.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I'm seated at the Holly M desk, my new job - I have a couple things going on. If someone were to come in and need help... at the moment I'm doning a shirt that says &lt;br /&gt; - front - *FCUK safely* - back - *don't be a lover without a safty cover*&lt;br /&gt;I think it's clever...*so shushyou!* I have a mascot! *J* and *K* went out one night and got me a Happy Meal and a pink pegasus was the toy *so* she's my helper...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as soon as I get off work I'm going with *K* to go visit her sister in Gainsville. Her sis goes to UF up there... My stuff is all packed and lovely - ready to go - I wonder if I'll get any sleep today? If we are back tomorrow night I'll sleep then. I hope this goes okay because this is the SAME sister that left us at the Warped Tour to try to find a ride back to Tampa... oh goodnes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112580800232341115?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112580800232341115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112580800232341115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112580800232341115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112580800232341115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/09/while-im-seated-at-holly-m-desk-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112556541129003978</id><published>2005-09-01T04:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:05:50.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cujunga/NandJ.jpg" width=200 hight=200&gt;&lt;/img src&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112556541129003978?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112556541129003978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112556541129003978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112556541129003978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112556541129003978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112551451287645818</id><published>2005-08-31T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:19:13.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so took the bait!&lt;br /&gt; I was on AOL and they have these goofy little "Press this news link! Its more important than your e-mail anyway!"...yah - one of those...(it just reminded me of Queequeg...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Top 10 Movie Jobs That Suck!&lt;/strong&gt;*tee hee hee*&lt;br /&gt;1. Sandra Bullock's character in &lt;em&gt;While You Were Sleeping&lt;/em&gt; came in as number one, &lt;strong&gt;Token Booth Clerk&lt;/strong&gt;. This movie took place in Chicago and that just rocks my world. I enjoyed this movie, but then again I'm a girl! And whereas some people really HATE Ms. Bullock - I like her, she's an actress that can laugh at herself and I like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;9 to 5&lt;/strong&gt;, in case you haven't seen this movie - like myself - the job we refer to this time is &lt;strong&gt;Secretary&lt;/strong&gt;. Oddly enough this movie was filmed two blocks away from house... IN CHICAGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kevin Spacey is a god in my movie world! His role as a &lt;strong&gt;Drive-Thru Worker &lt;/strong&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;American Beauty &lt;/strong&gt;is number three. Except for his character, this was a good move... so what they did to choose these top 10 - *shrug*... Real life job that suck and how they are portrayed in the movie world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Grocery Store Clerk&lt;/strong&gt;, Jennifer Aniston - &lt;strong&gt;The Good Girl&lt;/strong&gt;... never saw it...? Although I see Jake Gyllenhaal's name.... *meow!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One of my favorites, and I don't care what anyone says! Kevin Smith's &lt;strong&gt;Clerks&lt;/strong&gt;! Combine Monty Python, Star Wars, comic books movies and sex. &lt;strong&gt;Convenience Store Clerk&lt;/strong&gt; wins this time. SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. EVERYONE ON YOUR KNEES! MY LOVER &lt;strong&gt;EDWARD NORTON &lt;/strong&gt;is numero six-o! &lt;strong&gt;Fight Club&lt;/strong&gt;, we all know it was a book first...right?! &lt;strong&gt;Auto Recall Analyst&lt;/strong&gt;, not schizophrenic psycho... now... that is a job and a half! Imagine having to be Eddy and Brad all at the same time... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to see &lt;strong&gt;Maria Full Of Grace &lt;/strong&gt;- I wonder if they have it at the library? Being a &lt;strong&gt;Drug Mule &lt;/strong&gt;- *yuck*... I hear Catalina Sandino Moreno does a good job and - side note... I might have been named Catalina! (Grandma's, on my dad's side, name...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 80's 80's!!!! &lt;strong&gt;Men At Work&lt;/strong&gt;!!! The brothers Emilio and Charlie are &lt;strong&gt;Garbage Collectors &lt;/strong&gt;is this flick... I have actually never seen this one but have to... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Hotel Maid's &lt;/strong&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;Blue&lt;/strong&gt; Crunch... I mean Cruch... &lt;strong&gt;CRUSH&lt;/strong&gt;!!.... sorry... not really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. *drum roll*....you KNEW that &lt;strong&gt;Office Space &lt;/strong&gt;was going to have to go on this list.... &lt;strong&gt;Anonymous Office Drone&lt;/strong&gt; wins number 10!... just give the man back his stapler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....*blah*.... cept for 10 and 5, yes seven but that one is WAY to serious for me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be amused...&lt;br /&gt; How about 10 best jobs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what people choose!&lt;br /&gt; Gimme! - post your ten best movie jobs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112551451287645818?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112551451287645818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112551451287645818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112551451287645818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112551451287645818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-so-took-bait-i-was-on-aol-and.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112534391707164906</id><published>2005-08-29T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:31:57.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting classes and a new job all in the same week... my classes start at 2 in the PM! *YAY* and work is 12-3 or 3-6 in the AM! *YAY* I have classes Mon and Tues at 6pm, so it's not to bad - I'm awake by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hearse shopping... *arg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just purchased a book *C* told me to get YEARS ago... Mc Sweeny's Issue number 13. I have (had anyway...) $600 in financial aid. Spendage of books came out to $300 so I got a few extras! I also bought my family USF shirts. I got a Edward Gorey book, a huge pretty one... and a calligraphy set. Tomorrow I may get travel Sequence, great game... I wonder if I should get that or travel Boggle... Scrabble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough time to go to my dorm room and do my nails *so* I just might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is class - I'm excited. I've had this teacher before and she's awesome. It's so freaking hot outside I may melt and not make it back ot the dorm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ALL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112534391707164906?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112534391707164906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112534391707164906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112534391707164906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112534391707164906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-starting-classes-and-new-job-all-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112464352807838467</id><published>2005-08-21T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T11:58:48.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the best friends ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mention of the slightest saddness and they all come through with flying colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ADORE YOU GUYS (and girls!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112464352807838467?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112464352807838467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112464352807838467' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112464352807838467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112464352807838467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-best-friends-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112434342427250828</id><published>2005-08-18T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:37:04.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112434342427250828?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112434342427250828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112434342427250828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112434342427250828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112434342427250828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112355151008680777</id><published>2005-08-08T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:38:30.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soon very soon.... and when I do I may just delete this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a new blog.&lt;br /&gt; ~ For my hearse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112355151008680777?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112355151008680777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112355151008680777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112355151008680777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112355151008680777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/08/soon-very-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112336187662815605</id><published>2005-08-06T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T16:36:02.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Sweetness*&lt;br /&gt; Went to Warped Tour, HOT HOT HOT!&lt;br /&gt;   It was to freaking hot... sweat - gross - mascara runnnnnning....&lt;br /&gt;But My Chemical Romance.... *WERE HOTTER*.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hump the legs of each and every one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.e.who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story that ensues....&lt;br /&gt; okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went with my friend *K* and her two sisters. She is the oldest of the group and thought she would buy the tickets as a fun thing they could all got to together.&lt;br /&gt; ~They got here. *K* wanted to drive her car, 'A', her sister, wanted to drive her's. 'A' calls mom and basically cries over the phone that *K* said they would drive together and know she's not following her word and all kind of good stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt; *K* tells me at this point, "What if they want to leave early?" I answer - "Well they can't!" We get into 'A's car and go to TWT (the warped tour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got directions from the computer. It leads us to some parking lot of a grocery store in St. Pete. (Same city as TWT wrong place.) Apparently we weren't the only ones that got directions from this web site because I car slides in right next to us and asks us if we're are going to TWT... we end up calling *John* to get us directions. BUT ~ 'A' blames *K* the ENTIRE RIDE for getting us lost. I was the one handling the directions AND that other car landed EXACTLY where we did so - OBVIOUSLY at least this wasn't *K*'s fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get into the area. Can't find parking. 'A' freaks out at the wheel because - she keeps seeing big trucks beside us. I KID YOU NOT. I didn't see any and she kept saying she couldn't turn where *K* told her to because of "big trucks". When we finally got parking Everyone else, (being *K*, *B* - *K*'s youngest sister, and I) rejoiced! 'A' hyperventilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked over and got in - Everything was A O K. *K* wanted to go to see a band and I wanted to walk around, cool ~ we said we'd meet back at the My Chemical Romance Mech. booth at 4. Her sisters were with her listening to the music while I looked around. I'm on a little blanket next to images of angst emo/punk just chill'n and I think to look at my cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX missed calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All six from a number I don't know. But I assume to be 'A's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call - I'm right and *K* answers. She's currently walking her sisters back to the car. 'A' was hot and hungry and thirsty. *K* offered to buy her a drink and she said she didn't want *K* to buy her a drink. She's a vegetarian ~ so most of the food there wasn't vegi-friendly - but she could have had a soft pretzel - - Most importantly... IT'S AUGUST IN FLORIDA - OF COURSE IT'S HOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*K*, before she left, managed to find a security guard that would let her back in because they are not suppose to do that... I walked over to the front gate just in case, but she was let back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she gets back I find out 'A' was going to leave me there at TWT! She told *K*, she was the only ride home so go home now or never.&lt;br /&gt;HOW GOOD OF HER HUH!&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile she was STILL complaining how this whole fiasco was *K*'s fault - and I heard 'A' say "I want to go to the Warped Tour." She it's not like she was DRAGGED with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hook back up with *K* while we check our options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*John* said he would pick us up. (Which he did, saving the day - for a second time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were free to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won at lazertag! and I won a raffle I entered, (for a buck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - it was hot.&lt;br /&gt; I brought waterin my back pack.&lt;br /&gt;Yes - it was expensive.&lt;br /&gt; I didn't buy food there (I brought apples and nectarines and trail mix from home) - only band shirts and a raffle ticket. WHICH I WON! and the band shirts are the best! AND I won a shirt too... and some posters... and a Thrice lanyard... which I have no idea what to do with because I don't listen to Thrice!... AND FREE STICKERS!!! WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;Sure the punkie kids were rude, but they were funny and nice about it - excuse me's and laughter and actual sorry's... not like the mean freaking emo kids at Bright Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(I saw a shirt that said "DON'T DO EMO" with a picture of a cartoon emo boy crying, crossed out... temptation!)&lt;br /&gt;And after I won the raffle I had to cary around the huge doll and plastic container and shirts and mags and DVD and giftcards -&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE POINT IS~&lt;br /&gt;  who am I kidding I have no point... 'cept for the top of my head. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt; I don't think I want to go to Warped Tour next year... unless My Chemical Romance plays again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112336187662815605?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112336187662815605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112336187662815605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112336187662815605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112336187662815605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/08/sweetness-went-to-warped-tour-hot-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112293344699577438</id><published>2005-08-01T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:57:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won two ticket to the warped tour in Papanoe? Beach... August 6th. THIS SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt; If you want 'em you have to get back to me before tomwrrow. (You'd have to go to Miami area to pick them up!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112293344699577438?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112293344699577438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112293344699577438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112293344699577438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112293344699577438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-won-two-ticket-to-warped-tour-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112286895830437304</id><published>2005-07-31T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:02:38.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhearse.com/sitebuilder/images/1969_jump_seats_2a-473x484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.myhearse.com/sitebuilder/images/1969_jump_seats_2a-473x484.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112286895830437304?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112286895830437304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112286895830437304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112286895830437304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112286895830437304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/idea.html' title='Idea'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112286827966098985</id><published>2005-07-31T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:51:19.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to look out for when buying a hearse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dead-ends.com/images/cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.dead-ends.com/images/cb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reanimated corpses hiding under passenger side seat: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to lift all the seat cushions and check for the undead. A zombie is generally a bad thing to have in your car, and being that they are indestructible they are near impossible to get rid of once you have them. Also because they are dead, they smell awful, worse than hippies. If upon receiving your car you find it has a drooling unholy creature from hell in it, check with your local parts store for Zombie spray. Also, some insurance plans cover damage caused by drooling unholy creatures from hell, check on your insurance cards for the abbreviation D.U.C.H. to see if your policy covers them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112286827966098985?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112286827966098985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112286827966098985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112286827966098985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112286827966098985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-to-look-out-for-when-buying.html' title='Things to look out for when buying a hearse'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112276371284119927</id><published>2005-07-30T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:48:32.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That article was from 2004... *but* - there was a new planet spotted about 13 hours ago. SO THERE~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112276371284119927?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112276371284119927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112276371284119927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112276371284119927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112276371284119927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/that-article-was-from-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112276358809126704</id><published>2005-07-30T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:46:28.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39891000/gif/_39891622_sedna_info_416.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39891000/gif/_39891622_sedna_info_416.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomers discover 'new planet'&lt;br /&gt;Astronomers have detected what could be the Solar System's 10th planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was first seen by astronomers using California's Mount Palomar Observatory, and has been given the name "Sedna" after the Inuit goddess of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observations show it measures about 1,180-2,360km (730-1,470 miles) across, making it similar in size to Pluto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomers now say they have evidence that Sedna has its own moon, although this needs to be confirmed, and is also very red in colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is likely to be some debate about whether it qualifies as a true planet, but some scientists are already saying it re-defines our Solar System. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further than Pluto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedna, or 2003 VB12, as it was originally designated, is the most distant object yet found orbiting our Sun. It is three times further away than Pluto (average distance to the Sun is 5.9 billion km or 3.6 billion miles). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was discovered using the Mt Palomar facility in November by astronomers from the California Institute of Technology, Yale Observatory and the Gemini Observatory. &lt;br /&gt;Dr Mike Brown of the California Institute of Technology, US, leader of the research team that found the body, said he did not believe it was a true planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suggested this "planetoid" is about half rock and half ice mixed together, but further work is needed to verify this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientists say that its rotation on itself is relatively slow, suggesting it could have a satellite in orbit around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow-up studies by the Tanagra Observatory have measured the thermal radiation coming from Sedna to determine how hot it is, and therefore provide some estimate of its size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers believe that Sedna's surface temperature is about -240 degrees Celsius (-400 degrees Fahrenheit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This estimate is uncertain but the object is likely to be between half the diameter of Pluto (2,360km or 1,470 miles) and Pluto's size; though some astronomers think it could be larger than the ninth planet itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the observations made so far, astronomers have determined Sedna's orbit to be a very large one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is currently 90 times the Earth-Sun distance away (149 million km or 93 million miles), but its orbit can take it 10 times further away still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Sedna could be a so-called Kuiper Belt object, its discoverers are unsure if it is as they consider it to be unlike any other object yet found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KB contains hundreds of known objects and astronomers believe there are many more awaiting discovery. Most are small worlds of rock and ice but some could rival Pluto in size. &lt;br /&gt;In recent years, astronomical work has thrown up several big objects. Quaoar, found in 2002, is about 1,200km (745 miles) across. Ixion, discovered in 2001, is 1,065 km (660 miles) wide. Varuna, detected in 2000, has a diameter of approximately 900 km (560 miles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only in February this year, scientists picked up the object 2004 DW, which is though to be 1,800km (1,120 miles) across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a planet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new discovery will reignite the debate about what constitutes a planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One group of astronomers believe that Pluto is not a true planet but merely one of the largest of a vast number of minor objects in the outer Solar System. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alternative standpoint is that Pluto is a planet and those who believe that will have to classify Sedna as the 10th planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Sedna has been provided by its discoverers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if its planetary status is confirmed, it may be that astronomy's governing body, the International Astronomical Union, will want to reconsider this, to make it more consistent with the mythological names of other planets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112276358809126704?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112276358809126704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112276358809126704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112276358809126704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112276358809126704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/astronomers-discover-new-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112276302788982013</id><published>2005-07-30T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:37:07.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THERE IS A NEW PLANET!~!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112276302788982013?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112276302788982013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112276302788982013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112276302788982013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112276302788982013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-is-new-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112268060555184082</id><published>2005-07-29T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:43:25.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://selectim.hostingmidwest.com/C5-19/EBAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://selectim.hostingmidwest.com/C5-19/EBAY.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coud be my hearse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it on e-Bay. I really want a one of these things...&lt;br /&gt; This one is in Grand Rapids, MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oi*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112268060555184082?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112268060555184082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112268060555184082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112268060555184082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112268060555184082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-coud-be-my-hearse.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112253417150770274</id><published>2005-07-28T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T02:02:51.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm purchasing a hearse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting it painted pink and black - I'm calling Pimp My Ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112253417150770274?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112253417150770274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112253417150770274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112253417150770274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112253417150770274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-purchasing-hearse.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112240164268826936</id><published>2005-07-26T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:14:02.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.grimrides.com/verushka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.grimrides.com/verushka.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112240164268826936?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112240164268826936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112240164268826936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112240164268826936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112240164268826936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112240133522221309</id><published>2005-07-26T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:08:55.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was 'does art influence media or vice versa.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW~! I'm glad I don't watch that much tele anymore. But I get in a worlds where we are all the same - everyone wants their own identity. &lt;br /&gt; We didn't even get into 'emo' - or 'goth' in class... we didn't talk about (c)rap music or fast food in advertisation either... (my blog - I'll make up as many words as I want!) I wish more people in my class would interact! I felt like I was bothering the class because I was the only one really raising my hand and TALKING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what's wrong people... is it 'not cool' to speak up in class?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112240133522221309?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112240133522221309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112240133522221309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112240133522221309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112240133522221309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-was-does-art-influence-media-or.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112235295542477765</id><published>2005-07-25T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:06:04.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crystalsandjewelry.com/crystalsnjewelry_images/crystals/rfulgurite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.crystalsandjewelry.com/crystalsnjewelry_images/crystals/rfulgurite.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I spent with *John*. It was a really fantastic weekend. Saturday, there was a huge thunderstorm. Four people decided they didn't want to get out of the water and *ZAP* ~ trip to the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards *J* and I decided to go to the beach and look for fulgurites! Then he baked me salmon. (Not on the beach - back at home...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one of those wonderful three day - talk about nothing - mean everything - conversations. We're both criers. It was beautiful! Thank you *J*!!!&lt;br /&gt; Fantastic weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we didn't find any fulgurites by the way, but it doesn't matter....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112235295542477765?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112235295542477765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112235295542477765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112235295542477765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112235295542477765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-weekend-i-spent-with-john.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112209111357465950</id><published>2005-07-22T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:41:42.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/hearseq/4sale.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/hearseq/buy.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112209111357465950?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112209111357465950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112209111357465950' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112209111357465950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112209111357465950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_112209111357465950.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112208745417105278</id><published>2005-07-22T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:04:07.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cujunga/Photos/hearse.JPG" width=400 hight=400&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112208745417105278?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112208745417105278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112208745417105278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112208745417105278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112208745417105278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112208000367027297</id><published>2005-07-22T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:53:23.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://sorting-hat.com/linklogo/sorthatg.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://sorting-hat.com" target="_blank"&gt;I'm a Gryffindor!&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112208000367027297?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112208000367027297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112208000367027297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112208000367027297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112208000367027297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-gryffindor.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112201538472760929</id><published>2005-07-22T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:56:24.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True leaders do it in the hall ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what on the back of a shirt I won? at the RHA luau! (Resident Houesing Asso.) Those people are just cute. I hardlt had to talk because - one would ask me a question and someone else would answer for me...&lt;br /&gt; btw.&lt;br /&gt;The L on this keyboard has a tendency of not working so if I miss a random L somewhere... just keep reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read Harry Potter but have had class and NO SLEEPAGE for several days... tomorrow, I don't have to get up. I don't have class till monday! w00t!! I can't complain though, because, yesterday we made paper bag puppets, and today we played board games. Yes. It all had a purpose. Anthropology. I've been addicted to online forum boards and such. I'm trying to get some of my friends to send me their live journal address to link from here. Paul always has a quippy thing to add to the day... cuteness mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got my tongue pierced today. Then my eyebrow. Then triple pierce my ears. I ended up not doing any of it though. BUT I did decided when I get money the ears will be doubled THEN when those heal, tripled. *Paul* (my friend) and *Kristen* - (my roomate) - got their tongues taken care of. P said it didn't hurt - K said it was the hurtyest.... *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112201538472760929?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112201538472760929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112201538472760929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112201538472760929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112201538472760929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/true-leaders-do-it-in-hall-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112192129904629372</id><published>2005-07-20T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:51:28.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/061005/bigfoot-trivia.gif" width=400 hight=400&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112192129904629372?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112192129904629372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112192129904629372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112192129904629372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112192129904629372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_112192129904629372.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112188263007256967</id><published>2005-07-20T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:03:50.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*oi* - everyone says... 'yah yah - I'm e-mail it to you'... AND THEY NEVER DO~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112188263007256967?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112188263007256967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112188263007256967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112188263007256967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112188263007256967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/oi-everyone-says.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112188209084576556</id><published>2005-07-20T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:54:50.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...just saw Bookdock Saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan.fucking.tastic film...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now you will recieve us! We do not ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim! It is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood, 'till it rains down from the skies! Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace! These are not polite suggestions. These are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost! There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain. For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three and on that day YOU WILL REAP IT! And will send you to whatever god you wish." &lt;br /&gt;~The Boondock Saints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel all warm and active inside...&lt;br /&gt; .very tired. &lt;br /&gt;.need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;    .have burning want to go take some bad guys DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;  .sleep first.&lt;br /&gt;.save world later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112188209084576556?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112188209084576556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112188209084576556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112188209084576556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112188209084576556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112175554761917136</id><published>2005-07-19T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:45:47.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW.... I'M GOING TO THE WARPED TOUR AND &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE INCH *FREAKING* NAILS~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TRENT*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112175554761917136?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112175554761917136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112175554761917136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112175554761917136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112175554761917136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/btw.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112175544541422329</id><published>2005-07-19T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:44:05.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.reserv.usf.edu/imagery/maplea&amp;b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.reserv.usf.edu/imagery/maplea&amp;b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for normal people, it's early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined entirely to many, "be on the internet" sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia Online / My Blog / My Space / The Face Book / Forums on HeartShapedSkull.com / AOL account has a profile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW - I have a mess of friends on Live Journal... I HAVE A BLOG - I don't want a live journal account AS WELL! - I don't care if it's free....&lt;br /&gt;   I have to go to class at 11:oo am and it's 2:22 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oi* - thought I don't get tired till 4ish and wake up at 10:30esk and drag mysef to Intro to Anthropology. Which - I love! It's a great class! Two teachers, both very nice and crazy... the male teacher wears Chucks!!! (Noticed that first day.) My dorm girls are the sweetest girls ever. I'm going to miss them when I have to move in a month... which reminds me I have to go check my post office box. I'm living away from home and I miss my puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month I have to move into a different dorm room. The picture is of my new dorm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112175544541422329?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112175544541422329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112175544541422329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112175544541422329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112175544541422329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-early.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112169812925308018</id><published>2005-07-18T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:48:49.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for Chris - the little - HEATHEN!...is this not going to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=vpdiv&gt;&lt;embed style="FILTER: xray" name="RAOCXplayer" autoplay="true" src="http://www.mtvu.com/global/apps/mediaplayer/asxmaker.jhtml?clipids=1667760&amp;site_type=musicx=x.asx" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="320" height="265" ShowControls="1" ShowStatusBar="0" AutoSize="true" loop="true" EnableContextMenu="0" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Video code provided by &lt;a href="http://www.musicvideocodes.com"&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112169812925308018?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112169812925308018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112169812925308018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112169812925308018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112169812925308018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-for-chris-little-heathen.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112165314056219272</id><published>2005-07-17T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:22:14.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filecabi.net/host/file/1118219367/wmv"&gt;SAY NO TO EMO HAIRCUTS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...except for the fact that I adore boys in emo haircuts... *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.......and eyeliner..........!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112165314056219272?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112165314056219272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112165314056219272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112165314056219272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112165314056219272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/say-no-to-emo-haircuts.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112138830658706384</id><published>2005-07-14T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:45:06.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are a Dreamer!&lt;br /&gt;(Submissive Introverted Abstract Feeler)&lt;br /&gt;You are a DREAMER (SIAF)— reserved and imaginative. You are basically the shy, silent type. You don't have much interest in facts and figures or most of what's going on around you, but the internal worlds you build for yourself are rich and complex. Luckily, your creativity and strong heart mean you have a deep personality evident to anyone who gets to know you. It's just that not many people do. Talk to yourself less, other people more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112138830658706384?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112138830658706384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112138830658706384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112138830658706384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112138830658706384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-are-dreamer-submissive-introverted.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112128009479127717</id><published>2005-07-13T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:45:18.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heartshapedskull.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.heartshapedskull.com/spookies/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112128009479127717?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112128009479127717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112128009479127717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112128009479127717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112128009479127717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112127563343103262</id><published>2005-07-13T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T12:27:13.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1."there are more deaths related to high school football than guns. In a recent three year period, twice as many football players died from hits to the head, heat stroke, etc. (45), as compared with students who were murdered by firearms (22) during that same time period.1...children are at a 2,000 percent greater risk from the car in their driveway, than they are by the gun in their parents' closet. 2.Children are almost 7 times more likely to drown than to be shot, and they are 130 percent more likely to die from choking on their dinner." (http://www.gunowners.org/sk0702.htm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - I'm starting to learn more about guns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - there is a quote I learned from a friend. &lt;br /&gt;"There are lies, there are damn lies, and there are statistics!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from a web site called Gunowners.Org...&lt;br /&gt; Do I take them at face value *or* do I say... well of course they are going to find these statisics in favor of guns because... THEY ARE GUN OWNERS!&lt;br /&gt; Now they got their facts(?) from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1."The University of North Carolina conducts yearly surveys to determine the number of high school football fatalities. See David Williamson, "New study finds 18 football players died in 1999 season, eight paralyzed," University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (August 14, 2000) at http://www.eurekalert.org/releases/unc-nsf081100.html. For school firearms deaths, see Dr. Ronald D. Stephens, "School Associated Violent Deaths," The National School Safety Center Report (September 22, 2000) at http://www.NSSC1.org.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.National Safety Council, Injury Facts: 2000 Edition, p. 10, 11, 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was in 1999... this is 2005. *hummmmm* I'm going to have to do more looking maybe I could call some people....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112127563343103262?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112127563343103262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112127563343103262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112127563343103262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112127563343103262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112096961944809670</id><published>2005-07-09T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:26:59.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*so*... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another *Christian* in my life.... His name is *Chris*... scary? A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have done togther - Gone to Walmart with *Kristin*, played video games and eaten candy... this is called true bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these people know more than myself. At least intelligence wise. Let me tell you what I mean - I could not even spell "inteligence" - one of the children behind me had to spell it for me! But I have more life behind me than they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that near death thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some hobbits, that I live near... and I'm laughing a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112096961944809670?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112096961944809670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112096961944809670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112096961944809670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112096961944809670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112060197113754106</id><published>2005-07-05T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:19:31.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My class today was the best part of my day~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize you just can't please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have to help themselves - then you can hep them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of two friends of mine, who weren't suppose to be in bed together, in bed together... I may post a few....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112060197113754106?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112060197113754106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112060197113754106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112060197113754106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112060197113754106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-class-today-was-best-part-of-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112047484546433350</id><published>2005-07-04T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T06:00:45.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*arg* - okay - I have to start my Intro to Anthro Class on TUES~! I still don't have the book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blah* $100.oo something for a damn book - but oh well... gotta do what has to be done... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did decide I'm going to start a college scrapbook - *Kristen* one of my dormmaties is planning on starting one as well... (Only she's taken pictures and things that I have not... is that going to stop me... HEAVENS NO~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has this obbsession with me saying "*ewww gross*" in this funny accent I do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wendy* is gotten *lol* a new apt. and Sat? Sun? We are having a happy new apt for *Wendy* party...I think *Paul* may move in with her but I don't know? *paul*'s car exploded today.... *Todd* had to go save them from the Taco Bell, *Kristen* drove over there with *Todd* and I and we gave the car a drink of water and drove her back to the dorm... (the car)... We was chilln and now I'm going to bed! BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks tonight on beach....!!! *yay*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112047484546433350?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112047484546433350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112047484546433350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112047484546433350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112047484546433350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/arg-okay-i-have-to-start-my-intro-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-112029024092840932</id><published>2005-07-02T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T02:44:01.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did I think I posted recently? I may just be going insane. It's currently 3:31 in the am here and I'm awake... It feels like everyone else in the world is asleep and here I am. Maybe I should catch up on... stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is going well, if my promissory note would just go through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*John* and I are happy, *lol* most of the time... I tend to think we both don't like stepping on feelings so things go unsaid THEN ~ they come back later ~ they always do... but we're getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 5 and a half minute hallway... a Poe song stuck in my head! STUCK FOR TWO DAYS! I need to listen to it mayhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and *brace yourself* I keep having dreams about the end of the world... bad and good... it seems that the bad stuff happens but I'm one of God's guys and I'm helping people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientology keep comming up in the conversation! DAMN YOU TOM CRUISE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a cult, and lemme put it this way... let's say EVERY RELIGION is a cult... every damn last one ~ (I'm Catholic. Yes that's a cult as well in this little game...) Do you want to join a cult that believes we came from clams or one that believes we came from the breath of God... Both are hard to swallow I know but PLAY ALONG! I could keep going but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-112029024092840932?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/112029024092840932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=112029024092840932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112029024092840932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/112029024092840932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-did-i-think-i-posted-recently-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111973843980078296</id><published>2005-06-25T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:27:19.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatever~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - back today - &lt;br /&gt;My friend Eric wants me to go to the Castle, but I would so rather see *JOHN*~! He's suppose to come over today to teach me how to drive! (More, because I know how to drive I just don't really do it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My palie *Wendy* is over - can you believe I found a friend that has that fantastic name! PETER PAN THEMED~!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh* and I saw this really funny shirt, I was thinking of makeing it or purchasing either / or - My dog can beat up Paris Hilton's dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111973843980078296?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111973843980078296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111973843980078296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111973843980078296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111973843980078296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/06/whatever-wow-back-today-my-friend-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111964904793875755</id><published>2005-06-24T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:37:27.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Arg and a half*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my Tampa friends all have Live Journals... don't be dense all you Bloggers out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a Live Journal *but* in order to post - so that these heathens know that it was I that put the mark of *N* ~! &lt;br /&gt; *looks left looks right*&lt;br /&gt;I think I may get back into Blogging...&lt;br /&gt; I've been so out of the loop for EVERYTHING~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn it now I have shit to do~! School, sorting out other peoples love lives, eating, sleeping, laundry~! AND I now go out damning... and I mean dancing - at a Goth club....  The Castle - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to a Podcast... a catholic priest - he has a podcast and a gmail account. WOW - he just bust out with an english accent... he's from the netherlands...I can't spell... He has this american talkie thing going on - but the accent, british, it's GOOD... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babbling... GOOD~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more later.... if I have time.... *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111964904793875755?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111964904793875755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111964904793875755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111964904793875755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111964904793875755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/06/arg-and-half.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111739550240803084</id><published>2005-05-29T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T14:38:22.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you think your a &lt;a href="http://www.meetspot.com/profile_content.php?content_id=147937"&gt;*nice girl.*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your a &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/vt2/g_hols/Niceguy"&gt;*nice guy.*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I think I may have those backwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read both... but it's not easy... unless you are really and trully are above all the bull shit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111739550240803084?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111739550240803084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111739550240803084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111739550240803084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111739550240803084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-you-think-your-nice-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111739522320296602</id><published>2005-05-29T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T14:33:43.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow ~ I'm discovering about "Nice Girls" and "Nice Guys"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111739522320296602?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111739522320296602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111739522320296602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111739522320296602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111739522320296602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/05/wow-im-discovering-about-nice-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111713828698420290</id><published>2005-05-26T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:11:26.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/emmareth/1093368800_aid1pic001.jpg" border="0" alt="mermaid"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a &lt;I&gt;Mermaid, &lt;/I&gt; who sits on a rock in&lt;br&gt;the sea, looking and watching all humanity with&lt;br&gt;curiosity in your eyes. You have a two-sided&lt;br&gt;personality! On one hand, you revel in your&lt;br&gt;freedom and often prefer to live in your own&lt;br&gt;private dreams.&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, humanity&lt;br&gt;intrigues you and you love watching on. You are&lt;br&gt;actually very kind at heart, hating to see&lt;br&gt;people hurt and despise injustice! You probably&lt;br&gt;have one or two special friends, who mean the&lt;br&gt;world to you!&lt;p&gt;Also; you are probably quite&lt;br&gt;political, wanting to see justice done in the&lt;br&gt;world.&lt;p&gt;You are quite the dreamer, needing&lt;br&gt;freedom and personal space to dream your little&lt;br&gt;dreams. You love to escape into a book or some&lt;br&gt;good music and just drift away.&lt;p&gt;Some of your&lt;br&gt;good points are that you are sensitive,&lt;br&gt;compassionate and a freethinker. Your bad&lt;br&gt;points are that you may come across as cool and&lt;br&gt;aloof to others and probably have a tendency to&lt;br&gt;depression!&lt;p&gt;You are the ultimate dreamer with&lt;br&gt;a kind, but troubled heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/emmareth/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20Princess%2C%20Enchantress%2C%20Faerie%2C%20Mermaid%20or%20Toad%3F%20%20(with%20pictures!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Are you a Princess, Enchantress, Faerie, Mermaid or Toad?  (with pictures!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111713828698420290?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111713828698420290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111713828698420290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111713828698420290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111713828698420290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-are-mermaid-who-sits-on-rock-inthe.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111713781859726076</id><published>2005-05-26T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:03:38.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wowie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting couple of weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my dorm mates are just dolls, apparently I'm the "mom" in the group - goodness knows I'm older than everyone on my floor ~ I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one old enough to purchase alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 25 in... days... I'm not doing anything for my birthday... *frown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an A an my first essay back! I'm freaking out in my own little mind about everything and anything you can think of. Maybe even more than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T THINGS JUST BE EASY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*that's a joke and half...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everybody....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111713781859726076?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111713781859726076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111713781859726076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111713781859726076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111713781859726076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/05/wowie-its-been-interesting-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111651992588794250</id><published>2005-05-19T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:25:25.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*HOO YAH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and USF... living it up in a dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played wiffle ball yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to go to see Star Wars with my mates tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are my old friends?!&lt;br /&gt;I really miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go figure out my mailing address...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111651992588794250?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111651992588794250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111651992588794250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111651992588794250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111651992588794250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoo-yah-im-here-and-usf.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111572658593331690</id><published>2005-05-10T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T07:03:05.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.users.drew.edu/jleto/endless/"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.users.drew.edu/jleto/endless/destiny.jpg" ALT="I'm Destiny!" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font face="courier new" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.users.drew.edu/jleto/endless/"&gt;Which Member of the Endless Are &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111572658593331690?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111572658593331690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111572658593331690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111572658593331690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111572658593331690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/05/which-member-of-endless-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111180170902822708</id><published>2005-03-25T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T19:48:29.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to publish this YESTERDAY!</title><content type='html'>It's been one year since I had my stem-cell transplant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...Happy Birthday *Natasha*!...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm free...&lt;br /&gt;...okay so I still have to wait for one of my blood tests to come back to see if I have to take coumadin... (how ever you spell it...) BUT other than that~! NO MORE PREDNISONE!!! NO MORE NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This time last year I was taking to many pills to count... now... just vitamins like everyone else...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TODAY~!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ONE YEAR TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Chicago right now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday - I got the all clear. I can stay out late ~ commit general debauchery... I was told not to smoke and drink and have safe sex - (like &lt;em&gt;THAT &lt;/em&gt;is really a problem right now...) but I can go around and basically be... normal?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...I was talking to *John* on the phone last night...(early this morning,) about how crazy that sounds in my head... I cried. Even if he did want to run in the ther direction - he didn't - he listened. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A YEAR!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I actually behave ~ this time next year I could be... *cringe*... &lt;em&gt;skinny&lt;/em&gt;... *eh* I think I like candy WAY.TO.MUCH.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;speaking of which ~ I want LUNCH... I'm home (apt.) alone as of the moment. I was going to wait till they came home. BUT BUT BUT ~ Potbelly's - the bestest sub shop is just around the corner - maybe I'll drop on by...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's 4:35.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should just wait for dinner?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anywho~&lt;br /&gt; I have to go get a loan to finish school... goals ~ I can FINALLY GET OFF ME BUM AND FINISH WHAT I BLOODY STARTED~!...&lt;br /&gt;... I think it's called a life... I'll tell you when it happens...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Fairy tales are more than true : not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." - G.K. Chesterton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111180170902822708?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111180170902822708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111180170902822708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111180170902822708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111180170902822708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-tried-to-publish-this-yesterday.html' title='I tried to publish this YESTERDAY!'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111180166257788887</id><published>2005-03-25T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T19:47:42.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the Shedd Aquarium today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize so many people liked fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111180166257788887?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111180166257788887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111180166257788887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111180166257788887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111180166257788887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-went-to-shedd-aquarium-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111076765126362839</id><published>2005-03-13T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:34:11.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--Goth--&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear black eyeliner? &lt;em&gt;yes... I own stock... I also use glitter eyeliner - sometimes at the same time for that *sparkle* look...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much black clothing do you own? &lt;em&gt;~ everything from sock and undies to corsets and skirts and boots... big ones... do boots count?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think about death often? &lt;em&gt;YES! She is awesome!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to die? &lt;em&gt;UNDEAD UNDEAD UNDEAD....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a social outcast? &lt;em&gt;I'm not really into his music... no...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you pale? &lt;em&gt;Transparent as I want to be ~ and I like pale people! &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you cut? &lt;em&gt;Paper! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Hot Topic? &lt;em&gt;I bought my Labyrinth shirts there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I'm a goth?! cool!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Skater Punk--&lt;br /&gt;Can you skateboard? &lt;em&gt;only when I want to fall on my ass...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go into Vans? &lt;em&gt;My dad owns one for the other house - we go paint and clean inbetween tenants... so once every six or so months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your sneaker brand? &lt;em&gt;Converse!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do stupid stuff with your friends? &lt;em&gt;as much as possible... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the long skater cuts? &lt;em&gt;...huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you get in trouble? &lt;em&gt;A man is as good as he has to be, and a woman is as bad as she dares.  ~Elbert Hubbard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to the bands who are considered "posers"? &lt;em&gt;I listen to what is being played...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings do you have? &lt;em&gt;Two, one in each ear. BUT I DO WANT MORE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this going somewhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Prep--&lt;br /&gt;How often do you say the word "like"? &lt;em&gt;like there are stars in the sky...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you shop at Abercrombie and Fitch? &lt;em&gt;I can't afford it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the A&amp;F models hot? &lt;em&gt;what's a&amp;f? wait... does this pertain to the last question? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many purses do you own? &lt;em&gt;I own backpacks with wings and lunchbox tins... do they count as purses?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is lip gloss a must? &lt;em&gt;LIP VENOM!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you wear makeup? &lt;em&gt;...*hummmm*... whenever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a manicure? &lt;em&gt;never actually...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock music is bad, right? &lt;em&gt;I wanna rock and roll all night... and party all of the... time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever ditzy? &lt;em&gt;Who me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own high heels? &lt;em&gt;...so far three to six inch stacked black rubber...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever said "Oh my gosh"? &lt;em&gt;More like oh my &lt;strong&gt;goth&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a cheerleader? &lt;em&gt;...no but I want one of those little skirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...now what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hippie--&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair long? &lt;em&gt;I just had a stem-cell transplant, they give you MAD chemo - so I have rather short hair at the moment... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vegetarian? &lt;em&gt;WHAT?! AND GIVE UP RARE STEAK... HELL NO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a tye dye shirt? &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want peace? &lt;em&gt;always...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to save the animals? &lt;em&gt;mine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about the war? &lt;em&gt;...ab.so.lut.ly NOTHING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made a peace sign with your two fingers? &lt;em&gt;YUP! Japanese girlie girl style!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also like to run around barefoot if I don't have my pink converse on or my HUGE black boots... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Gangsta--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELP ME~!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you from the ghetto? &lt;em&gt;nope the yuppie north side of Chicago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own "bling bling"? &lt;em&gt;Interjections - show excitement or emotion! I love School House ROCK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about do-rags? &lt;em&gt;*ew*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like rap? &lt;em&gt;*lol* you do know the 'c' in crap is silent... thank you *John*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How about hip-hop? &lt;em&gt;There's a difference?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Tupac truly the greatest rapper in the world? &lt;em&gt;He's the guy living with Elvis?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about afros? &lt;em&gt;Is that short for something?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever said 'fo shizzle'? &lt;em&gt;NO!... but I guess I should *eh*?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about 'oh, snap son'? &lt;em&gt;Once... in the 80's...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goths and gansta shouldn't be connected in any way shape or form... granted ~ I've never met one and when Manson did that ~ Bizzare Love Triangle video I liked that.... it was kinda crappy style.... right?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Frat--&lt;br /&gt;Is life a party? &lt;em&gt;party on Wayne - party on Garth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you get drunk? &lt;em&gt;Once...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of getting drunk anyway? &lt;em&gt;you can make out with anyone and blame it on the liquor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care about your grades? &lt;em&gt;yes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need an attitude adjustment? &lt;em&gt;...*shrug*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far have you been? &lt;em&gt;Around? the World? Spain, Germany... that type of thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far have you GONE? &lt;em&gt;crazy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is a frat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Emo--&lt;br /&gt;How often do you cry? &lt;em&gt;happy tears!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an ex? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*LMAO*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an acoustic guitar? &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you emotional? &lt;em&gt;*shrug*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like soft music? &lt;em&gt;celtic style?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people understand you? &lt;em&gt;When they want to... I guess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you write your own songs? &lt;em&gt;nope!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be emo! (I can whine doesn't that count?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jock--&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports? &lt;em&gt;I used too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important are they to you? &lt;em&gt;OMGOODNESS *John* and I got free tickets to a home game for USF and we burned them to CRISPY CRITTER!!! It was so fun!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important is your reputation? &lt;em&gt;WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pick on the geeky kids? &lt;em&gt;I am one... mostly... geeks are hot...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about football? &lt;em&gt;... soccer?! LEGS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you considered a bully by anyone? &lt;em&gt;I did beat up a guy who was teasing my brother once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no likie jocks... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Geek--&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses? &lt;em&gt;metallic pink ones...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get good grades? &lt;em&gt;I did when I cared...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you smart? &lt;em&gt;I've been called a smart ass...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use an inhaler? &lt;em&gt;nope (thank you lord, amen...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stick pens and calculators into your shirt pockets? &lt;em&gt;pens... in my mouth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your mom buy your clothes? &lt;em&gt;I didn't have a job for two years so yes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often are you on the computer? &lt;em&gt;whenever I can... *twitch*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get picked on? &lt;em&gt;not anymore... since I beat up that one kid who botherd' my bro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111076765126362839?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111076765126362839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111076765126362839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111076765126362839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111076765126362839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/03/goth-do-you-wear-black-eyeliner-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111074171022439679</id><published>2005-03-13T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:21:50.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Given that cum is a high-protein, low-carb snack, you'd think the Atkins Diet people would be all over it by now. Plus, when you factor in the calories expended in performing oral sex, chances are you're burning off much more than you're consuming. The only way that swallowing during a blow job will make you fat is if you cover your lover's dick with whipped cream and chocolate syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dontspitswallow.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111074171022439679?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111074171022439679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111074171022439679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111074171022439679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111074171022439679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/03/given-that-cum-is-high-protein-low.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-111069081420826600</id><published>2005-03-12T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:08:24.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*WOW*</title><content type='html'>*John* is very well endowed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean his.... well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big.... HUGE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  no... I'm so so so not joking either... I had to tell everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ENORMOUS.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...just very large... the biggest I've ever seen in person... I played with it all week and end long! I was over at his house and he pulls me into this side bedroom... sits me down in this huge leather chair... pulls me right up.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this impressed by anything like this before.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to touch it!!! I mean I thought I would be able to get my ARMS around it... HUGE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;glistened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like girth - length in important too - he has BOTH....&lt;br /&gt;... it almost glowed in the dark... it did to me....&lt;br /&gt;It pulsed...with electricity! My fingers just flew... up and down - across - up and down... it was *so* fun! I loved the way it felt... it didn't fit in my mouth...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I'm in love with *John's*.... computer.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and *DAMN IT IS HE EVER A REALLY GREAT KISSER*.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-111069081420826600?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/111069081420826600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=111069081420826600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111069081420826600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/111069081420826600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/03/wow.html' title='*WOW*'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110961926820076054</id><published>2005-02-28T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T13:34:28.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so...yesterday I went to Mega - Con!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Peter S. Beagle!!!&lt;br /&gt;... you have no idea who that is do you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WROTE THE LAST UNICORN... *lol*... of course he did.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... I know....&lt;br /&gt;...shut-up.... *tee hee hee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - it was really cool... and YOU probably missed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said some stuff I really liked... He aslo sung me a song about my name... there is something about my name that does stuff to people... men mostly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fantasy... what happens at the corner of your eyes. What you almost saw."&lt;br /&gt;"Fantasy is just never that far away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe maniacs and monsters are the only ones who know how to love - who knows?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fantastic guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110961926820076054?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110961926820076054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110961926820076054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110961926820076054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110961926820076054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110935210343857208</id><published>2005-02-25T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:21:43.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chicago! Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WOO HOO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March = swanky trip to my hometown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -That AND I had an awesome dream last night about a pianist. music. fun! This is not the first time I've managed to get past security to meet someone famous - in a dream - actually I manage to accomplish this quite often. I've never *actaully* made it past security BUT I will... one day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just you wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110935210343857208?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110935210343857208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110935210343857208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110935210343857208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110935210343857208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/02/chicago-chicago-woo-hoo-march-swanky.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110891936273833165</id><published>2005-02-20T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T11:09:22.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*I'm so lost!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol* I think it mostly has to do with lack of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is playing tricks on me AND I'm getting very emotional... VERY~! crying at the drop of a hat! I need my pillow and mattress and GIRLSCOUTCOOKIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where E &amp; C can shun the life of the thin mint - I partake in sinful pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;...that seems to be my middle name as of late.&lt;br /&gt; Okay so I'm watching 'Pretty Woman' - the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just took her to the Opera - and I'm looking and they don't have NEARLY enough makeup on to be seen even by the first aisle of onlookers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What I've been talking about:&lt;br /&gt;the boy that plays "Goth God" on Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;guns&lt;br /&gt;gun laws&lt;br /&gt;the constitution&lt;br /&gt;Rowen - from VNV Nation&lt;br /&gt;boys in black eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;Green Day/My Chemical Romance in April&lt;br /&gt;The Crow&lt;br /&gt;Smirrinoff? (z'at how you spell it?)&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Rose&lt;br /&gt;my point is I've been a lot of talk... no action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some action...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110891936273833165?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110891936273833165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110891936273833165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110891936273833165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110891936273833165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-so-lost-lol-i-think-it-mostly-has.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110858413440377232</id><published>2005-02-16T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:02:14.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow - so - so much has happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parties - opera stuff - costuming a play (me, I'm doing it) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this stuff not matter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I miss John!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~Should I? We're not going out... he won't even kiss me. Damn it! *sigh*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a sweetie. He paints his nails black... (I love that!) I've never met a man more gentle and wonderfull....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's such a gentalman... he always opens doors for me. He walks on the correct side of the street - carries groceries... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eh*...... lordy.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of it.... SNAP BACK *NATASHA*..... oi.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110858413440377232?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110858413440377232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110858413440377232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110858413440377232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110858413440377232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow-so-so-much-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110797499331291386</id><published>2005-02-09T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T12:49:53.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/chaoscomesatnite/1073432781_csFaeWings.jpg" border="0" alt="FAE"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are blessed with &lt;b&gt;FAERY&lt;/b&gt; wings. Beauty,&lt;br&gt;laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all&lt;br&gt;about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy&lt;br&gt;with your life of purity and play. Life's a&lt;br&gt;game and it's a good one. In your eyes there's&lt;br&gt;no way to lose! You can be very mischeivous and&lt;br&gt;have been known to cause trouble, but it's all&lt;br&gt;in the name of fun and not meant to really harm&lt;br&gt;anyone. You like to play tricks on people who&lt;br&gt;aren't quite as bright or clever as you - which&lt;br&gt;is almost everyone. Nature is the setting you&lt;br&gt;prefer to be in - Always. Barefoot and wild you&lt;br&gt;can't be tamed. You're probably a restless&lt;br&gt;spirit who loves to travel, and quite a&lt;br&gt;dreamer. Your creativity is astounding and your&lt;br&gt;art (of whatever media - from writing to&lt;br&gt;painting to drama) is like something from&lt;br&gt;another world - ethereal and often very&lt;br&gt;fantasy-oriented. You can either be a social&lt;br&gt;butterfly or a loner with their head in the&lt;br&gt;clouds - but rarely inbetween. You stubbornly&lt;br&gt;refuse to accept responsibility or to give in&lt;br&gt;to the wishes of others - unless you feel like&lt;br&gt;it. You have a strong passion for music and&lt;br&gt;can't imagine life without it. You'll grow up&lt;br&gt;someday, but you'll always be a child at heart.&lt;br&gt;You are adventurous and love to take risks, and&lt;br&gt;feel a deep connection with the weather,&lt;br&gt;plants, and animals. You prefer sunshine to&lt;br&gt;thunder or snow, the warmth of summer to&lt;br&gt;autumn's chill, and quiet forests to suburban&lt;br&gt;backyards. Magic through and through, you are&lt;br&gt;far more powerful than you seem, and are&lt;br&gt;capable of being extremely passionate. Though&lt;br&gt;you can be childish, naive, stubborn, and&lt;br&gt;self-absorbed, one thing is certain - life with&lt;br&gt;you will never be boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image copyright Sheila Wolk (prints available&lt;br&gt;through treefreegreetings.com), words added by&lt;br&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chaoscomesatnite/quizzes/*~*~*Claim%20Your%20Wings%20-%20Pics%20and%20Long%20Answers*~*~*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110797499331291386?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110797499331291386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110797499331291386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110797499331291386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110797499331291386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-are-blessed-with-faery-wings.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110737024056326183</id><published>2005-02-02T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:50:40.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2005/02/website_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2005/02/website/weather.jpg" width="252" height="152"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which Website are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110737024056326183?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110737024056326183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110737024056326183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110737024056326183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110737024056326183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/02/which-website-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110729395148610563</id><published>2005-02-01T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T15:39:11.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister just told me a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an younger woman, lived with her mother, had a prosthetic leg.&lt;br /&gt;There was a soap salesman. Lonely - religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps coming around to her house - trying to start a romance.&lt;br /&gt;She starts to like him - She's showing him about her leg... how to take it off - how to put it on... They start making out and he takes it off and runs away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he has pieces parts of different people in his luggage... eyes - hands - whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the moral of the story was don't trust strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110729395148610563?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110729395148610563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110729395148610563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110729395148610563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110729395148610563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-sister-just-told-me-story.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110710440729012392</id><published>2005-01-30T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T11:00:07.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday night I went to the Castle, (goth club Tampa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... FANTASTIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off : I went with Chase. Everyone else chicken'd out on us so we went by ourselves. We were both wearing corsets. (Not expensive ones but okay for the price...) Mine is black, her burgundy - we both looked lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we were kinda lost - cause isn't everyone and just as we crossing through the walkway to the Castle, we were meeting him in front, there was a boy on the phone. A big boy in a leather trench coat - really nice boots... robertsmith hair... *lol* adorable... anyway... I say big... he's football player big - tall as well... I know I know... I'll continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt; yes... so... he says "you remind me of the babe..." - it was HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...after big hugs and introductions... the Castle wasn't open yet! We walked around. Talked. There was a cute store with vintage everything - clothing - hats - awesome - my new favorite store. We took him to Starbucks to try this chocolate drink... the most fattening think ever... sinfull good... he loved it. Then we did his makeup... Eyeliner on boys is sexy... THEN we took pictures (which he is suppose to send me...) and then the Castle... Chase and I made him dance... Chase met two guys- both were really cute and really nice. We took one to Denys with us afterward... Todd was his name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was glorious! (We danced to Closer - NIN - it was very fun... that's &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;story...)  *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - he was such the gentalman... opening doors, buying drinks for not only myself but Chase as well... offered his house in case we were to tired to drive... I'd say we arived at around 9:30... we left at 8:30 the next morning... all in all twas a really interesting night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now and it's already Sunday... *lol*..... He's a pda.phobe - how opposite is that from Ry... *lol*.... he'll get over it........&lt;br /&gt; sister needs the comp... *arg*... anyway - more later....   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110710440729012392?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110710440729012392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110710440729012392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110710440729012392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110710440729012392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/01/friday-night-i-went-to-castle-goth.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110666835881738556</id><published>2005-01-25T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T09:52:38.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*eep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making costumes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany *pron. BRIT.tany*... is having a birthday party. Mardi Gras style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm sewing her dress... if it turns out I'll post a photo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110666835881738556?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110666835881738556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110666835881738556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110666835881738556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110666835881738556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/01/eep-im-making-costumes.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110615064612089311</id><published>2005-01-19T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:04:06.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so - I'm going to be a model for a hair and make-up thing... Ron needs three. I'm a third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go get Billy Corgan's poetry book... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may wear my contacts today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some thinking. ((Yes yes... ha ha ha))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm better, I think I may be turning into a bitch. I just feel kinda off, I know I look so much healthier (is that correct? healthier... *shug*) and I feel better and I think I'm going nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going... going... &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my artwork is becomeing more concise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110615064612089311?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110615064612089311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110615064612089311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110615064612089311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110615064612089311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay-so-im-going-to-be-model-for-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110581512452014366</id><published>2005-01-15T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T12:52:04.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>…she suggested we go for a drive in her new 2-door BMW coupe.&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats and quickly swallowed two tabs of Ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;	Kyrie took over from there.&lt;br /&gt;	At nearly ninty miles per hour, she zipped us up to that windy edge known to some as Mullholland, a sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica mountains, where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns, sometimes dropping down to fifty miles per hour only to immediately gun it back up to ninety again,fast, slow, fast-fast, slow, sometimes a wide turn, sometimes a quick one. She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp controlled jerks, swinging left to right, before driving back to the right, only so she could do it all over again, until after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect, taking me to parts of this city I rarely think of and never visit, she dipped down into some slower offshoot, a lane of lightless coves, not stopping either, but pushing further on until she finally found the secluded spot she’d been heading for all along, overlooking the city, far from anyone, pedestrian or home, and yet directly beneath a street lamp, which as far as I could tell, was the only street lamp around for miles.&lt;br /&gt;	Seems all that twittering light flooding down through the sunroof really turned her on.&lt;br /&gt;	I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then,&lt;br /&gt;I know it didn't really matter. She wasn't listening. She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back and told me to lie on top of her, on top of those leather pants of hers, extremely expensive leather pants mind you, her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft slightly oily folds, positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round like a tear, then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her lips tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away - "pinch it" she'd said, which I did, lightly, until she also said "pull it" which I also did, gently, parting the teeth, one at a time, down, under and beneath, the longest unzipping of my life, all the way from right beneath her perfectly oval navel to the tiny tattoo, a Japanese sign, the meaning of which I never guessed, marking her lower back, and not a stitch of underwear to get in the way, the rest very guessable though don’t underestimate the danger which I guess really wasn’t so dangerous after all.&lt;br /&gt;	We never even kissed or looked into each other's eyes, Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears, filled them with the private music of wicked words, hers in many languages, mine in the off color of my only tongue, until as our tones shifted, and our consonants spun and squealed, rattled faster, hesitated, raced harder, syllables soon melting into groans, or moans finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words, until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too much the dark language we had suddenly stumbled upon, craved to, carved to, not a communication really but a channeling of our rumored desires, hers for all I know gone to Black Forests and wolves, mine banging back to the familiar form, that great revenant mystery I still could only hear the shape of, which in spite of our separate lusts and individual cries, still continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn fueled by sound, hers screeching, mine -I didn't hear mine- only hers, probably counter-pointing mine, a high pitched cry, then a whisper dropping unexpectedly to practically a bark, a grunt, whatever, no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either, just the straight away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Too bad dark languages rarely survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das nicht zu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hause &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sein?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110581512452014366?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110581512452014366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110581512452014366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110581512452014366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110581512452014366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/01/she-suggested-we-go-for-drive-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110488812742880106</id><published>2005-01-04T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:22:07.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...wanted a hero tonight...</title><content type='html'>First - I have to give props to my boy *C* ~ Happy Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw the Incredibles. I adore superhero movies. I adore superheroes. This animated film was no exception. I’ve never seen Daredevil mind you… I’m sure there are other SH movies I haven’t seen… I loved X-men, both, Spiderman, again both, Unbreakable, Punisher, Batman… what else… these are movies here folks NOT THE ACTUAL COMICS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t see Hulk either…Superman – I don’t really like… I do but… don’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do love these comic book superheroes, fantastic villains as well…. ((hee hee – I love Tank Girl…)) Since I’ve been able to get out of the house I’ve been to the ‘Comic Book’ store a bit. Not in the slightest do I really know anything about comic books – I don’t even pretend to! I just know what I like. (((Teen Titans rock!))) Artwork – amazing – simple explanations to complex theories – on a page maybe 6” x 8”? Independent Comics are the absolute best!!! ((Now we are talking about the actual comics…)) Goodness knows I can’t keep up with an actual series… but I’ve tried for a few independent comics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW WE HAVE GLORIOUS ONLINE COMICS – GLORIOUS.LICIOUS.NESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment that you’re already paying back issues for, so why not read them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this adds to my superhero theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking… I should find a superhero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110488812742880106?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110488812742880106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110488812742880106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110488812742880106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110488812742880106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/01/wanted-hero-tonight.html' title='...wanted a hero tonight...'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110476411805943246</id><published>2005-01-03T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:15:10.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href = "http://www.ubergoth.net/maccad/images/gallery/fclub.html"&gt;Fight Club: the animated series!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://map.gsfc.nasa.gov/m_ig/020598/020598_ilc_640.jpg" height=100 weight=100&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Detailed Full Sky Picture of the Oldest Light in the Universe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110476411805943246?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110476411805943246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110476411805943246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110476411805943246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110476411805943246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/01/random-thoughts-of-day.html' title='random thoughts of the day'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110471263966964498</id><published>2005-01-02T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:37:19.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping with butterflies</title><content type='html'>i am so ready to disappear and magically reappear in... Maine - that sound like a good state... Oregon, i once did a report in that state - it's not that insane over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people need to learn to trust other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever read the story of Cupid? imagine him in love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but all in all - I know I know how. They say when the student is ready the teacher appears, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to trust in that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110471263966964498?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110471263966964498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110471263966964498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110471263966964498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110471263966964498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleeping-with-butterflies.html' title='sleeping with butterflies'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110470505693705670</id><published>2005-01-02T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:58:32.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be the one with my heart in my lap</title><content type='html'>*listening to 'This Boy' as sung by Sean Lennon and Rufus Wainwright with Robert Schwartzman* found at &lt;a href="http://luna.typepad.com/weblog/"&gt;Achtung Baby!&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this person also has an amazing quote, "Next to the wound, what woman make is the best bandage"...(Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's new years - resolution list...&lt;br /&gt;Needs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be myself - unlike others, I know who I am - I also know I change, if only I could find someone that could keep up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Focus - artistic endeavors, school, truly listen to what people have to say, stargazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Help - give and ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Poetry - Listen, write, read, inspire, life - *lyrics included!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Create on a whole new level - *FINISH MUSIC QUILT* ...need rhettmillershirt, need brighteyesshirt(FEB 8th), need to find backing that rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have fun! LOTS OF IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn to cook something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Keep it clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Learn to belly.dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Meditate more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Travel to at least three places I've never been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Become self sufficient. (I don't need to... just yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a lap top. (FRIV.OL.ACITY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a web cam. (And not use for something kinky!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Purchase a small digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Become a wine connoisseur...&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - that's not enough, but an interesting start no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is so much more...&lt;br /&gt; like quoting famous anythings - falling in love - keep up with my vow of buying only cute/sexy underwear - wings.wings.wings - forgive.ness - *sigh* - cry more - laugh more - cry less - laugh less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grow  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110470505693705670?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110470505693705670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110470505693705670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110470505693705670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110470505693705670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2005/01/ill-be-one-with-my-heart-in-my-lap.html' title='i&apos;ll be the one with my heart in my lap'/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110446540777992837</id><published>2004-12-30T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T21:56:47.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Women are creatures that naturally overreact. Men do as well. The differences that I've noticed is that women use tears - men use silence - women use words - men use violence. VERY GENERAL WORDS HERE, VERY, VERY GENERAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening, or just about to, to a radio show I was introduced to by someone with a J-name... &lt;br /&gt;  It's called Dark Horizons, mostly gothic industrial. (Tampa community radio!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think - well that's a bit far from emo isn't it?? I think I'm more of an emo girl, those emo rockers ~ ROCK MY SOCKS RIGHT THE FUCK OFF!!! ~ *hello* Connor Oberst can... I don't think I wanna incriminate myself any more with that sentance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hee hee* *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - Actually I listened to industrial ~ BEFORE ~ I knew any emo kids... I don't think any of you who read this knew the *perky goth* *Natasha*!!! Wow, I was gothie for a long time too! By the way, I've seen how goths dance... I'm still laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is going to take me out driving tomarrow... I should set a date for when i want to take my drivers test. I leave for PR the 6th. Three Kings Day. Gold, Frankincense, Myrrh, remember? When do I get back?... lemme go check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10th, monday - I think is the tentative date for my landing safely house. I say house because I don't think of this as my home.... I have to pick out earrings that match and my mother doesn't want me wearing black on the trip. My nails are silver now, like little lighning bolt flashes on the keys... I still need socks for the trip. Yes, I own socks. But I wanted cute new ones!!! I bought a massive amount of cute new underwear! I'll be wearing Snoopy on my pelvic bone, Hello Kitty on my ass... if I'm not mistaken Oscar the Grouch will also my proclaiming "Get Lost" on my fanny... why can I never find BATGIRL UNDIES!!! Supergirl underwear they have enough to gag on - BATGIRL... CATWOMAN! They have none...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise, my sister made cookies AGAIN~! (She's trying to make me fat...) I didn't realize I had THIS MUCH SELF CONTROL.... large plate... chocolate chip... and TOFFEE chips... BUT coffee tomorrow morning WILL have cookie crumbs.... (I'm babbling as I'm listening to Dark Horizons by the way...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just won tickets to VNV Nation, paying at the Masquarade in Tampa on the 8th... I'm leaving them for John to pick up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding.... I just won them.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WON TICKETS~!!!!! ON THIS SHOW~!!!!     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110446540777992837?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110446540777992837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110446540777992837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110446540777992837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110446540777992837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/women-are-creatures-that-naturally.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110437045227198960</id><published>2004-12-29T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T19:34:12.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love mail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110437045227198960?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110437045227198960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110437045227198960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110437045227198960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110437045227198960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110437004168114845</id><published>2004-12-29T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T19:27:21.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention...I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister just put it right in!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT GARDEN STATE IN THE MAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Zack Braff... I hope I find a cute little genius like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna move by the way... I kinda sick of the situation.... I WANT MORE....&lt;br /&gt; I WANT TO WATCH GARDEN STATE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ELISE AND CHRISTIAN~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110437004168114845?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110437004168114845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110437004168114845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110437004168114845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110437004168114845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-got-garden-state-in-mail-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110434003745365531</id><published>2004-12-29T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:07:17.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at home today - Kinda like everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my radio *full blast*...(makes it harder to hear the phone) I've got paper, everywhere - ribbon - paint in my hair! ink all over... I love ink! Music is a miracle happening in my ears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm running to and from the keys - *tapping on them* - I would cut my nails but they make such a delightful sound... They are painted black today. Maybe tomarrow too, maybe blue tomarrow?&lt;br /&gt; I'm making books today. Gifts mostly... curious experiments - but what does it all mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom - if you notice your entirely too bored - that's a sin. So much to do, so much to do... less time to do it in - NO! It's not to say "hurry hurry!" or ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO DO ~ GO WORK~! ... ew ... heavens, no ... balance my children, balance... *lol* how many things am I doing at the moment? and that's not even even including the flurry and fire of my neurons! &lt;br /&gt;  Maybe I'm trying to not think of something else... someone else... *lol*... at least I'm honestly letting you read between the lines! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hee hee* - I liked that image.... CD CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;better.ness - I also have a huge paper cutter on my table... I'm the mad scientist of crafting... Craftology, the study of mis.mosh! Little viles and jars of silver and gold and pink and black... scissors - paisley - whole puches - stamps... STICKERS! and fairies... they are around here somewhere... fire burned edges are the BEST! I need more ispiration... coffee? Froud? the letter from C and E!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need metallic green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to make fimo subit to my will... but oh well... fimo is like clay - you bake it - make stuff...... I need a rabbit hole....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY~! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110434003745365531?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110434003745365531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110434003745365531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110434003745365531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110434003745365531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-at-home-today-kinda-like-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110424491390881099</id><published>2004-12-28T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T08:41:53.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I knew is that she had a barrel, a trigger, insanity and bullets. You can’t talk to a psycho like a normal human being. – In all fairness, I wasn’t going to try. We couldn’t have been past the 5th floor, maybe we were closer to the ground, I can’t remember the elevator ride down. All the innocent faces got blurry as well. I couldn’t handle knowing exactly how many people I was trying to save. How many people does a song reach? Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had something that belonged to Jarrod Gorbel and Aaron Kamstra. I can’t remember what it was but I know they needed it. That and hostages. I was suppose to bring her message to the negotiator. I was suppose to save everyone. The message was, send J, and we did it – we sent him. He never came down. I knew I had to go up. Why I didn’t, I was debating with someone about something horribly stupid. I can’t remember. I just remember open fire into the crowd. Then I saw Jarrod, laying in his own blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the hospital afterwards. He said he trusted me and I let him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…that was my dream last night…&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I also stayed up till past 3 in the morning playing the Sims 2... *innocent grin*&lt;br /&gt;...it's 9:30 a.m. I've been up for at least an hour... that's not bad right? *eh* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110424491390881099?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110424491390881099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110424491390881099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110424491390881099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110424491390881099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-i-knew-is-that-she-had-barrel.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110412679802154184</id><published>2004-12-26T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:53:18.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching the Sandlot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  YOU PLAY BALL LIKE A GIRL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm such a girl... this movie is so cute.... great great greatness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas update: I got a lot of cool new stationary~!!! I'll be sending it out as soon as I get some stamps! ((tomorrow?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes tickets: Three in my pocket... anyone wanna come with???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I've lured you into a false sense of security....&lt;br /&gt; I have to say I'm a bit jealous. I know I'm being silly but I can't help it. I do really like him and I havn't even met him yet... I've dreamed of him you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* oh brother needs the net.... darn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110412679802154184?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110412679802154184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110412679802154184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110412679802154184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110412679802154184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-watching-sandlot.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110411944108777655</id><published>2004-12-26T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:50:41.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE THE COOLEST FRIENDS EVER.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ever ever ever ever......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110411944108777655?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110411944108777655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110411944108777655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110411944108777655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110411944108777655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-coolest-friends-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110359415517696292</id><published>2004-12-20T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:55:55.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale." - anonymous quotation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this is - (at least that's my story) - But that's not going to stop me from reveling in it. I almost said something yesterday. We were talking about faith, how people should be treated - the past - the future - Does anyone else feel weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His computer isn't working - we didn't get to meet - but I'm not mad... I'm not into that "upset" feeling... I do like feeling inspired though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110359415517696292?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110359415517696292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110359415517696292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110359415517696292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110359415517696292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/once-in-awhile-right-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110320419131324063</id><published>2004-12-16T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T07:36:31.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hours till *go time*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110320419131324063?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110320419131324063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110320419131324063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110320419131324063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110320419131324063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/hours-till-go-time.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110312680887638872</id><published>2004-12-15T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T10:06:48.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here’s some actual news : the 18th and the 19th (and 24th) I’m going to be at Borders, gift wrapping. It’s for donations to pay for my stem cell transplant. (Yes, it still needs to be paid…) Granted most of it is paid for! Thank you Lordy Lordy!!! But I think all that I need left is the medications, and the rest of the extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love wrapping presents! My mother used to help Santa wrap and that woman does all this fancy bending and folding – you had moral dilemmas ripping that sucker open. When we visited family – her wrapping job was always outside of the ring of gifts, last to be opened… I honestly don’t think we gave the greatest gifts but they looked fantastic!&lt;br /&gt; If you know me – you also know I love giving presents! I love that surprised expression of “*Natasha*, if you don’t stop this you’ll have exactly 2 cents in your bank account and I don’t have any money to give you later!” It’s always little stuff – the better I know you – the better the stuff… (I hope!) People are so responsive to small gestures. I hope when I’m rich someday – I’ll be a member of several museums, public zoos, and an upstanding member of The Lupus Foundation. (We all have our causes.) Next year for christamas, I just want to warn those people who are here I’m going to do something completely unheard of… okay – so of course it’s HEARD of… BUT ~! *oh* nevermind….&lt;br /&gt;-	No, it won’t be jumping, naked, out of a cake! *sheesh* some people….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, if God wills it, I’m going to meet John. Here is something cute for all you cute people… We both have aohell… *duh* and you can talk through your computers to each other – he’s even got a video camera on his. I get to be a voyeur and watch him – he can only hear me *EVIL LAUGH*…  so when we’re awake enough to notice our computers have these features, we use them. *lol* I have to get a web cam… I’m going shopping for one after x.mas…..now if my parents get a faster internet connection I'll be the happy.ist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you – Connecticut compadres, it’s cold today. Nice. Your missing it! ((I wonder how cold it is over there?)) I miss you guys to bits!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - my littest sister just said the greatest "Lovesong" ever was depressing.... she doesn't like it....&lt;br /&gt;  ....well.... that is IT~!.... she's getting her eyebrows shaved off in the middle of night.....*innocent grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110312680887638872?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110312680887638872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110312680887638872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110312680887638872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110312680887638872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/heres-some-actual-news-18th-and-19th.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110305070492805368</id><published>2004-12-14T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:58:24.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent all morning adding these *away messages8 to my screen name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..because it is the ones with the sorest throats, *Tasha*, who have done the most singing. Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;La La La La La La La La La Lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna smash the faces&lt;br /&gt;of those beautiful boys&lt;br /&gt;those christian boys&lt;br /&gt;so you can make me cum&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't make you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...circumstances afford me no second chance to tell you how much I've missed you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I want to take you far from the cynics in this town,&lt;br /&gt;And kiss you on the mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep... you won't have to strain to look into my eyes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and he kissed me in a style that clark gable would have admired (I thought it classic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"&lt;br /&gt;And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay true, it may seem like a stretch, but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away when i am missing You to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned ... true, it may seem like a stretch, but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away when i am missing You to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...all from various artists, various songs...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110305070492805368?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110305070492805368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110305070492805368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110305070492805368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110305070492805368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-spent-all-morning-adding-these-away.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110304967660103815</id><published>2004-12-14T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:41:16.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something interesting my children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with Him till 4:30 in the morning.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was also told by a passer by that if a guy talks on the phone with a girl for more than 30 min. - he likes her...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have convinced him to come Thursday, with me, to Universal. That would be the 16th - I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Pepe the Prawn is one of the greatest charecters ever... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110304967660103815?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110304967660103815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110304967660103815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110304967660103815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110304967660103815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/something-interesting-my-children.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110295117692997930</id><published>2004-12-13T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T09:19:36.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He said there is always an inevitable fall. He thinks I'm the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to convince someone of something your not is, just, not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about me is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it isn't. I have nothing to be worried about.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm a girl though, my mind is racing. Indy 500 style ~ circles - fast... if something happens... EXPLOSION! *ka-blammo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's worries about something though I really don't know what it is. He's either thinking - *oh great &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;one!* - or - he's hiding something. Could possible be either...&lt;br /&gt; because I'm not &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;one, my mind immediately goes to he's hiding something... and we all know that's horrible and stupid of me... *but I can't help it!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the sad part is I'm laughing at the stupidity of the situation. He hasn't told me about it and I don't ask... *HA HA HA HA HA*.....&lt;br /&gt;  Also, if you know me, I have a wild imagination - so when my mind wonders - watch out! &lt;br /&gt;  Don't worry - I don't take myself to seriously...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"I get my whiskey from a well....." .........*whistle whistle*....   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110295117692997930?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110295117692997930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110295117692997930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110295117692997930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110295117692997930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/he-said-there-is-always-inevitable.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110244486197417895</id><published>2004-12-07T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T12:41:01.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>READ IT ~! It's too much!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110244486197417895?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110244486197417895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110244486197417895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110244486197417895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110244486197417895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/read-it-its-too-much-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110231139726356718</id><published>2004-12-05T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:36:37.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days and days ~ I’ve been dancing in my bedroom *music ALL the way up!* I’ve gotten gobs of new music – Thank you Brittany, Andrew, Laura and John. A really nice nice nice mix of new and old… songs I’ve known forever tingling with new melodies that are making me squeal with delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol* - does that sound a little whore.ish to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been OUT~! I went to the MUSE concert Thursday. The guy has a smart guitar – it’s got a computer in it…? I’m still learning of this music… The little thing playing outside HoB before the show – just before we went inside played Just Like Heaven~! AND the little boy in front of me was donning a ‘boys don’t cry’ T. So yah…. It was great show….the crazy part is when I really get to know the band, in all my comfortability – it’ll be even BETTER~! I was going to by a shirt to add to the quilt but $35 for the damn shirt….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fry.day – shopping with Meagan. She bought the sexiest boots EVER! I’m pretty sure I finished my Christmas shopping… damn I hate fucked up meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got reeled into being my wee sister’s chaperone. I did manage to burn a CD of Andrew’s (Scotland’s – they are one in the same.) music. So the kid ain’t all bad~! We basically stayed at his house and chilled… which wouldn’t have been to torturous if we wouldn’t have had to get up at five (wait, it may have been six?) in the morning in order for everyone to get to work on time and Rachel to drop us off at DD, so as to be picked up by Andrew’s mother. I believe I had tripped into Dreamland, maybe – 12:00 the night before… and I like sleep… no.&lt;br /&gt;    I LOVE SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN – I had to be up this morning early for church. So I’m a bit on the groggy end of things at the moment. Along with all that I made a corset and the boning was too long and now I have to unsew the whole damn thing – detach the boning – cut it. Reattach it. Resew it – lace and then we’ll see….      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also making Brittany a corset and myself another corset so the first one in this series will be back, in my sewing machine, at a much later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* next Friday I’m suppose to go to the Castle, Tampa’s premier goth club. Brittany, Meagan and myself. Before we enter – we’re meeting John. I’m going to meet John. I’m so nervous, I’ve been ripping at my nails and fingers… he going to look at my hands, figure out I’m a neurotic, the number won’t equal it’s parts and he’ll walk in the other direction. At least this is the scenario I’m prepared for. What am I doing??? I don’t worry!!! There’s no point in worrying! (So why am I fReAkInG out…?)&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m such a goof. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110231139726356718?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110231139726356718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110231139726356718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110231139726356718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110231139726356718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/12/days-and-days-ive-been-dancing-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110184141906697145</id><published>2004-11-30T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T13:03:39.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever do a lot of thinking. Cerebrum explosion thinking. And about more than just love, which is odd for me. I’m always thinking about that emotion – I think we all know that. I’ve had small conversations on the mind. And Muse Lyrics. Then I go back to the Postal Service – the band, is it really a government agency? Cause I think about that as well… I’ve been wanting to write a book of poetry. I’ve been wanted by crazy salsa dancers. (I did look really cute, who can blame them?!) I just woke up from strange dreaming. – when am I ever not dreaming strangely? You know I wrote an entire blog entry – also just deleted the whole thing. I’ve been pondering words, reading the dictionary, and I use tons of words that I understand but exact meanings? My mind is a sieve. Maybe more of a filter… &lt;br /&gt;Did you know ‘love’ is a gothic term? (At least in my dictionary it is.) 1. a deep and tender feeling of affection for or attachment or devotion to a person or persons. There is more – an expression; brotherhood; objects of; unusual passion; sex; Venus; tennis score; and God.&lt;br /&gt;    I like it. It’s a good word. In Spanish there are a lot of words for one thing. This is one word for a whole lot of things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people use words that don’t seem to belong – but the expression, always perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song my mother has played me – Quisera ser un pez. (I hope I spelled that right???) Basicly it translates into ‘I want to be a fish.’ He proceeds to sing to his girl. ‘So I can press my nose up against the glass in your fish tank. So I can make googly faces at you whenever I want. Oh oh oh, and spend the entire night “mojado en ti.” It means wet in you – but it doesn’t…. it means soaked in you, bathed in your presence, immersed in everything you are, overcome and overwhelmed by you – surrounded.  &lt;br /&gt; now how do add this song here......*oi*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110184141906697145?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110184141906697145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110184141906697145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110184141906697145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110184141906697145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/11/ever-do-lot-of-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110176753677198906</id><published>2004-11-29T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T16:32:16.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my parents are starting to complain about my habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer. phone. music. phone. internet. walking at night. music. phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siblings are starting to complain about their *used to be cool* older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also not happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;  *but* in my defense : The doctors I have don't want me to do anything till March? I do all I can to waste time. (Don't knock it till you've tried it) I sew. I sleep. I plan. I volunteer. I clean. I'm also the go between for this family. I obsess. I color in and out of the lines. I research. I read the dictionary when I'm not actually in the throws of another book. (I'm looking for Fantasies of a Young Submissive right now.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was compleatly off in orbit for a year, space was nice - but it's lonely. Even before that - There was all that training I went through and you don't focus on what's going on - on the rest of the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just think about space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving the drops of Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interstellar travel is always hardest for the people you leave behind. They worry. But I'm back! Better than ever!&lt;br /&gt; I'm available for talk shows and autographs now. Just waiting for those phone calls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyrallis:  hi honey! sorry can't talk now, gotta feed homeless people &lt;br /&gt;Pyrallis is away at 5:28 P.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110176753677198906?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110176753677198906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110176753677198906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110176753677198906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110176753677198906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-parents-are-starting-to-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332522.post-110176549376988831</id><published>2004-11-29T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T15:58:13.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*woo hoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out salsa dancing. I went with *Ron*, *Brittany*, and *Nickie* - (I hope I've spelled everyone's name correctly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we were the whitest people there - we danced and had fun. I actually danced not just kept to my voyeuristic ways. *Brittany* (who for some odd reason seems to prefer to be called *Chase* - her last name - though I do kinda think *Chase* sounds more interesting) - yes *Brittany* was teaching us all to dance. For X-mas I'm giving her a crop and whip. She's such the Dom. We're also going to the Castle together. I don't know if *Nickie* is coming but - *Ron* and *Meagan* want to come with. So does *John*. $10.oo just for parking..... but I love costuming and some people really go all out for this club. I'm thinking small disposable camera. I need a small digital. WELL TO DAMN BAD - *ha!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes - I got asked to dance by some crazy little spanish insanity case. I did dance with him. And NO - we did not exchange phone numbers. Did I mention before the got to see National Treasure? and I'm anxiously waiting for to see Finding Neverland...... I love Nick Cage. I love Johnny Depp even more.&lt;br /&gt; You know 'Gone in 60 Seconds' doesn't really ring my bell at first toll - but then I watched it... Angelina and Nick... I really enjoy that movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am the babble queen - on Thursday I'm suppose to go see MUSE with *Chase*. I adore dressing up so this should be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children - I'm bored. I realize this is my fault. I want to go back to school because I want to learn. Some people have quite the feelings of hate for that establishment. I, on the other hand, do not. *grin* Granted - just because you go to school doesn't mean you'll learn &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;- but I'm setting out to, just the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332522-110176549376988831?l=cujunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/feeds/110176549376988831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332522&amp;postID=110176549376988831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110176549376988831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332522/posts/default/110176549376988831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cujunga.blogspot.com/2004/11/woo-hoo-yesterday-i-went-out-salsa.html' title=''/><author><name>*Natasha*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
