<?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-16596479</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:14:21.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckapants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-580379922520538874</id><published>2010-02-23T13:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:26:43.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Cookies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9338549&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9338549&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9338549"&gt;Adobe Photoshop Cook&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user456458"&gt;Lait Noir&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-580379922520538874?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/580379922520538874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=580379922520538874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/580379922520538874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/580379922520538874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2010/02/photoshop-cookies.html' title='Photoshop Cookies!!!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-7029668220224069679</id><published>2009-12-18T11:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:35:46.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Font Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Syu9Vt-cDuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IwCooZxPkfo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Syu9Vt-cDuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IwCooZxPkfo/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416631157659537122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an iphone/ipod touch? Wanna test your type knowledge? Check this font game out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fontgameapp.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-7029668220224069679?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/7029668220224069679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=7029668220224069679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7029668220224069679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7029668220224069679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2009/12/font-game.html' title='Font Game'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Syu9Vt-cDuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IwCooZxPkfo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-1186648835739017032</id><published>2009-10-14T13:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:00:56.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Typography Geeks</title><content type='html'>If you're a type geek or just love creative videos you'll heart this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6382511&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6382511&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6382511"&gt;Typophile Film Festival 5 Opening Titles&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1425019"&gt;Brent Barson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-1186648835739017032?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/1186648835739017032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=1186648835739017032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1186648835739017032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1186648835739017032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-typography-geeks.html' title='For Typography Geeks'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-7534630614605847193</id><published>2009-09-13T21:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:07:26.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience Grasshopper, Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Sq2zaC02KQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_5G2Jx2j268/s1600-h/img_5450.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Sq2zaC02KQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_5G2Jx2j268/s400/img_5450.sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381154389794105602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpf I wanna move to Cali. It was so perfect there. I think my entire mood would change for the better if I lived there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-7534630614605847193?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/7534630614605847193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=7534630614605847193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7534630614605847193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7534630614605847193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2009/09/patience-grasshopper-patience.html' title='Patience Grasshopper, Patience'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Sq2zaC02KQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_5G2Jx2j268/s72-c/img_5450.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-8899910700013322443</id><published>2009-08-12T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:00:59.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Luck Club 3</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that JLC3 is happening in 11...10 days!!! woohoo! This year my sis, and cousins (Angie and Marilyn) and yours truly of course are going to meet in San Diego and roadtrip it up to San Francisco on Hwy 1!!! I've only been to San Fran so this will be great to explore more of California (which will hopefully be my future residence). Yay! I can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-8899910700013322443?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/8899910700013322443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=8899910700013322443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8899910700013322443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8899910700013322443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Joy Luck Club 3'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-8644888198749757264</id><published>2009-01-21T00:35:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:22:56.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump Jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SXbCPn8PweI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ly1pyzKGR4A/s1600-h/alljump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SXbCPn8PweI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ly1pyzKGR4A/s400/alljump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293631985696096738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Peru and the golly was the trip crazy! So many set backs but we still made through it! While in Peru Merles and I started doing our jumping pictures again. We felt guilty for doing it without the other two (Ang and Mich) but like I promised, I'm making up for it by photoshopping them in! :D I hope you enjoy this girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Angie still hasn't left the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the Peru pictures can be see at &lt;a href="http://sarahlee.myphotoalbum.com/view_album.php?set_albumName=album208/"&gt;myphotoalbum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-8644888198749757264?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/8644888198749757264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=8644888198749757264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8644888198749757264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8644888198749757264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2009/01/jump-jump.html' title='Jump Jump!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SXbCPn8PweI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ly1pyzKGR4A/s72-c/alljump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-7654971977719617025</id><published>2008-12-29T13:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:37:38.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hells Yeah!</title><content type='html'>It looks like the bidniz cards are getting around! And &lt;a href="http://www.chicagogluttons.com/"&gt;Chicago Gluttons&lt;/a&gt; is gettin some sweet press! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what &lt;a href="http://beingtotallysweetinchicago.blogspot.com/2008/12/chicago-gluttons-get-live-up-in.html"&gt;Being Totally Sweet in Chicago&lt;/a&gt; has to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-7654971977719617025?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/7654971977719617025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=7654971977719617025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7654971977719617025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7654971977719617025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/12/hells-yeah.html' title='Hells Yeah!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-6483857598140334157</id><published>2008-12-17T20:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:55:03.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Bidniz Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm7cCkcI0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/I8stl45DUgc/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm7cCkcI0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/I8stl45DUgc/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280958128469058370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm7bwZiOfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y1CxxQoLGhw/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm7bwZiOfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y1CxxQoLGhw/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280958123591481842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm6KhrM4LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C-SpNEzLLT4/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm6KhrM4LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C-SpNEzLLT4/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280956728069644466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm6K4tpteI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p_l81A8NM9c/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm6K4tpteI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p_l81A8NM9c/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280956734253938146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm6vCQbJdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5BM1BpNJBPA/s1600-h/IMG_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm6vCQbJdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5BM1BpNJBPA/s320/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280957355290994130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look cooler when they are stacked...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-6483857598140334157?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/6483857598140334157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=6483857598140334157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/6483857598140334157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/6483857598140334157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/12/official-bidniz-cards.html' title='Official Bidniz Cards'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm7cCkcI0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/I8stl45DUgc/s72-c/IMG_1522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-8267327519689303676</id><published>2008-12-17T20:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:59:16.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm33TiqsYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uMEBqG2Kye0/s1600-h/IMG_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm33TiqsYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uMEBqG2Kye0/s400/IMG_1540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280954198834983298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACHU PICCHU, PERU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-8267327519689303676?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/8267327519689303676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=8267327519689303676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8267327519689303676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8267327519689303676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-fate.html' title='It&apos;s Fate!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SUm33TiqsYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uMEBqG2Kye0/s72-c/IMG_1540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-4112189050996032359</id><published>2008-11-17T20:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:47:31.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tokidoki Tomodachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SSIn2Luw5II/AAAAAAAAAHg/1Gc7D6VUWAM/s1600-h/tokidoki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SSIn2Luw5II/AAAAAAAAAHg/1Gc7D6VUWAM/s400/tokidoki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269818325792253058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching some fun interesting tutorials from the creator of these cute little Tokidoki characters on &lt;a href="http://www.lynda.com"&gt;lynda.com&lt;/a&gt; I knew I had to add one of these little guys to my designer collection of dolls/gadgets/gizmos! While Tokidoki designs are very much Japanese they are actually made by an Italian dude named Simone Legno! You can see more designs and buy them at the &lt;a href="http://shop.tokidoki.it"&gt;tokidoki shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-4112189050996032359?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/4112189050996032359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=4112189050996032359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4112189050996032359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4112189050996032359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-tokidoki-tomodachi.html' title='My Tokidoki Tomodachi'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SSIn2Luw5II/AAAAAAAAAHg/1Gc7D6VUWAM/s72-c/tokidoki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-3980783567820023480</id><published>2008-11-13T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:04:22.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you hate it when...</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate it when you buy one pair of pants and it fits perfectly. So much so you decide to get a second pair but the second pair is longer than the first pair! I mean theoretically it's supposed to be the same, right? grrr...Same with shoes! The first pair fits fine but same pair in a different color is tighter!!! argh!!! What's even worse is when your feet are different sizes so one shoe fits tighter than the other...WTF! Yah, I hate when that happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-3980783567820023480?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/3980783567820023480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=3980783567820023480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/3980783567820023480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/3980783567820023480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-you-hate-it-when.html' title='Don&apos;t you hate it when...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-295971154160820759</id><published>2008-11-12T13:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:48:49.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidniz Cards and Logos</title><content type='html'>So recently I've doing some logo work for family and friends and have rediscovered my creativity...for the time being at least. I'm pretty proud of the work I've done so far and hopefully in the end it will print out looking like I had imagined. While the designs are simple I think it incorporates what the clients asked for and in some instances even clever. (not to toot my own horn or anything!) :) I actually thought that I wasn't good at logos and they weren't my thing for a while, but I'm starting to see I don't mind doing them that much anymore. Yes, they do put a lot of pressure on you to design a graphic that sums up the entire company and represent it in a way that makes everyone happy. (Did I say there was pressure involved?) But once you make something that works and the client likes it too, it definitely give me as a designer confidence in myself and in the world, that they know what good design is.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working on these projects I had to call printers for the first time to get quotes to print some business cards for my client. I was intimated to talk to the printers but mustered my courage and called them anyway. I found out that while their quality and work may be good their prices where not. It wasn't until my co-worker told me about &lt;a href="http://4colorprint.com"&gt;4colorprint.com&lt;/a&gt; that I was relieved to see their prices were much lower than the local printers. She had her own business cards printed there and showed me a sample, it was printed on silkcards 300 and it looked great! It has a laminate over the card so it's tear and water resistant. And better yet if you wanted to do a die cut, it won't cost you an arm and leg! So I'm excited to see how my cards will turn out, updates coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-295971154160820759?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/295971154160820759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=295971154160820759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/295971154160820759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/295971154160820759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/11/bidniz-cards-and-logos.html' title='Bidniz Cards and Logos'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-922185201684743386</id><published>2008-08-11T22:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:39:03.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SK-GSwQ_B8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SbXO3Dl07do/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SK-GSwQ_B8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SbXO3Dl07do/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237552548407084994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe it's already August! It feels like summer just started. I really need to move somewhere warmer. I don't like the winter at all and most of the reason why is because I hate driving in the snow. You'd think that because I grew up in Wisconsin that I'd be used to the cold. But OH NO my friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it has something to do with wanting something you don't have. For example, I have a friend who grew up in Hawaii and he LOVES the snow. I think he's crazy. But if you think about it, he grew up in paradise. Never a day of bad weather. I would have no problems moving to a place with warm climates year round and if I ever got bored with the weather, I could go visit a place with snow. Sounds like a good plan to me. But until then...I'll continue enjoying this nice weather we're having for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-922185201684743386?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/922185201684743386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=922185201684743386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/922185201684743386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/922185201684743386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SK-GSwQ_B8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SbXO3Dl07do/s72-c/IMG_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-145616337760810307</id><published>2008-07-21T00:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:46:10.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!! WHAT IS THAT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SIQfK3Vp0VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/egTJpcKQ1Mw/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SIQfK3Vp0VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/egTJpcKQ1Mw/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225335739170541906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was heading back home tonight I walked past this animal on the fence in front of our building. It scared me because I saw it out of the corner of my eye and i was pretty close to it. I first thought, dog, squirrel, and then when I actually looked at it I thought maybe possum of some sort. But then I remembered my boss telling me that city rats are the size of cats!!!  I've never seen one before and thought OMG, this might just be it!!! It was so gross and scary looking with it mouth hanging open. I quickly grabbed my camera to take a shot of it and then bolted for it, for fear it was gonna run after me, bite me and infect me rabies! The thing is, it was so still it wasn't bothered by me at all, in fact it didn't even move after I took the picture and bolted, it just sat there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just did a little googling on what possums look like and I found a pic that looked like this one. But still, ewwwww. I still have no doubt this guy would have pounced at me and eaten me, he looked hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-145616337760810307?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/145616337760810307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=145616337760810307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/145616337760810307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/145616337760810307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-what-is-that.html' title='OMG!!! WHAT IS THAT???'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SIQfK3Vp0VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/egTJpcKQ1Mw/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-7286291159597463675</id><published>2008-06-28T00:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:56:33.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons iphones Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1i6xMHK4t50&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1i6xMHK4t50&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-7286291159597463675?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/7286291159597463675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=7286291159597463675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7286291159597463675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7286291159597463675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/06/top-10-reasons-iphones-rule.html' title='Top 10 Reasons iphones Rule'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-1141553156959037514</id><published>2008-06-22T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:35:58.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8h0BqPNLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CN86treai9k/s1600-h/IMG_3396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8h0BqPNLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CN86treai9k/s320/IMG_3396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214924071200830642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8h0JOvJjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rWsJTBpdgnU/s1600-h/IMG_3396_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8h0JOvJjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rWsJTBpdgnU/s320/IMG_3396_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214924073232967218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not complete...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-1141553156959037514?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/1141553156959037514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=1141553156959037514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1141553156959037514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1141553156959037514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/06/sketch-in-workings.html' title='Rainbow Hair'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8h0BqPNLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CN86treai9k/s72-c/IMG_3396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-7125906697996322836</id><published>2008-06-22T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:06:08.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First BBQ of the Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8hEXuG-VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HBh4EpTouLM/s1600-h/IMG_3324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8hEXuG-VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HBh4EpTouLM/s320/IMG_3324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214923252488927570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8hEgCF7rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Opph4RAQg_E/s1600-h/IMG_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8hEgCF7rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Opph4RAQg_E/s320/IMG_3347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214923254720229042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gwbRW1dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/G0ySpsTVH6U/s1600-h/IMG_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gwbRW1dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/G0ySpsTVH6U/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214922909844690386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gwj0RkTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oDeZuDKokqA/s1600-h/IMG_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gwj0RkTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oDeZuDKokqA/s320/IMG_3274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214922912138629426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gw-utjqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Jam5DxHLliw/s1600-h/IMG_3296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gw-utjqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Jam5DxHLliw/s320/IMG_3296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214922919363055266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gxGVqI_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/78_yfQvbZUk/s1600-h/IMG_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gxGVqI_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/78_yfQvbZUk/s320/IMG_3304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214922921405457394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gxU4rNAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QvByw2nL6-o/s1600-h/IMG_3310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8gxU4rNAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QvByw2nL6-o/s320/IMG_3310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214922925310424066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Joanne and Brian hosted a BBQ in Wilmette at Gilson Park. At first we were weary that it wasn't going to be good weather since it was raining at 10am but luckily the sun gods were in our favor. An hour later the skies cleared and it was beautiful out! The food was delicious and the beach was warm and wonderful! Ahhh, good times! More pics on myphotoalbum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-7125906697996322836?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/7125906697996322836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=7125906697996322836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7125906697996322836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7125906697996322836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-bbq-of-summer.html' title='First BBQ of the Summer'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SF8hEXuG-VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HBh4EpTouLM/s72-c/IMG_3324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-1864062358843691912</id><published>2008-06-19T00:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:48:32.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SFny3jhiQhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BbsrkalEA2s/s1600-h/IMG_3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SFny3jhiQhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BbsrkalEA2s/s320/IMG_3256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213465079900684818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long overdue sketch that I meant to put up. It was during the time I was sketching flowers for a project at work. This particular sketch got a little out of hand at the end of the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-1864062358843691912?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/1864062358843691912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=1864062358843691912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1864062358843691912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1864062358843691912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/06/flower-girl.html' title='Flower Girl'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SFny3jhiQhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BbsrkalEA2s/s72-c/IMG_3256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-8719621195841891227</id><published>2008-06-11T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:59:37.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Worries, Friends</title><content type='html'>No worries, I haven't croaked yet. I know you were all worried and had sleepless nights and sent out prayers. Thanks, by the way. I think god must have answered them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-8719621195841891227?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/8719621195841891227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=8719621195841891227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8719621195841891227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8719621195841891227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-worries-friends.html' title='No Worries, Friends'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-1430346765593486131</id><published>2008-06-10T14:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:03:34.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death from a tomato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SE7dtARHcEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QcnGYOrRLN8/s1600-h/tomato_pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SE7dtARHcEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QcnGYOrRLN8/s320/tomato_pd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345584149884994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps! &lt;br /&gt;After reading stories in the news about salmonella found from eating uncooked tomatoes and how restaurants including McDonalds are pulling tomatoes from their menus...without thinking I ordered a tomato mozzarella salad from Panera. And didn't even realize it until halfway through eating it. At that point, I didn't want to throw it out cause i paid for an overpriced salad and I already ate half of it. I'm probably already gonna die from it, so I mind as well finish it. Soooo...maybe not the right mindset but anyhooo...if I happen to croak sometime soon, know it was death from tomatoes. One of my favorite vegetables (and yes i consider it a vegetable). I already have a favorite fruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-1430346765593486131?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/1430346765593486131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=1430346765593486131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1430346765593486131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1430346765593486131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-from-tomato.html' title='Death from a tomato'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/SE7dtARHcEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QcnGYOrRLN8/s72-c/tomato_pd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-5671049064408853527</id><published>2008-03-29T15:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:11:27.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimmer of Light at the End of the Tunnel</title><content type='html'>After much pondering and exploring new ways of thoughts/beliefs AND speaking with my guru (you know who you are :)), I've come to the somewhat of a new understanding of life and what it has to offer. Don't get me wrong, I don't have any answers yet but all I can do is try to understand and change my outlook on life. I've decided to be more positive about things and be in a good mood everyday. Not that I wasn't trying to do this before but I think before I would just go with the flow and everyday was the same old same old. I felt nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been feeling an excitement inside of me. My heart beats faster as in anticipation for something great soon. I would like to start my day everyday excited, how great would that be? I'm going to do my best to start taking initiatives in my life and do things that will feed my excitement. Hopefully by doing all of this I will develop a passion that I am lacking in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all of this positive thinking is because Spring is finally around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that does has some impact on my emotions for sure. And hopefully this will be just enough to get my act together and do something worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-5671049064408853527?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/5671049064408853527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=5671049064408853527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/5671049064408853527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/5671049064408853527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-beginning.html' title='A Glimmer of Light at the End of the Tunnel'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-8085307244374890076</id><published>2008-03-02T23:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:05:37.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead End</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been feeling like I'm at a dead end. Is this an early quarter-life crisis??? I'm not sure. After college and finding a job there isn't much expected of you...besides getting married and having kids. But what else is there? I mean is that it? I think I just feel lost at what to do next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lacking motivation and inspiration to do something that will fulfill my life. I'm searching for a meaning, a purpose...happiness. I feel stuck, stagnant, and bored. I need a life worth living! I'm merely just existing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-8085307244374890076?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/8085307244374890076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=8085307244374890076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8085307244374890076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8085307244374890076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/03/dead-end.html' title='Dead End'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-2410935163288145758</id><published>2008-01-08T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:49:53.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Tetris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R4Q0uXaSNtI/AAAAAAAAADw/sJDLkvAr9mQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R4Q0uXaSNtI/AAAAAAAAADw/sJDLkvAr9mQ/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153301844781577938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Tetris is a game show they play in Japan apparently. And I must say that is the is the BEST GAME EVER!!! They really need to bring this show to the U.S. However, it probably wouldn't be as funny. The determination in these men's faces is quite admirable, you must admit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I will let you watch it for yourselves and make your own opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84_QL1kEmH4&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-2410935163288145758?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/2410935163288145758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=2410935163288145758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2410935163288145758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2410935163288145758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/01/human-tetris.html' title='Human Tetris'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R4Q0uXaSNtI/AAAAAAAAADw/sJDLkvAr9mQ/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-4077177108620519130</id><published>2008-01-01T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:32:55.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R3rM7naSNrI/AAAAAAAAADg/A2-r_6tQMUY/s1600-h/IMG_2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R3rM7naSNrI/AAAAAAAAADg/A2-r_6tQMUY/s320/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150654448415159986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every Christmas it seems as though all my cousins gather together and decide what they will get me that year. Not really, but it seems to be a theme every year. Two years ago I was getting stuffed animals, last year it was soaps and lotions, and this year, chocolates! I'm not complaining, all were very nice gifts and I enjoy them but don't be surprised if the next time you see me I'll be 100 pounds heavier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-4077177108620519130?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/4077177108620519130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=4077177108620519130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4077177108620519130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4077177108620519130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-presents.html' title='Christmas Presents'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R3rM7naSNrI/AAAAAAAAADg/A2-r_6tQMUY/s72-c/IMG_2336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-7979422813894888598</id><published>2007-12-20T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:21:11.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Madness</title><content type='html'>I apologize for this crappy post, I haven't been sleeping or eating the sufficient amount that is needed this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, so much to do before I go home for Christmas on Saturday!!!!  So much to do TONIGHT! ACK! This whole week was busy. And I've been coming home at 10:30pm every night this week exhausted and ready to just go to bed. Not because of work mostly but because of holiday shopping, screen printing and such. I'm mostly glad that my holiday shopping is about over now, just one more thing to get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's off to do chores at home before sis and friend comes tomorrow night. Fun I know. Anyway, I'm glad to go home for a bit. Even though I will probably be busy then too. We're hosting my grandmother's birthday party at our house on Christmas night so there's tons to do at home. Oh gosh that reminds me...(ahhh! mental note, must stop at bank before going home.) Yeah, so that should be good times for sure. I haven't been home since last Christmas and even then it was only for a few days. So it'll be good to see everyone and catch up with them. Especially seeing all the little ones who probably aren't so little anymore. Which makes me feel old. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of Christmas is giving out gifts and seeing the recipient's face light up! Oh the joy of Christmas! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays and Safe Travels to All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-7979422813894888598?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/7979422813894888598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=7979422813894888598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7979422813894888598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7979422813894888598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-madness.html' title='Holiday Madness'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-421435574580635578</id><published>2007-12-11T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:04:19.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Freakin-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R19QYuc669I/AAAAAAAAADY/0rPE6pxn7cY/s1600-h/partyhat_profile_horn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R19QYuc669I/AAAAAAAAADY/0rPE6pxn7cY/s320/partyhat_profile_horn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142917685196811218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another year. another birthday. bah humbug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-421435574580635578?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/421435574580635578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=421435574580635578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/421435574580635578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/421435574580635578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/12/twenty-freakin-four.html' title='Twenty-Freakin-Four'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R19QYuc669I/AAAAAAAAADY/0rPE6pxn7cY/s72-c/partyhat_profile_horn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-8768008745647681870</id><published>2007-11-27T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:09:34.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0zpC-DpAQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OTaor6TL4Qk/s1600-h/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0zpC-DpAQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OTaor6TL4Qk/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137737512150171906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks the first Christmas tree I've ever put up! Yay!!! It may be small but it's perfect for me! Let the holiday cheer begin! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-8768008745647681870?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/8768008745647681870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=8768008745647681870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8768008745647681870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8768008745647681870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-christmas-tree-oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0zpC-DpAQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OTaor6TL4Qk/s72-c/IMG_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-2004769070815888682</id><published>2007-11-25T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:36:32.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ork Posters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0pMkuDpAPI/AAAAAAAAADI/QnARQfzeExk/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0pMkuDpAPI/AAAAAAAAADI/QnARQfzeExk/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137002518691774706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great gift to give during the holiday season or maybe just something to have hanging on your bare walls. It does come very handy when you're not so familiar with all the different neighborhoods in Chicago. When moving here last year (I can't believe it's almost been a year since I have...) I was overwhelmed by the number of different neighborhoods here. People would tell me where they lived, Wicker Park, Bucktown, Oak Park, Linkin Park...etc. they all meshed together and I just stared blankly at them, pretending I knew exactly where that was as to not seem ignorant of my surroundings. All I knew was that I was in Chicago and what was the city and what was a suburb. But here to my rescue is this great friendly neighborhood poster that I can finally get a grasp of where everything lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is typographic map project Jenny Beorkrem, my co-worker has been working on. Quite genius as she is getting quite the publicity now for it! Good work Jenny. These posters are a steal, only priced at $22 (w/o shipping or tax for IL residents). She also has a few more other cities (Brooklyn, Manhattan, San Francisco, Boston, and more to come) she's been working on that you can purchase too if interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check them out at: http://orkposters.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-2004769070815888682?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/2004769070815888682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=2004769070815888682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2004769070815888682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2004769070815888682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/11/ork-posters.html' title='Ork Posters'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0pMkuDpAPI/AAAAAAAAADI/QnARQfzeExk/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-2961706946349976280</id><published>2007-11-25T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:11:43.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken to Make Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0orQODpAOI/AAAAAAAAADA/lucEXP3tiro/s1600-h/IMG_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0orQODpAOI/AAAAAAAAADA/lucEXP3tiro/s320/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136965882620739810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate Thanksgiving I decided to make a whole chicken. Chicken and not turkey because I'm not that big of a fan of turkey. It's usually too dry so why not make chicken instead? It tastes better. So thus, I made a chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn I've prepared whole chickens before and been grossed out but I eventually got over it. So this time when I decided to make a chicken I was weary about it but figured I would be able to think past it. When I took the chicken out of it's wrapping and held it while I washed it I kept thinking it weighed the same as a baby or a cat. Then cleaning the skin and touching it disgusted me even more. Then when it was time to cut it I couldn't help but think i was mutilating it. Now just wonder how I felt when it came time to eat...I was wincing and cringing while eating it. Luckily, I decided to cut it all off the bone at one time and store it so I wouldn't feel like I was dissecting a poor lab animal in biology class every time I wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story is, I should never prepare whole birds or any animal for that matter...I get too grossed out. And this is also why I could never be a doctor. I probably should be a vegetarian but I think it might be too late for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-2961706946349976280?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/2961706946349976280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=2961706946349976280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2961706946349976280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2961706946349976280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/11/chicken-to-make-chicken.html' title='Chicken to Make Chicken'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/R0orQODpAOI/AAAAAAAAADA/lucEXP3tiro/s72-c/IMG_2146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-2152471122812600013</id><published>2007-11-08T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:47:22.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RzNrSFd3u-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yC7S4LllPVg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RzNrSFd3u-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yC7S4LllPVg/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130562358954408930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.makemylogobiggercream.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll enjoy this "mock-u-mercial", especially if you're a designer. I'm currently working on a project with an architecture firm and apparently they believe they are the top dogs of design and graphic designers are at the very bottom of the totem poll. So the architecture we are working with to create an email blast is very specific and if i do say so myself, his suggestions are...ahem, just watch the video. The florescent spray reminded me of the email he wanted me to initially create. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another great one for all you design gangstas out thur. Respek!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbF-SiCktCg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-2152471122812600013?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/2152471122812600013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=2152471122812600013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2152471122812600013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2152471122812600013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/11/designer-talk.html' title='Designer Talk'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RzNrSFd3u-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yC7S4LllPVg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-5982493566366947503</id><published>2007-09-02T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:37:49.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Rtse0K_g-9I/AAAAAAAAACg/9L7ocERTCTw/s1600-h/IMG_0341_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Rtse0K_g-9I/AAAAAAAAACg/9L7ocERTCTw/s320/IMG_0341_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105708484207377362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Beryl and Uncle Victor are visiting with their little baby Maren. She's so darn cute! Possibly the cutest babies ever! I was so tired from just watching her crawl all over the house yesterday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-5982493566366947503?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/5982493566366947503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=5982493566366947503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/5982493566366947503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/5982493566366947503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/09/cute-baby.html' title='Cute Baby'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Rtse0K_g-9I/AAAAAAAAACg/9L7ocERTCTw/s72-c/IMG_0341_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-4749964666741772620</id><published>2007-08-01T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:48:03.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLkfdxZCZ9w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLkfdxZCZ9w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dance that has sent chills down my spine. I love it, it's emotional and deep. And beautifully danced. The only awkward thing about it is that the music cuts short in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-4749964666741772620?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/4749964666741772620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=4749964666741772620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4749964666741772620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4749964666741772620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-favorite.html' title='Another Favorite'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-6038189206849520051</id><published>2007-07-23T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:20:33.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Y</title><content type='html'>Here's a great article I got from a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Gen Y Wants from Work&lt;br /&gt;(from Ryan Healy's web worker daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Generation Y or the Millennials leave their dorms behind and enter the real world, we are encountering a corporate world that is, for the most part, still stuck in its outdated ways. By the time my generation is given the reins, work will barely resemble today’s office environment. It’s not because we are special or better than any other generation. It’s because we are entering the work force at the time that the web is revolutionizing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Gen Y want from work? The same things many web workers look for: the ability to work wherever they like, an identity that isn’t defined by a particular profession, and flexible ways of experimenting with entrepreneurship even while benefiting from traditional employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increased trust between employer and employee. Most people I know, myself included, truly believe they are more productive and happier when working from somewhere other than the standard workplace environment. Whether it’s home, Starbucks, Barnes and Noble, or the beach, as most of you know, there is something refreshing and relaxing about not being stuck in an office. Cubicle farms are a thing of the past, nobody likes them and thanks to new technologies the majority of companies don’t even need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These remote working arrangements will completely depend on trust between employer and employee. If I cannot be trusted to get things done without supervision, I do not deserve to have a job, and I will not have a job. Isn’t this what college is for though? We prove our ability to succeed on our own and it is reflected in our GPAs and non school activities. With the increased use of virtual offices, there is no need to be micromanaged at work any longer. Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs no longer define who we are. “What do you do?” is often the first question people pose to one another during an introduction. Lately, I have had a hard time coming up with a straight answer to this question. I have my “real” career, but I spend a heck of a lot of time writing, networking and creating new plans for the future of my blog, Employee Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tell people I am a consultant, writer and aspiring entrepreneur. I consider myself all of these things. If I am comfortable enough to tell people this, then it must be true. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can be whatever they want thanks to the power of the web. Creating a business, website or blog is so simple that we can all play multiple roles. As Gen Y continues to enter the workforce, our day jobs will no longer define who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship in the workplace. I don’t need a business plan and I don’t need millions or even hundreds of thousands to ditch the boring paychecks. I can even continue collecting a paycheck and make some extra money on the side. My very unscientific estimate of young people I know who plan to start a business at some point is eight out of ten. It’s no longer a risky dream. Starting a business is a reasonably cheap and attainable reality. The days of keeping top employees around with a 5% raise or a promotion to the corner office are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep young workers around companies will have to compete with young people’s motivation and impatience. In other words, companies must feed our urge to jump ship and start a business, by giving us the opportunity to come up with an idea and have free rein over development, implementation and follow through. Logic tells us that companies should not “train” young employees to be entrepreneurs for fear of losing them. However, I can guarantee that retention rates will increase as employees no longer feel the need to leave a company that provides them with intrapreneurial opportunities. This is quite ironic when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a handful of the hundreds of differences between today’s work environment and the old days of 9 to 5 in a cube. As Gen Y continues to learn, grow and mature into executives and VPs I hope that we embrace the evolution and revolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-6038189206849520051?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/6038189206849520051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=6038189206849520051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/6038189206849520051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/6038189206849520051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/07/gen-y.html' title='Gen Y'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-8452928026046173906</id><published>2007-07-20T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:44:14.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Last night Hok got voted out of "So you think you can dance".  booooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-8452928026046173906?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/8452928026046173906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=8452928026046173906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8452928026046173906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8452928026046173906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/07/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-362699769085008508</id><published>2007-07-16T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:04:53.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wz_jEQPY2U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wz_jEQPY2U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is kinda ultra nerdy, but I'm a fan of the tv show "So you think you can dance".  I find it way better than "Dancing with the stars" because these people can actually dance!  Not only that but they are crazy amazing at it!  I love watching them every week, I'm rooting for Hok.  He's got some crazy talent.  This dance still gives me the chills every time I watch it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Hok's audition...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkD7HdO7qn0&amp;mode=related&amp;search=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-362699769085008508?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/362699769085008508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=362699769085008508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/362699769085008508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/362699769085008508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance?'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-8429275481104690098</id><published>2007-07-16T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:48:03.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So When You Thought It Couldn't Get Any Better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RpwtviZml0I/AAAAAAAAABg/0YR6Kbm8F6A/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RpwtviZml0I/AAAAAAAAABg/0YR6Kbm8F6A/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087991973733111618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, they've done it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0mnrFqvKT0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-8429275481104690098?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/8429275481104690098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=8429275481104690098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8429275481104690098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/8429275481104690098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-when-you-thought-it-couldnt-get-any.html' title='So When You Thought It Couldn&apos;t Get Any Better...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RpwtviZml0I/AAAAAAAAABg/0YR6Kbm8F6A/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-2103803892910684737</id><published>2007-07-08T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:22:52.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi Cam</title><content type='html'>I'm finally going to retire my old school film camera and look into getting a new sleek digital camera in the very near future... Do you guys and gals have any suggestions as to what i should get or what I should be looking for as far as features and quality?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-2103803892910684737?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/2103803892910684737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=2103803892910684737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2103803892910684737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/2103803892910684737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/07/digi-cam.html' title='Digi Cam'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-4315757919132222692</id><published>2007-06-01T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:13:15.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of You</title><content type='html'>Have you had a strange dream about someone and then after you wake you're disturbed by it?  You run around all day wondering, "what did it mean?", and all you can think about is the way you felt in your dream. Even though it never really happened and only occurred in your subconscious you can't help but feel awkward about it all.  You'll never look at that person the same again. You may see this person and in the back of your mind be thinking of the dream you had of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this feeling will go away, but sometimes it will stick with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-4315757919132222692?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/4315757919132222692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=4315757919132222692&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4315757919132222692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4315757919132222692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreaming-of-you.html' title='Dreaming of You'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-1788077263687028575</id><published>2007-05-10T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:15:41.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Bumper Sticker</title><content type='html'>I was wondering if anyone knows what a MW bumper sticker means or what it's from. I've been seeing it on a bunch of cars and it's always placed on the left side of the license plate.  Not on the bumper but next to the license plate on the trunk.  I wonder why it's always placed there, is there a reason or a mere coincidence? It seems too odd to a coincidence. I feel like it's some sort of cult or a secret that everyone knows about but me! It's driving me nuts, I'm almost tempted to roll down my window and ask the person who has it. This bumper stick is black and white/silver.  It's a white/silver MW in black circle with a white/silver inner circle stroke. If anyone knows, please help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-1788077263687028575?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/1788077263687028575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=1788077263687028575&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1788077263687028575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/1788077263687028575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/05/mysterious-bumper-sticker.html' title='Mysterious Bumper Sticker'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-9210117852747973987</id><published>2007-05-07T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:08:56.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right &amp; Left</title><content type='html'>I do not know my left from my right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am getting fat according to my family. perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-9210117852747973987?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/9210117852747973987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=9210117852747973987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/9210117852747973987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/9210117852747973987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/05/right-left.html' title='Right &amp; Left'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-4010158946885894360</id><published>2007-04-25T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:53:38.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Dark</title><content type='html'>One of the most annoying things and possibly my biggest pet peeve is not knowing where I stand in a situation.  It's the worst when you are told by someone that they will get back to you, call you or let you know, but they never do or they just keep stringing you along like a dumb fool who doesn't know what's really coming to them. I feel like I'm stumbling around in the dark when all I really need to do is just flip the switch and turn the light on.  But the pressures and intimidation of the situation keeps me from asking the questions I need to be asking.  Instead I give them the benefit of the doubt and trust their word that they will get back to me. I am left forever waiting in the dark until finally I realize that they will never get back to me and the whole situation is just hopeless. I realize that all that time I've been sitting in the dark, waiting, hoping for them to come and  back and turn the light on was a joke on my part; I need to stop waiting and turn the light on myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time something like this happens I am reminded that sitting and waiting is not an option. I have to pick myself up and either confront the situation or drop it altogether. I can't rely on someone else to come through on their word, therefore I can only rely on myself. It's quite sad to think that someone's word no longer means anything to me anymore. I trust people more with their actions than I do with their words. If you give me your word, I'll take it, but I'll remain skeptical till you follow through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-4010158946885894360?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/4010158946885894360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=4010158946885894360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4010158946885894360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4010158946885894360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/04/where-i-stand.html' title='In the Dark'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-52699270874963785</id><published>2007-04-15T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:26:39.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Love Blind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RiHf6PXBkDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j2Xu8DugIm8/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RiHf6PXBkDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j2Xu8DugIm8/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053566448534917170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-moments before they saw each for the first time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently The Mix FM 101.9 here in Chicago decided to find out if Love is Blind.  To test this out they performed a social experiment with a woman (Laura) and a man (Ted).  The woman was chosen from 4 other women, each were questioned and listeners texted in their votes with who they liked the best.  After the woman was chosen it was then time to find the man of her dreams.  Men who were looking for true love called in, 5 were chosen.  From the 5 men she questioned each about their morals, lifestyles, etc.  Then she chose one man, Ted. They then had scheduled phone calls through the radio station to talk to each other on air, this went on for 2 weeks, they talked only 10 times over the phone to be exact.  What happens after 2 weeks you ask?  Well, they're supposed to get married of course!  Well, it didn't really happen like it was hyped up to be. Like me you're probably thinking how could two people fall in love and get married by just talking to each other for 2 weeks?  Remember neither of them have actually met each other face to face.  The first day that they do see each other is on their wedding day! yikes!  Well as that day came, dressed up in their tuxedos and wedding gear, Ted and Laura finally see each other face to face at the alter.  They reveal to everyone that they are not yet "in love" but "in like" and would like to keep dating and know each other more before they get married.  This comes to no surprise to me, and I'm sure to a lot of the other listeners.  2 weeks is just too little time to get to know someone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio station claimed that they could have stayed with the couple and let them continue conversing for longer but at some point it needed to have a conclusion.  So two weeks was their end point.  They provided the means for a wedding to take place only if the couple wanted to get married.  In other words, it was there for them if they were ready.  But nothing was forced upon them and they were free to make their decision on that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me,I'm just glad they didn't get married.  Call me a pessimist or whatever, but I believe love is something that takes time.  Blind love...it's a nice thought but I think physical attractiveness to the other sex is necessary.  Yes, you can find someone more attractive through their personality.  But if you're not physically attracted to someone and but they have a great personality...come on, let's be real, they're never gonna be more than just a friend. Call me shallow if you wish, but it's true.  Being in love is the whole package, you gotta love the person inside and out, completely and totally, with everything you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-52699270874963785?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/52699270874963785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=52699270874963785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/52699270874963785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/52699270874963785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-love-blind.html' title='Is Love Blind?'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RiHf6PXBkDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j2Xu8DugIm8/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-3068849228090961732</id><published>2007-03-15T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:32:30.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>AHHHHH!!!! Today is just one of those days...you know, the day that NOTHING feels right. Everything is going wrong, and you just feel like you have no confidence whatsoever!  You feel like everyone is just laughing at you and you wonder why they even bother.  God!  All I want to do is just scream my eyes out today.  I have for a bit but stopped in fear that my neighbors might think I'm insane or being murdered.  ARGH!!!  I hate this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could get drunk, I would today...not even a couple of sodas will cheer me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-3068849228090961732?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/3068849228090961732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=3068849228090961732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/3068849228090961732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/3068849228090961732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh!!!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-122712940094097947</id><published>2007-03-11T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:00:21.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Rf7boj5k4uI/AAAAAAAAABE/H1UUEZEx6V0/s1600-h/n8603544_33176033_5107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Rf7boj5k4uI/AAAAAAAAABE/H1UUEZEx6V0/s320/n8603544_33176033_5107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043710122579518178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it sad when your best friend in 2nd grade now no longer wants to be your friend after so many years.  Let me give an example, I was best friends with this girl from 5th grade to 6th grade.  We were inseparable, we did everything together, and we went over to each other's houses to play.  We told each other all of our secrets and we understood each other.  We had our inside jokes and we knew each other's crushes in class. But when I approached her recently to make an effort to catch up she sort of blew me off. But surprisingly another best friend I had when I was in kindergarden approached me and we caught up!  I'm not saying that some alcoholic beverage didn't help her talk to me but it was nice to know that she remembered me and the times we used to hang out. I guess realistically thinking about it. Too much time has passed, you've both done a lot of growing and you are no longer the same person as you were before.  You're both practically...strangers to one another.  But perhaps it's the innocence in me that believes that there is some part of them that does remember what they were once like and the childhood memories we shared.  And if we really wanted to we could be best friends again, just pick up where we left off in 2nd grade.  But what most likely happens is that the other person is not interested and will not want to make an effort to get to know you again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they did not wrong you or you did not wrong them in any way, I don't see why there shouldn't be a reunion.  However, if something did go down between you two than that would be totally understandable.  I mean you guys used to be BFFs(BEST FRIENDS FOREVER), and now we are strangers.  Maybe I'm naive to think you could see someone you haven't seen in 10 years and expect to sit down and catch up on the 10 years you missed out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the year of the pig and pig people like to keep lifelong friends.  So it saddens me to see a friend I used to know so well pretend we no longer know each other anymore.  As long as there are no wrong doings toward each other I don't understand why we couldn't be friends again.  But if they don't want to be your friend again then maybe you shouldn't want to be their friend either.  It's a sad realization but at some point you have to just accept it and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-122712940094097947?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/122712940094097947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=122712940094097947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/122712940094097947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/122712940094097947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/03/losing-touch.html' title='Losing Touch'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/Rf7boj5k4uI/AAAAAAAAABE/H1UUEZEx6V0/s72-c/n8603544_33176033_5107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-4738487541336565533</id><published>2007-03-02T02:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T03:03:13.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away</title><content type='html'>I would like to move far far away from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-4738487541336565533?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/4738487541336565533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=4738487541336565533&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4738487541336565533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/4738487541336565533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/03/far-away.html' title='Far Away'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-5266096214903985722</id><published>2007-02-19T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:26:25.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink! Oink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RdlAIVKsjSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NtrUvYVah_E/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RdlAIVKsjSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NtrUvYVah_E/s320/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033124570428378402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! This is the year of the pig and as some of you may know it's my year!  I think it's a good thing but I have read that it can also be a bad year too if it's your year. But I hope it's mostly good, cause I think I could use it.  Lately, I've been getting a lot of signs that tell me I'm gonna be lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my mom on the phone the other day, telling her about how I have this annoying twitch on my left eye that usually only happens very rarely.  However, this twitching has been going on all week and still is!  I know this happens to my mom and sister sometimes so I was hoping maybe they would be able to give me a remedy or some solution.  But all I got was, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said it's in your left eye?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes mom, my left eye." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well, that's a lucky sign!  If it's in your right eye it's bad but the left eye twitch is lucky!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha  Well, let's hope she's right!  Maybe this will mean I'll find a job soon???!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-5266096214903985722?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/5266096214903985722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=5266096214903985722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/5266096214903985722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/5266096214903985722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/02/oink-oink.html' title='Oink! Oink!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RdlAIVKsjSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NtrUvYVah_E/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-7505856111175065738</id><published>2007-01-27T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:01:49.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RbwoyCLX3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2lkevVBk2q0/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RbwoyCLX3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2lkevVBk2q0/s320/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024936124281773218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, college is officially over and I'm in the market for a job.  Which really means that I've been a giant bum lately.  With no job, no cell phone, all my friends in madison...I'm pretty much stuck at home all day on the couch in pjs, surfin the web for jobs, and waiting for phone calls.  Not being in school and having things to do can really get you in the habit to be really lazy.  Which of course is not a good thing.  Every day that passes by I feel like I'm wasting the day and not getting anything accomplished.  But I suppose that's just what job hunting is all about, being and enjoying the bum lifestyle while it lasts.  Hopefully for me this won't last too much longer, or I could be in trouble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I shamelessly plug myself: If anyone has any connections for me in the graphic design world I would greatly appreciate some help!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Laura was my first visitor!  yippeee!  :D  I'm still waiting for you other madison peeps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-7505856111175065738?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/7505856111175065738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=7505856111175065738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7505856111175065738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/7505856111175065738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2007/01/hunt-begins.html' title='The Hunt Begins...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3ryIFWFMPVQ/RbwoyCLX3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2lkevVBk2q0/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-116552045984457321</id><published>2006-12-07T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:47:42.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Near the End, Nearer to a New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6456/1579/1600/9069/DSC03650_2.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6456/1579/320/349436/DSC03650_2.sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks of school left of my undergraduate career!  I can't believe it!  I don't think it's really sunk in quite yet and it probably won't till I get myself a job.  It's quite exciting but sad at the same time; bittersweet if you will.  I'm hopeful for a new beginning and great things (independence for one), but I'll be leaving my old friends behind to make more friends.  While I will miss my friends dearly I know they will also one day have to leave for greater and  better things too.  For now, it's my time to do just that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, four days before I am 23; hopeful, scared, unexperienced, fresh, and willing to learn new things.  I'm almost there, 23, my ideal age.  I hope it lives up to everything I hoped for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new chapter of my life is beginning...(deep breath)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-116552045984457321?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/116552045984457321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=116552045984457321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/116552045984457321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/116552045984457321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/12/near-end-nearer-to-new-beginning.html' title='Near the End, Nearer to a New Beginning'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-116461220321417399</id><published>2006-11-27T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:23:23.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6456/1579/1600/593053/ooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6456/1579/200/391806/ooh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have grown up in a Chinese family you understand how it is growing up not being able to date or talk to the other sex without knowing that if you got caught talking to them that you would have a lot of explaining to do later.  Ever since I can remember my mom told my sister and I "No dating till after you graduate from college and you have a good job and you can support yourself!"  We would ask why and she would always say because we should focus on our studies and boys are a waste of time.  Which maybe isn't far from the truth! haha.  But even having guy friends causes problems with my mother.  We constantly have to convince her that a friend is just a friend and nothing more, we can only talk but if anything more happens it's just not acceptable; going to a movie or grabbing lunch with a guy friend is questionable to my mother.  But once you reach that point in your life that you have been out of school for a while parents and grandparents are all of sudden on your back questioning why you aren't married yet and with kids!  The switch is so extreme it's absolutely ridiculous!  They expect us to grow up not talking to boys or have anything to do with them to why aren't you married yet?  If we actually listened to our parents and never talked to the opposite sex we would never be socially capable to interact with the other sex to date let alone to get married!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last night I was finally given the permission from my mother to date!  ha! I was telling her how grandma was already telling me earlier that day that I was graduating soon and how I should probably have a boyfriend now.  My mom says under breath, "I don't care, you can have a boyfriend if you want to."  Wow, I didn't think I'd ever hear those words come out of her mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-116461220321417399?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/116461220321417399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=116461220321417399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/116461220321417399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/116461220321417399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-this.html' title='What&apos;s this?!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-116323008714950536</id><published>2006-11-11T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:29:55.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevators are Awkward</title><content type='html'>I've said it once and I'll say it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/elevator1diffusemoregraincropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/elevator1diffusemoregraincropped.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/16596479-116323008714950536?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/116323008714950536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=116323008714950536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/116323008714950536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/116323008714950536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/11/elevators-are-awkward.html' title='Elevators are Awkward'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-115809003237092390</id><published>2006-09-12T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:49:55.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/100_1042.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/100_1042.sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall semester has started.  If all goes as planned, this will be the last semester of my undergraduate college career.  Yikes.  It sounds so final, and too soon.  But all things must come to an end at some point.  I better make sure to make this last semester a memorable fun one!  Because after this year, it down to serious business...or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-115809003237092390?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/115809003237092390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=115809003237092390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115809003237092390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115809003237092390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-115637844714615269</id><published>2006-08-23T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:14:07.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>So I finally moved into my new apt. and things are pretty decent.  Besides the fact that the place smells like paint, the hallway smells like ass crack and armpit and it's smaller than the old apt. things are fine so far.  We do live right by the new apartment complex filled with rich kids.  They like to stay up late and drink on their balconies while yelling at pedestrians passing by.  Not so great when you are trying to sleep at 2am and they are dropping glass bottles from their balconies...damn those rich kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, since when did they start putting "Did you know?" factoids on sweet &amp; sour packets?  I sorta feel that the two are completely unrelated, but maybe it's not? Are we all getting dumb these days that food companies feel like it is their job to educate the general public?  Or is it that we are all so hungry for knowlege that the best way of feeding it to us is literally putting it on our food???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-115637844714615269?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/115637844714615269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=115637844714615269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115637844714615269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115637844714615269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/08/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-115497873006186307</id><published>2006-08-07T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:14:33.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mousie Mousie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/mouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat and I finally found a place to live!  phew.  Well we still need to turn in the lease and our deposit but when that is over it is settled.  I already looked at the place and our room looks like a bigger version of a dorm room.  My new bedroom will be half the size of the one I have now and I'm just hoping my stuff will fit in there.  It's like living in a box, not many windows and stuffy.  But it's not all that bad, but then again I did only see the model.  Not the actual room I'll be living in. I was telling my mom about the place and expressed concern about how it seemed almost too good to be true.  It is cheap and in the campus area and they offer semester leases!  Since I have only seen the model I wonder if there will be rats in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's response to this was to tell me about how we have rats in our house now and in the old house we had rats too.  Mice maybe, not rats...She then proceeded to tell me about one time my dad set out mouse traps around the house and he caught one but it was still alive and when he went to retrieve it, it got away.  But from then on there were no more mice in our house.  This is her reasoning why there were no more mice in our house anymore: "You know why there were no more mice in the house???!!!  That's because the mouse that got away went to all the other mouses and told them, "DON'T GO IN THAT HOUSE!  IT'S DANGEROUS!!!!", yeah that's what the mouse did, it may sound crazy but I believe this!  Rats are like humans, they're smart!"  haha  It's too funny, I couldn't stop laughing on the other line, just the way she said it was classic too!  But who knows maybe that's what really happened!  :)  If you would like to hear a reenactment of it, call me! heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-115497873006186307?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/115497873006186307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=115497873006186307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115497873006186307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115497873006186307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/08/mousie-mousie.html' title='Mousie Mousie'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-115450009694357636</id><published>2006-08-02T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:28:16.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look For Me In The Next Upcoming Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/MyPicture_7.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/MyPicture_7.sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/MyPicture_5_1_1.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/MyPicture_5_1_1.sized.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/16596479-115450009694357636?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/115450009694357636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=115450009694357636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115450009694357636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115450009694357636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-for-me-in-next-upcoming-comics.html' title='Look For Me In The Next Upcoming Comics'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-115438263704230871</id><published>2006-07-31T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:50:52.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Just Me Or Does It Seem Obvious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/lake.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/lake.sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at the terrace with a friend dipping our feet in the lake when a guy stands next to us and asks, "So, is this a lake or a river?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if anyone has ever seen Lake Mendota, you can clearly see there is land all around the Lake.  But maybe it's not as obvious as I think it is?  Is this guy for real? Or is this his idea of a pick up line?  ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-115438263704230871?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/115438263704230871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=115438263704230871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115438263704230871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115438263704230871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-just-me-or-does-it-seem-obvious.html' title='Is It Just Me Or Does It Seem Obvious?'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-115424205971760665</id><published>2006-07-30T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:20:18.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Go- "A Million Ways"</title><content type='html'>I enjoy this video and I hope you do as well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkCfh7ayDms&amp;search=Ok%20Go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-115424205971760665?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/115424205971760665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=115424205971760665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115424205971760665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115424205971760665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-go-million-ways.html' title='Ok Go- &quot;A Million Ways&quot;'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-115156739383026409</id><published>2006-06-29T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T05:01:15.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/oldschoolpics.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/oldschoolpics.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look back at old baby pictures and then see pictures of me today, I get a weird feeling.  It's more of a "WHOA!!!  How did I get here??  How did this happen???!! How did this girl (younger) become THIS girl (older)???!!"  I feel sorta old and then it makes me wonder what I will look like in the future.  I long for the good ol' days sometime and wish for my young innocence back and then I see where I am today and wonder how in the world did I ever get here and have done things I have done.  It's a really humbling experience really.  I see myself as a child and I can still remember what went through my mind when I was that young and how shy I used to be, I still am but to a lesser degree.  When I was little I always dreamed that my adulthood (20's mostly) would be the best years ever.  I would be outgoing and happy with life, even though I am not the most outgoing person I know, I believe I've improved a great deal since grade school and I may not be insanely happy now, but I'm content now and hopefull that one day I'll be happy happy happy.   Looking back on it, I'm proud that I have done some the things I done and known some of the people I've known.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years pass I have really taken great appreciation for my friends.  They are really the best people I know and I love them dearly.  I often wonder how did I become so lucky to know them and what makes me so special to be in their lives?  Do they appreciate me as much as I appreciate them?  But I try not to worry about that too much, as long as they talk to me and seem friendly to me, that is enough.  I'm lucky in many ways and I'm glad that I am where I am today.  Yes, there could be improvement but I am content for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-115156739383026409?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/115156739383026409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=115156739383026409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115156739383026409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115156739383026409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/06/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-115043406786472769</id><published>2006-06-15T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:01:07.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC04000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC04000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC04007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC04007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC04068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC04068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC04073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC04073.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC03968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC03968.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC03946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC03946.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC03958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC03958.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC03941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC03941.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC03992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC03992.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow parade has made it to Madison!!!  When I first saw these in Chicago I thought they were ugly and stupid but now that they are in here in Madison I think they're neat!  It gives people something fun to do while they take walks.  People around the city have been taking their turns getting their pictures taken with the cows.  One man even asked to have his picture taken with a cow on my camera.  heehee  There are 101 cows in Madison but not all of them are in the downtown area.  These cows will be auctioned off and the money goes to non-profit organizations and charity.  More pictures can be found at: www.sarahleemyphotoalbum.com.  And more pictures still need to be taken!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-115043406786472769?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/115043406786472769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=115043406786472769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115043406786472769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/115043406786472769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/06/moooooooo.html' title='Moooooooo'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114767014504706058</id><published>2006-05-15T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:21:09.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/haircut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/haircut.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No folks, this is not a wig.  I got a haircut!  I haven't had my  hair this short since grade school!!  Craziness!  Well some people think I look like an old woman with this haircut...do I really? One friend went as far as saying that I look like his mother and his mom has the same hairstyle! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114767014504706058?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114767014504706058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114767014504706058&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114767014504706058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114767014504706058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/05/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114763456400428512</id><published>2006-05-14T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:24:00.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Wig Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02844.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02863.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02858.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02797.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02811.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02819.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02826.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02815.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had another great wig/dress wacky/dress up party! This time it was with different people and since weather outside sucked not as many showed up as wanted but it was still great times at our house.  :P  Thanks for all that did come though, you made it quite a memorable night!!!  haha  More pictures at:  www.sarahlee.myphotoalbum.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114763456400428512?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114763456400428512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114763456400428512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114763456400428512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114763456400428512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/05/return-of-wig-party.html' title='The Return of the Wig Party'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114683904167360939</id><published>2006-05-05T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:13:15.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/Picture%201-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/Picture%201-1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun digital collage I made!  Yup, that Valerie in the corner! :)  She looks like a little caterpillar.  cuuute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114683904167360939?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114683904167360939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114683904167360939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114683904167360939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114683904167360939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/05/lights.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114683888142579630</id><published>2006-05-05T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:09:37.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Printing Fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/Picture%202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/Picture%202-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost had a heart atack on Monday!  I had to get a poster I made printed for ePICS expo so we could present to everyone what we did for the semester in the class. I tried to get it printed on a Sunday but the first place I went to told me they stop printing at 4pm, then I went to College Library but they have special "printing people" that come at 4:30pm because the rest of the staff is too idiotic to work the machine.  gahh!  So I decided they were stupid and left the place thinking that I would skip class the next morning to get the poster printed off at the first place I went to.  I knew  it was risking it but I figured I'd be one of the first ones there.  But to my surprise there were 3 people in front of me that had 5 posters to print before it was my turn.  So I got there at 9am and they told me it would probably start printing at noon.  I was a nervous wreck during that whole time and couldn't really get anything done.  So noon came around and I walked up to the desk to see how the progress was coming and the guy sitting up there was like "oh, it didn't process through can you send it again?"  He didn't even tell me!!! If I wouldn't have gone up there my poster would have never gotten printed!!!!  argh!  So my turn got skipped for another kid's ePICS poster and his file was huge!  So the printer was only printing 2 centimeters/5seconds.  Well something like that.  It was ridiculous!  So after his was finished at 3:15pm!!!!!  (Note: the expo is in a hour and 15min!!!)  It was finally my turn.  And just my luck...my poster didn't want to print at all.  The printer didn't want to process it.  I dunno why and I don't know if it's my file or the printer.  But after many different tries and many different computers at 4:30 something finally printed off!  Except it was a lot smaller than it was supposed to be I was glad something came out at least to show off my hard work. So I made it late to the expo with the poster in hand my team surprisingly were very grateful to me.  I have to say I love my team! :D  But worst of all is that I spent all day trying to get that poster printed and at the end of all of this the instructor gets to take it and keep it for himself!!!  grrr...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least my experience maybe is better than what I heard from other ePICS groups.  Some of them spent 200 some dollars on printing their poster(s).  Absolutely ridiculous!  Since mine came out smaller than wanted it was only $10!!! haha  But only $24 if printed the right size.  Large difference in comparison!  Phew...now I can take a deep breath and be glad that ePICS is finally over!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114683888142579630?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114683888142579630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114683888142579630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114683888142579630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114683888142579630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/05/printing-fiasco.html' title='Printing Fiasco'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114593937188191813</id><published>2006-04-24T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:02:04.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02290.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02290.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02381.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02381.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02427.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02427.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02423.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02423.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02342.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02342.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02375.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02375.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02416.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02416.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC02426.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC02426.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's been nice to get away from school for a while but now i have a lot to catch up on!  The pictures are now up on my photo site, www.sarahlee.myphotoalbum.com.  Please go there to enjoy and reminisce  about the good ol' days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114593937188191813?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114593937188191813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114593937188191813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114593937188191813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114593937188191813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/04/chicago-weekend.html' title='Chicago Weekend'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114529385506454258</id><published>2006-04-17T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:10:55.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breaths</title><content type='html'>Do you ever spot someone you see but you pretend not to see them?  It's not even someone you dislike, it maybe someone you like but because it's "too far away" or you're just too plain darn lazy to get up and say "hi" to them you just let them pass by.  Or is it perhaps you have nothing to say them?  I never know if it's better to go out of my way to say "hi" or to just let it pass by.  I think I usually let it pass by...bad of me I think.  I find that lately I've been overly insecure of myself.  I never want to "bother" anyone, so therefore, when I may see them in the street I sometimes don't say anything to them  because I'm afraid they don't want to spend the time to talk to me or they don't want to talk to me.  I'm afraid that I'll be "that person" that everyone tries to avoid.  "Oh crap! She saw me and now I'll have to make small talk!"  Either that or they're just too busy to talk to me and I don't want to waste their time.  I know I probably sound crazy and totally insecure...but hey I can't help it.  I can't assume that everyone likes me and wants to take the time to make small talk with me...or can I?  After all nobdoy doesn't like sara(h) lee!  ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I can't wait till the semester is over!  I have no motivation this semester whatsoever!!!  I dunno exactly what is wrong with me...I think it might be the senioritis kicking in!  ack! It sucks.  I definitely need a break and someone to kick me in the butt and give me some inspiration.  I do have one more semester to go yet...  And to top it off, this day isn't starting off so great.  Take a deep breath Sarah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114529385506454258?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114529385506454258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114529385506454258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114529385506454258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114529385506454258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/04/deep-breaths.html' title='Deep Breaths'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114444229640928956</id><published>2006-04-07T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:12:41.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevators</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/southparktnmt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/southparktnmt.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very funny to me when you get on a elevator with random strangers on it, usually neither of you say anything to each other or look at anything but the floor, wall, or ceiling.  It's a short, awkward, polite silence that makes me giggle inside sometimes.  teeheehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes another thing, I LOVE NICE PEOPLE!!!!  COOL PEOPLE ROCK!!!!!  YAY FOR AWESOME PEOPLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114444229640928956?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114444229640928956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114444229640928956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114444229640928956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114444229640928956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/04/elevators.html' title='Elevators'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114437412480146176</id><published>2006-04-06T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:44:00.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder to Self...</title><content type='html'>Mountain Dew gets me drunk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114437412480146176?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114437412480146176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114437412480146176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114437412480146176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114437412480146176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/04/reminder-to-self.html' title='Reminder to Self...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114378772804739449</id><published>2006-03-30T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:48:48.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Memorable Years</title><content type='html'>So I'm one of the many that are horrible at keeping in touch with their friends.  But if someone does try to keep in touch with me I will usually send back a message or a phone call.  It's just hard during college when everyone is so busy I don't want to bother anyone and half the time I don't really know if they care about my uncontrollable ramblings.  So I'm usually on a don't tell till they ask sort of basis.  Don't get me wrong I love and cheerish my friends dearly it's just that we're all so busy that I don't want to impose any one.  However, from time to time I do try to send out a quick message to a friend I haven't spoken to in a long time just to check in and see how they're doing.  I do have to admit that online networking sites such as facebook.com and myspace.com has actually helped in this area.  I have now been able to keep in touch with more friends and family easier than I have before by sending out casual messages back and forth.  Not only that, but I have been able to look at their pictures and see what they've been up to, and that's the most fun part.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some of the best friends through my elementary-middle school years.  I went to a small Catholic school so everyone in the class knew each other all pretty well.  In 8th grade we were dubbed "The 12 apostles" to Sr. Lois our religion teacher.  A few of us also knew each other since kindergarden.  Imagine knowing someone for 9 years and then never talking to them again.  It's such a weird/sad thing.  I really grew close these people and right when I was really feeling comfortable with everyone we all had to split up and go our seperate ways to high school.  I'm not sure what about grade school I liked so much, but perhaps it was the innocence we all shared... There have been many times when I think back about my grade school days and wonder how everyone is doing and I long to see them and talk to them again.  Everything I remember of them is when they were 13 or younger.  So when and if I ever see these people again that is all I know of them and I expect them to be that same person.  But the truth is that they won't be, they'll be different and grown up and even completely unrecognizable in person.  I have some fond memories of my childhood and the friends I had back in the day.  And if I could have a class reunion with them I would.  Screw high school, I'm not attending that one, I did make a few friends in high school but my friends in grade school were the bomb.  But then again...maybe I don't want to see these old friends again...maybe it'll ruin my expectations of them?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest thing is when you lose touch with someone that was once close to you and you see a picture of them years later and you can't even recognize them anymore.  A few months ago I went back home and met up with some friends and bumped into an old friend of mine back in first grade!  We didn't even recognize each other at all.  But we had a mutual friend and she was standing there like "You guys know each other, you went school together!" and we both look at each other thinking "what? she's crazy! I don't know her!", but then she said our names "Lindsay, Sarah Lee..."  Then we were like "NOOOO WAYY!!!"  We were quite shocked but after a while of looking at each other I was able to recognize her with her cute dimples that she still retained.  :)  It was quite amazing but at the same time it was really sad because even though we now knew each other were we did not talk to each other much that night.  It's not like you can pick up where you left off when you were in first grade and be best friends again...things are different, so much has changed!  It's so sad, and as much as I feel like I'm still that same girl as I was in first grade, I wouldn't try to be her best friend again because she has probably changed a lot.  But really who knows, until you try and talk again?  The reason why I bring this is up is because I just found out yesterday that one of my best friends in grade school Amanda Gay, has just passed away on Monday due to a car accident.  As I was looking the information of the accident up I saw a high school senior picture of her and she did not look at all like I remembered her.  If I passed her on the street I would not have recognized her at all...that's very sad to me.   I lost touch with her pretty much after 8th grade but have always thought about her and even when I had dreams of grade school friends she was always in them.  I used to go over to her house and get rides from her and her parents to school events, I even got to visit the barn her horse was kept and got to see her ride her horse!  She was always a fun loving friend and super goofy and always made the class laugh!  She was a great person and will definitely be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114378772804739449?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114378772804739449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114378772804739449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114378772804739449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114378772804739449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-most-memorable-years.html' title='My Most Memorable Years'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114332760840229242</id><published>2006-03-25T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:26:11.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01066_JPG.sized.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01066_JPG.sized.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now finally come to the point in my life where if I do not feel comfortable with a group of people or person, I make it a point not to go out with them.  Why try to force yourself to hang out with them when you have nothing in common?  You will just end up with awkward silence and gazing around the room and trying to think of something stupid and mundane to talk about!  What's the point of that?  I'd rather spend my time with people I know I am comfortable with or by myself where I do not need to feel awkward and wonder why the hell I decided to hang out with these people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person may be super nice and cool but for some reason there is a personality clash that stops you and this other person to really connect.  I'm not sure how it all works, it's a wonder to me why I don't feel comfortable with a certain person.  I may like them a lot and really want to be friends with them but there's just something there that doesn't allow me to be their friend.  I become their acquiantance but nothing more.  We make small talk but it never goes any further than that.  Sometimes I feel like it's probably because I'm in some way intimidated by them and I don't want to look stupid in front of them so I hold myself back from my idiot personality.  But sometimes you just don't have ANYTHING  in common.  It's sooo weird how you can have conversation after conversation with someone and feel completely comfortable with them.  But once you sit down and try to hold a conversation with someone else, you got nothing!  You can't think of anything to talk about!!!!  You sit there staring at the wall and then decide to bring up how nice they're coat is or something lame like that.  Then proceed to talk about mundane things that you don't really actually care about, like where they got that coat and how much it costed.  After that another awkward silence follows..."now what?" is what you're thinking and wondering when you can go home or hoping for someone to come by to save you from this dreadful conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably now sound like a little snob that sits at home and only associates with her clique of friends.  I do try to meet new people, but it's not as easy at it sounds.  I'm shy, I'm an introvert, a wallflower at parties.  I don't talk to people unless they talk to me.  My friends think that I'm really good with small talk and can talk to anyone and even fake like i'm interested (I'm not always faking).  Even if I don't hang out with someone doesn't mean that I hate them, it's just that I can't be anymore than just an aquiantance with them.  So pretty much what I'm trying to say is that I'm sick of being fake and rather just avoid you! haha  Well, how about I just save everyone the awkwardness and just go our separate ways?  It's really a waste of time.  Small talk can only go so far until you run out of dumb things to talk about.  I say, if you already know you can't be any more than acquiantances with someone, don't let the small talk go longer than it has to.  Go out and meet other people and make small talk and see if it goes further than that, don't waste time on awkward silences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114332760840229242?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114332760840229242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114332760840229242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114332760840229242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114332760840229242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/03/losing-patience.html' title='Losing Patience'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114287702629374028</id><published>2006-03-20T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:50:26.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Booooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/threecolors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/threecolors.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, spring break has come and gone.  And I didn't go anywhere exciting or do anything that extrodinary.  :(  Well...not including the Pamela Anderson, Tommy Lee porn and Paris Hilton video I saw...(god, don't ask me why and how it all came about, all I have to say about it is that I had some crazy/nightmares that night!)  When I start working and making the bucks I better travel a lot to make up for this!  I did go to Chicago for one day and went through the whole Art Institute building.  It was great but my feet were aching after going through the whole thing.  Then this past weekend my cousin from Chicago and her boyfriend came to visit me in Madison.  I'm so glad she came because I've been begging her to come out and visit me at college.  Believe it or not, she is 23 and this was the farthest she's been without her parents!  :)  YAY! Break was relaxing and I didn't do anything productive (I did have work).  Today I'm sad that we are back to classes and wished that break lasted longer.  ho hum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only exciting thing that I did discover over break was that the new iphoto version has a great color filter tool.  So I've been taking pictures and digging back to old photos and putting color filters on all of them!!!  Sooo much fun, ok I realize I am a dork! I showed this to my roommate and she thought I was a total nerd ( I was called a nerd 2 times this week!). haha  And to think that I almost bought a one time use camera at a store that had a one color filter!  Screw that when you can do it easily on iphoto digitally.  I know you can do this in photoshop too but it's so much easier this way!  YAY for color filters! :)  So needless to say, this has been keeping me busy the past two nights! I must get an ilife upgrade on my computer somehow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114287702629374028?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114287702629374028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114287702629374028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114287702629374028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114287702629374028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/03/booooo.html' title='Booooo!!!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114167196103990580</id><published>2006-03-06T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:06:01.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Ad</title><content type='html'>Check this video out, I got a pretty good laugh at it! :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-890218145934088002&amp;q=berlitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114167196103990580?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114167196103990580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114167196103990580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114167196103990580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114167196103990580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-ad.html' title='Funny Ad'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-114081149665226769</id><published>2006-02-24T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:04:56.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01300.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01300.sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Chicago last weekend for my cousin Joanne's bridal shower.  It was fun but it was a long packed bus ride going to and coming back.  Not to mention the weather was super cold last weekend!  &lt;br /&gt;Well more pictures can be found at: www.sarahlee.myphotoalbum.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-114081149665226769?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/114081149665226769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=114081149665226769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114081149665226769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/114081149665226769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/02/bridal-shower.html' title='Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113885653523372500</id><published>2006-02-01T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:07:56.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom Objects &amp; Cycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an object in your way that you needed to walk around to get past?  You get so used to walking around this object that it becomes natural to you.  But once you move whatever it was that was in your way you're not used to it and everyday you keep walking around the object as if it was still there.  It's a silly phenomenon that happens to me, and sometmes I just laugh at  myself at how silly I probably look dodging around an object that doesn't exist in that spot anymore.  Other times when I catch myself doing it I make myself stand in and walk through the spot that it once stood, so that I can break the cycle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing about cycles...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you go through a cycle.  My morning cycles are all the same, get up, go to the bathroom, put my contacts on, brush my teeth, take a shower...etc.  But once I break a cycle and I do one thing before another and I don't think about it I sometimes catch myself repeating what I've already done.  Or sometimes I find myself in a cycle and without thinking pick up the wrong object and try to do something absurd with it.  An example of this would be, trying to wash my face with shampoo, put face wash in my hair, brush my teeth with face wash...luckily I caught myself before any of these things happened!!!  But when I do catch myself I take a moment to reflect how mindless cycles can get.  And I will sometimes try to do something different everyday or change up my cycles to keep me thinking and keep things interesting...well this is as interesting as my life gets (changing up the order I get ready in the morning, ooooooooh)!  haha  I heard something that you should try to change up your cycles so that your brain will think more and be more active.  I think that's supposed to be healthy...well either way, I'm sounding more like a loser everytime I blog!  I better stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113885653523372500?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113885653523372500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113885653523372500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113885653523372500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113885653523372500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/02/phantom-objects-cycles.html' title='Phantom Objects &amp; Cycles'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113852012941067663</id><published>2006-01-29T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:35:29.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is a Hot Boy When You Need One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01652.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr...it's FREEZING in our apartment!!!  The maintenance came in last week to change the thermostat so that we can no longer control it (we usually keep it up at 70-75 degrees, nice and toasty) but now they keep it at something like 65 degrees...it's too cold!!!!!!!!!!!!!  All I want to do is stay in bed under my covers, which leaves me at not being too productive...humpf!  Okie time to get into bed, I'm turning blue and stiff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113852012941067663?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113852012941067663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113852012941067663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113852012941067663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113852012941067663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-is-hot-boy-when-you-need-one.html' title='Where Is a Hot Boy When You Need One?'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113842806941002836</id><published>2006-01-27T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:01:09.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I want to go somewhere fun and preferably warm for spring break.  Through my college career I feel like I've missed out on going on vacations during my breaks!!  I did go to San Fran a few summers ago but that doesn't count really cause I went with my sister and mom.  I want to go somewhere with just friends.  I think that would be really fun.  I should do this before all my friends graduate and leave me behind!  Now that I do have a job I think I should be able manage a few days of vacation.  Well, if anyone has any suggestions as to where to go, probably somewhere in the states, give me some ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113842806941002836?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113842806941002836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113842806941002836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113842806941002836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113842806941002836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/01/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113814037759126721</id><published>2006-01-24T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:07:23.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/elephanttimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/elephanttimes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another poster I made.  Still trying to figure out if I like it or not.  I was told to make a poster so that I can see how the plotter works at work but now I find out that I may have to remake another poster because of the size dimensions of this one...oh well. It's all good.  I'm wasting so much time when I should be working on homework!  ack!  Ok time to do something productive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113814037759126721?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113814037759126721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113814037759126721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113814037759126721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113814037759126721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/01/elephant-times.html' title='Elephant Times'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113783378207132518</id><published>2006-01-21T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:54:43.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am a Stranger to Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01506.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01506.sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked in the mirror and not recognize yourself?  Ok maybe not...but there have been many times when I have looked back at my reflection and I no longer see myself but a strange face peering back at me.  It's a weird feeling and no I'm not on drugs when this happens...  I feel as if my soul and body are separate for a moment, a brief second the face staring back is foreign to me and my heart jumps.  My body is not mine but a stranger's.  It is as if my soul was put into a random body, my body only serves as a shelter for my soul, or my body is a shell if you will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then often picture god assigning souls to bodies and how he would decide which ones go to which bodies.  I know that's not how it really works but I'm weird and I like to think of weird things.  ha  I wonder how I got stuck with this body and what it would be like to be in another's body.  Does it even matter what body I end up in?  I would be the same soul but just in a different body... I'm sure much of this sounds like I'm tripping on something...and perhaps I am, unbeknowed to me!  I remember during Thanksgiving my sister telling me about how she was having a conversation with my mom and my mom was telling her that she had an opportunity back in the day to marry a different man than my father and move to California, and my sister asked why she didn't and my mom responded that then she wouldn't have had us!  I responded that we would exist but just as different people, our souls would be the same, we'd just be different looking.  My sister gave me a weird look and said that I had an interesting theory.  I understand that we wouldn't have existed if my mother married someone else, but I think of it as we're all unassigned souls in the beginning, and it is not until we are given bodies that we become who we are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's food for thought...I should go to bed now and stop thinking these crazy thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113783378207132518?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113783378207132518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113783378207132518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113783378207132518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113783378207132518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-stranger-to-myself.html' title='I Am a Stranger to Myself'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113722800336076314</id><published>2006-01-14T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:40:03.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Wow, talk about spring cleaning...I just spent the last 4 hours (4 HOURS!!!!) cleaning the kitchen!!!!!!!  Well at least I'm glad I was productive and not sitting around like a dope.  I have my moments when I like to just clean for hours on end but it comes rarely.  So when it does happen I like to make sure that I don't stop in the middle or else whatever I'm cleaning will never be cleaned.  Man does this feel good.  Unfortunately I know that in a few weeks what I've cleaned will probably be dirty again...ho hum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113722800336076314?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113722800336076314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113722800336076314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113722800336076314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113722800336076314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113721201815061307</id><published>2006-01-13T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:15:54.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's the New Kid..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01565.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I hate being the new kid.  Today was my first day on the job and while everything went pretty okay and all, minus the small incident when I picked up the phone and started talking into it only having it still be ringing because I didn't press the Line 1 button and then when I did I forgot the name of the place I was working for...everthing was fine! ha, yes I'm a complete idiot!  What I hate most is when you're new you don't know anything!!!!  You're a fish out of water (off the subject: but that's one of my fears and the past couple of weeks I've been having a lot of peeing in the public eye dreams, I believe it has something to do with me feeling insecure when I looked it up on a dream interpretation site.  I mention it because I also have reaccuring dreams about fish being out of water which also means being insecure...)  Being at  work and observing how my co-consultants handled situations made me feel inept and questioned myself if i could do this job.  But I'm sure I can and I'm just being really insecure about my ablities.  Learning comes with the job so I'm sure I'll know just as much as they do by the time I'm about 4 months in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't really start the day off right.  For some odd reason i couldn't fall asleep for the life of me on Thursday night.  My body ached (esp. my neck) so much that it was bothering all night, tossing and turning to try to find a comfortable position.  I've never had my body ache so bad that it's affecting my sleeping.  So with two hours of sleep, 1 1/2 small white buns for breakfast and working an eight hour day without any lunch break becuase I wasn't sure how to bring up that I wanted my lunch and my stomach was starting to burn a hole in itself I kept my mouth shut.  And it also seemed that my co-workers who were also working 8 hour shifts didn't take their breaks, I didn't want to take one if they didn't either...(i'm completely aware that it is to my advantage if I do).  My manager kept giving me things to do that I didn't want to bring it up, until about 3:30pm while she was showing me how to log in my hours, she realized I didn't have lunch and said that I should have said something.  hmpf.  It's all good, but by 5pm I was spent!  The walk home felt like the longest ever and I even had to eat my PB&amp;J sandwich on the way home cause I couldn't wait.  First day was long but it was good.  I will not be working 8 hour shifts normally so I'm not too worried about it, and when I get a hang of it things will go more smoothly I'm sure.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with 2 1/2hrs of sleep and some food in me, I'm feeling better but it is a Friday night and I'm sitting at home like a loser...ho hum. Oh yes, happy Friday the 13th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113721201815061307?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113721201815061307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113721201815061307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113721201815061307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113721201815061307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-new-kid.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s the New Kid...&quot;'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113710619437273059</id><published>2006-01-12T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:52:25.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was Little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/little_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/little_me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is response to my sister's blog post, "More resolutions and a proposal" (www.michellerlee.com/blog)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was little time couldn't move slower!  I remember laying in bed wishing I could I  just jump into my 20's, skip everything that would lead up to it.  I remember thinking, oooh if I could be 20 now everything would be great!  I will be an adult and I'll be happy and be able to do whatever I want!  I was a pretty sheltered child, deprived of hanging out with my friends and going to birthday parties and sleepovers.  (I think my first sleepover at a friend's house was when I was a junior in high school!)  So everything I pretty much knew of the outside world was learned through movies, tv shows and observing my friend's lives.  Yes, I know this is sad and a little pathetic.  But hey!  What do you expect me, as a child to do?  I had to learn from what I could.  This could explain a lot of where my naiveness comes from but I like to think that despite this I have grown to become a well-centered person.  I don't know everything there is to know about growing up and all that good stuff but who does?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When watching people in their 20's when i was little it always seemed to me that they were so much more important, much more happier.  I always wanted that growing up.  To be happy.  My childhood was happy in it's own ways, happier now that I look back on it than it was while I was living it.  I was a naive little kid growing up and I remember always regretting being it.  I still sort of do, but would I really would have wanted the truth about things?  I was innocent at the time and didn't know better.  Well what's done is done and I can't have regrets.  Looking back at me as a child has made me realize that I haven't really changed all that much.  Which I like to think that I was a pretty mature kid back in the day (and not the other way around,  that I'm immature now).  I may have been naive about some things but I knew my fair share of what life had in store for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I'm in my 20's.  22 to be exact.  (I always though 23 would be the ideal age because my life in "the real world" would start.)  But now that I'm in my 20's I don't feel any different.  I feel like I'm still 18.  Perhaps it's because I'm still in college and I haven't gotten out into "the real world" yet.  But that time is coming soon and I'm scared.  I feel like I need to buy myself more time before I get out into that world.  I need more experience!  I don't know anything yet!  ahhhh!  I can just give myself an aneurysm stressing about such things.  But it's all a part of life and soon enough I will have to put myself out there and just take it all in.  When I say I'm surprised I actually got this far, I really mean it.  I never thought I would have.  But here I am, 22.  geez.  This is insane!  My mom believes that I lead a lucky life and has said since I was little that I am the "successful" one.  I'm not sure what told her that but I do have to say that things have pretty much worked out for me one way or another and hopefully will continue to do so in the future!  It's so funny when I talk to my mom.  Whenever I'm needing luck for anything she always says she'll pray for me and if and when i do get the results I wanted she believes it was her prayers that were answered that got me what I wanted (I like to think that I had something to do with it as well).  Well so far, so good, keep praying mom! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point in my life, I'm pretty happy with who I am.  (well...I have my days.)  I like to think I'm a good person and nice to everyone I come in contact with.  (Maybe too nice to everyone sometimes...)  But I have stuck to one thing that I'm proud of that I always vowed never to do when i was little.  That was to never smoke a cigarette or try any illegal drugs.  Maybe it doesn't sound so great of an accomplishment but I'm proud I haven't.  Will I keep this vow?  I sure hope so, I have no intention to start experimenting anytime soon, that's for sure.  I wanted to make sure that if I died young it wasn't because of drugs or cigarettes.  Weird thing to make sure of...but it was something I wanted when I was little.  As a kid everything seemed so black and white but now growing up there are areas of gray.  I have grown to accept certain things and realize that maybe all things aren't bad.  Not to say that drugs aren't bad but that the people doing them aren't all bad and they may not be all addicts...  Maybe some people just need to experiment with everything to see what's out there.  What becomes bad is if they become an addict, that's when trouble hits.  But I think I've become ok with people "experimenting", not saying I know a lot of people that have or do.  To tell you the honest truth, if a close friend of mine told me they were doing drugs I would probably freak out and not hang out with them a lot (the naive side of me shows here).  But if someone were to tell me they've tried a few things, I'd be ok more with it than if I was a child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep my mind open to all viewpoints and I'm willing to listen to everyone's opinions.  I try to take all things into account and make my own opinions from there on.  I try not to be too judgemental but just sit and listen to what others have to say.  I like other ways of seeing things and understand people's concerns about issues.  I still have a lot of learning and growing to do.  So in conclusion, my new year's resolution (along with many others which are more like life-long resolutions) is to look more optimistically at my future, live my life as an experience from which I can learn from and hopefully bring me to a closer understanding of what I want from life.  So now that I'm in my 20's I should be try to be more happier and make my childhood dreams come true.  :)  Ask me in 8 years how I did! haha My motto for life is, "You live and you learn".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In other news, I got the job at the Biotechnology New Media Center! Yay!  (Again, thanks mom for your prayers!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113710619437273059?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113710619437273059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113710619437273059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113710619437273059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113710619437273059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-i-was-little.html' title='When I Was Little...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113575423355371239</id><published>2005-12-28T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:17:13.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Moments</title><content type='html'>What is it with people coming up to you and starting a conversation and then not keeping the conversation going but instead just stands there waiting for you to pick up the conversation.  Maybe you don't know what I mean...Tonight I went out to a bar and a girl I didn't know came up to me and asked me a question.  She didn't introduce herself or anything, but after she asked me a question she just stood there.  Looking at me and smiling. It was quite awkward.  I didn't know what to say to her but I felt weird so I started to make small talk to fill in the silence but I was just weirded out by it.  It was so forced.  My roommate who was sitting across from me thought this girl was trying to hit on me but she wasn't cause she was there with her boyfriend.  So my roommate thinks that perhaps she was looking for a threesome. haha  But I think if you go up to someone you don't know and you want to talk to them you gotta keep the conversation going or leave and not just stand there staring at them waiting for them to say something.  Awkward Awkward Awkward is all i have to say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a "Rate-your-date Journal" from my cousin for my birthday, and my roommate and I were saying that we should change it into a "creepy encounters" book and then publish it (but with a better title of course)!  So maybe I will use my rate-my-date book for it.  I do not go on many dates and will have no use for it, but I do have very interesting encounters...so maybe i'll have better use for a creepy/weird encounters journal instead! :)  ha  Brilliant!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113575423355371239?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113575423355371239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113575423355371239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113575423355371239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113575423355371239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/12/awkward-moments.html' title='Awkward Moments'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113497896925528038</id><published>2005-12-19T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:56:09.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful</title><content type='html'>Ugh...I feel like complete crap!  I hate getting sick and getting sick during finals week is the worst!!!  I hate it when you have so much to do but you can't even lift a finger.  Every move you make feels like you're moving in slow motion, not to say that everything you do takes you 10 times longer than it would usually take.  Some things that really suck when you're sick: 1. Flem 2. Stuffy nose (Currently only one side of my nose is stuffed up) 3. Blowing your nose constantly, you wonder where all of it is coming from...it's coming out like a faucet.  And no matter how much you blow your nose it doesn't ever stop getting stuffy. 4. When you run out of klennex and you have to use hard toliet paper on your nose, then your nose gets all dried, red, and flakey.  5.You feel like you're gonna suffocate cause you can't breathe out of your nose.  6.A constant headache 7. Your body can't decide if it's hot or cold 8. Everything seems like it's darker 9. Sore throats, everytime you swollow you feel a sharp pain. 10. When you wake up in the morning you sound like an evil demon frog talking 11. Coughing 12. Achy body 13. Wanting to stay in bed all day and sleep 14. Wanting someone to baby you until you feel better 15. Loss of appetite...well maybe that's a good thing.  I can maybe save some money and instead buy more kleenex.  Getting sick now is so easy for everyone during finals week cause they don't get enough sleep, don't eat well, their immune sysetm is at a low which makes everyone so much more prone to get sick.   Now I don't think I'll be able to finish my final projects and go home on time.  ack!  Getting sick is such an inconvience...I wish I was immune to all sicknesses, unless it's gonna kill me I don't want it! ha ok j/k. (kinda)  Alright back to trying to get something accomplished while working in slow-mo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113497896925528038?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113497896925528038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113497896925528038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113497896925528038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113497896925528038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/12/awful.html' title='Awful'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113433685551425753</id><published>2005-12-11T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:34:15.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year...</title><content type='html'>Another year has passed me by...I can't believe I'm still here.  Wow, I've actually made it this far, 22 years...that's quite an accomplishment.  So here goes the start of a new chapter in my life.  What will my 22nd year bring me? Will I be more wise and learn from my previous years to not make the same mistakes I have before? Or will I be more daring and let myself make mistakes and just take life as it is, you only live once (unless you believe in reincarnation)?  Life is full of choices, and I'm afraid this is my last year before I start making life changing choices to direct my path in the future...  So I guess I should be enjoying my 22nd year before reality of the real world really hits me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "Rent" the movie last night.  I've seen the play twice now and I have to say that when I first saw the play I thought that it could make a good movie.  But now that I've seen the movie I dunno if I like it all that much...maybe it could have been done better.  I found myself being really distracted by how the transitions between song and talk were so abrupt and the transitions from scene to scene after a song finished left awkward silences and sometimes the end of scene lasted way longer than it needed to.  I kept finding myself after each scene saying to myself "cut cut cut now!" There was maybe one good transition in the movie between scenes..ok maybe more...but either way it bothered me.  The singing was great of course but the scene when Angel gets introduced to Roger and Mark seemed like she was lipsyncing.  Seeing it as a movie also helped me understand some things that I may not have gotten in the play since the play version only has one background scene.  I suppose that it's hard to transition between song and speech due to the music that goes with it in a movie.  It's easier on stage since it is expected but in a movie it comes out as a bit awkward and sudden.  But perhaps that's the challenge of making a good movie...trying to make all those elements fit together, so maybe this movie could have been made better?  Or maybe it's just me...  I feel the theatre version just has a touch of something you can get from the movie.  But you don't have to my word for it (reading rainbow)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113433685551425753?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113433685551425753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113433685551425753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113433685551425753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113433685551425753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-year.html' title='Another Year...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113398552727004698</id><published>2005-12-07T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:58:55.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You betcha</title><content type='html'>In case you were all wondering if I got that stretcher frame made yet...OH YEAH BABY it's done and made!  And it's beautiful!  My hot drawing one TA helped me make it!  And yes I would like to say that I worked the chop saw, table saw, and the bradley nail gun!  And yes, I feel more manly because of it!  haha  Sorry no pictures of how beautiful it turned out but I'm so happy it's done.  I was surprised at how much easier it was than I thought and having someone to help me really relieved me.  I was out of there in less than an hour!  Surprising since I was planning on being in the woodshop for 3 hours making it!  Yesterday i stretched the canvas and gessoed it and now it's all ready to paint on...but what shall I paint?  Any ideas???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113398552727004698?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113398552727004698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113398552727004698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113398552727004698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113398552727004698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-betcha.html' title='You betcha'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113368408219824249</id><published>2005-12-04T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:14:42.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We must be good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to a friend's pre-christmas party.  Besides hogging all the yummy cheeses they had there we also ate sugary gummy rings.  You know those huge gummies that no really eats but always gets for holiday parties?  Well we all decided to see if we could fit our tongue through the hole of gummeis without using our hands.  And by doing this Liz thought that perhaps it would be the equivalent to trying to tie a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue or unwrapping a starburst in your mouth, meaning you're a great kisser if you can accomplish the task at hand.  And yes we all accomplished it...so that means we're all great kissers...ok so maybe it's not so much the same as tying a knot at the end of a cherry stem, but galldarnit we're great kissers!  haha  So pucker up and kiss me already!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news, I didn't set the timer right and we all missed Dane Cook on SNL!!!!!  ARGH!  I know, I'm a failure!  So if anyone has a copy of it let me know!  Or if they rerun it, make sure you tell me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures please check out:  http://sarahlee.myphotoalbum.com/albums.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113368408219824249?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113368408219824249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113368408219824249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113368408219824249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113368408219824249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-must-be-good.html' title='We must be good...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113359556266493203</id><published>2005-12-03T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T01:39:22.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00957.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00960.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00956.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00963.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00959.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00961.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00968.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00971.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00966.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00969.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00964.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the works found at the Chazen Museum.  Man, do I want to take glassblowing so bad!  Not sure if I will be able to but I sure hope I get the chance to before I graduate.  That would be fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113359556266493203?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113359556266493203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113359556266493203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113359556266493203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113359556266493203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/12/glass-works.html' title='Glass Works'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113255885646532918</id><published>2005-11-21T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:40:56.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/traditionalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/traditionalad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/modernposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/modernposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/modernretro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/modernretro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few posters I've been working on for my class.  We were told to make a poster to promote something, either ourselves or something else.  I orginally wanted to make a 50's poster with this image but instead went for a 80's look.  This picture was taken in the 80's so this fits perfectly I suppose.  The posters are ordered from the first being the first one I worked on and the last, the last one I did.  With the last two I tried to do a more modern take on a poster about coloring books.  As if a designer was told to take a poster done in the 80's and revitalize it.  I like the last two the most.  If anyone knows me, knows that I hate the 80's so that's probably why I don't like the first one as much...therefore I will probably hand one of the last ones in.  And yes they are sarcastic, and again if you know me you know I love sarcasm.  Oh yes, if you can't tell who it is in the picture, it's Liz, my roommate!  Sooo cute! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113255885646532918?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113255885646532918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113255885646532918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113255885646532918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113255885646532918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/11/poster.html' title='Poster'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113218530588888170</id><published>2005-11-16T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:55:24.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lamest Day I Ever Had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/me1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...so if you already heard this story from me on Monday, since I was telling every single person I saw about what a lame night I had on Sunday night...you do not need to read on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here goes the tale of the lamest day I ever had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole (my roommate) and I decided to head to the mall since she wanted to look at some DKNY watches and spend her $25 gift certificate at Express and get a free wallet.  So we head over to the mall and spend about a good 40min in Express trying to find something to buy but she could not find a thing...we finally pick something out but then find out at the register that the item has to be exactly $25 or more before tax not $24.50!!  Furthermore, we find out that she didn't need to use the gift certificate in order to get the free wallet and the certificate didn't expire till later!  So we spent all that time in the store for nothing!  Then we head over to Boston Store where Nicole looked online and it said they had DKNY watches there but when we got there they did not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we head over to Home Depot to get my wood for a canvas I need to build for my painting class.  Which I'm pissed that I have to do and think it's ridiculous!  Only intermediate painting should build their canvases, when again will I need to do this again???  So lame!  Anyway, we get there and I'm supposed to get clear pine wood but the only clear pine they have is the wrong size.  But next to it there was select pine so I asked someone if they knew the difference of clear and select pine but they had no clue.  So I decided to put it in the cart and bring it over to the register and ask them.  Mind you these pieces of wood were 8 ft. long!  So I somehow manage not to hit anyone in the head with the wood and get to the register with no troubles...I ask the girl at the register and she tells me someone in the lumber section would probably know the difference.  I stare at her for a while waiting for her to offer to call someone to find out and after some mumbles and grumbles she finally did.  So Russ on the phone tells her that select pine (the pine I have in the cart) has knots in it and clear pine does not.  I can not have knots in my wood because the woodshop where I need to cut this wood will not let you cut wood with knots in it because it is dangerous.  So at this point I'm already fed up and so upset that I have to do this project.  But I suck it up and return the wood where I found it and ask for assistance.  I find out that the wood I had in the cart was the right wood but he looks at it and discovers it's in really bad shape, all bent up.  I also can not use bent up wood cause it needs to sit flat on the table saw in order to cut it.  So the guy tells me they may have more in stock but it will take 10-15min to find out.  And asks me if I wanted him to find out...my answer "uhhh yeah, that would be great."  So he comes back after 5min. and tells me all they have left is what is there.  So Nicole and I just look at each other not really knowing what to do and I'm soooooooo upset right now!  To make matters worse the guy working at home depot asks me "Why did you wait so long to get your wood, there were people in here last week getting it."  OHMIGOD!!!!!!  I was ready to slap him!  That's none of his business and my problem! Don't go blaming me that you guys don't have more of that wood!  I was ready to scream at this point!  I just looked at him and said "Well, I guess it was MY fault, thanks" and left.  I was walking out so fast out of that store and by the time I got out I was screaming!!!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  That's the worse customer service I ever got!!! (I didn't say that but I should have!)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nicole calms me down and suggests to drive me to Menards, back to west side where we were earlier...I was so mad I just wanted to go home and forget it but instead I sucked it up and agreed to try again.  We get to Menards and go straight the info desk in the lumber section and ask the guy at the counter.  He looks it up on his little computer what kinds of wood they have and tells me about them.  I stare and look at him, waiting for him to tell me where I can find it but he doesn't...So I ask "So, where can I find this wood?"  his response, "Out those doors, aisle A".  I knew with that response that it sounded to simple and I was going to go on another long hunt.  So Nicole and I get outside with our cart and it's pitch black, windy, cold and no one out there!!!!  Not to even mention that aisle A consisted of a giant stacks of lumber, brick, and whatever else you need a lift to get!  And aisle A has 3 aisles!!!!!!!!!!!!!  AHHH!!!  As you can guess,  I'm so fed up at this point that I'm just laughing at how ridiculous this all was and Nicole is screaming "Can I get some assistance please?"  But of course no one hears her cause there's NO ONE in sight!!!!  We see a lighted area about 50 ft away and it looks like they have wood in there so ran towards it.  When we get there we're told "No, we don't have the kind of wood you're looking for in here.  Go out and walk straight to aisle A."  Nicole and I just look at each and laugh and do as he says but find nothing cause it's dark out and  have no clue what we're looking for.  So I said screw it, let's leave.  As I walked out of the doors of Menards I scream yet again...this time "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I'M SO MAD I COULD PEE MY PANTS!!!,  I JUST WANT TO TAKE A DUMP ON MENARDS!"    Seriously, what happened to good old fashion customer service?  Do they not practice it at stores anymore?  Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you thought this story was over...&lt;br /&gt;So, Nicole wanted to go to a different mall to try a second attempt at looking for those watches.  They also did not have them.  Then she was like well lets go to the grocery store and get some food, food will make us happy.  We decide on getting ingredients to make tiramisu.  We search for the ingredients and ask but find out they do not have what I need to make it!!!!  We made cookies instead.  Afterwards we had dinner at noodles and good thing nothing went wrong there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mantra of the night:  "I am calm, cool, and collect.  I can do this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it was a whole day of attempting to get things accomplished but nothing was.  To make the day worse it was filled with bad customer service and stores not having what we were looking for.  I dunno what's worse, bad customer service or no service at all????  Both! This day is definitely going into the book of the Lamest Days I've Ever Had!   And if you're wondering why I waited so late to get wood  it's because I don't have a car, I had to ask my roommate to bring me and my teacher didn't really tell us we needed the wood till the week before.  ARGH!  I'm just so mad about this whole project!  ack!  Anyway, that's me venting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113218530588888170?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113218530588888170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113218530588888170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113218530588888170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113218530588888170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/11/lamest-day-i-ever-had_16.html' title='The Lamest Day I Ever Had...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113124528062302567</id><published>2005-11-05T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:48:00.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another one of my projects I worked on for Print Productions.  This assignment entailed us to use at least 10 images from an image pool that we created as a class.  Feedback from the class was that it looked too divided in the center, which i agree...I could have worked harder on this.  But my instructor told me it looked finished when I was working on it and I asked him if it was too divided but he said no so...i didn't really think twice about it.  I was going to make another collage too but I ran out of time and didn't finish it, I might keep fussing with it to see what I can come up with.  Unfortunately, I  can't really go back and fix this piece because I didn't save a good copy of this with all the layers...darnit!  But what I like about this piece are all the vibrant oranges that come out from behind the dark brown.  Nice contrast.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I'm sitting at the design lab working on homework...god, it's a saturday night and I'm working on homework...boy do I feel like I loser!...No, not loser sarah...i'm a dedicated art student, hardworking, and motivated!!!  Must keep telling myself that!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113124528062302567?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113124528062302567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113124528062302567&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113124528062302567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113124528062302567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/11/collage.html' title='Collage'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113092165884963211</id><published>2005-11-02T01:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T02:54:18.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/me2%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I do when i can't fall asleep...photoshop myself...I will need to do this more, it's kinda fun but with better images...must take more pictures!!!  muahahaha... Time for sleepy now, it's crazy late! :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113092165884963211?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113092165884963211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113092165884963211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113092165884963211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113092165884963211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/11/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113078067574644113</id><published>2005-10-31T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:58:06.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BSB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/ThumbnailServer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/ThumbnailServer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this site for a good laugh  :)  I must say they do give a good impression of the Back Street Boys, so dramatic!...god I'm so glad that BSB is back!!!!!!  :D  yessssssssss...(that's sarcastic of course!) heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6739710473912337648&amp;q=chinese&amp;pr=go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113078067574644113?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113078067574644113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113078067574644113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113078067574644113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113078067574644113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/10/bsb.html' title='BSB'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-113070300428091378</id><published>2005-10-30T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:47:45.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01577.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01592.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01586.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after saying that I didn't want to venture out to State St. I went back on my word and did it!  haha  I was curious what it was like now, comparing to my freshman year.  And I have to say...not much more different but it seems like it's more controlled, stadium lights, a lot more police out and police on horses! I think the police on horses is a bad idea, yes it may control the crowd better in some ways and keep less people wandering in the  middle of the street...maybe...but i feel bad for the horses and they poop all over the street and you have to constantly watch where you step, it's quite disgusting!  Unless you're drunk and you don't care what you step in, which most people were...yuck.  Anyway, I went out on Friday and luckily there weren't that many people out so it wasn't as bad.  But it was still craziness of course!  It was fun to see all the crazy costumes and act silly, not that I don't everyday..but you know what I mean!  I think what I find cool about Halloween is that at no other time of the year can you point at someone and yell, "Heyyyyy, a grown man in a diaper!!!" and get a high five from him and act as if you've know each other for years...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-113070300428091378?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/113070300428091378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=113070300428091378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113070300428091378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/113070300428091378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112966548099133156</id><published>2005-10-18T14:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:58:00.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/selforange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/400/selforange.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/selfblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/selfblack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my self protraits that I am now finished working with.  I'm happy with it for the most part.  Working with photoshop is fun and I'm constantly discovering new things.  I'm excited about the potential I have in this class to create some really interesting images.  The instructor really gives us a lot of freedom to do what we please and to explore new options.  It's nice but at the same time I feel like I need more structure.  He shows me how to do things but after he leaves I quickly forget how to do it...that's the unfortunate aspect to this class...they need to make a handout on how do certain things...yes I know there are How To Photoshop books out there and yes I know i should be looking at them...but I'll do some more exploring on my own for now.   The Oranger self portrait is the one I ended up handing in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-112966548099133156?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112966548099133156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112966548099133156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112966548099133156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112966548099133156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/10/self-portrait_18.html' title='Self Portrait'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112950473024443872</id><published>2005-10-16T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:03:51.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01174.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01173.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01169.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01170.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01176.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC01178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC01178.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to sneek in some pictures of The Boss!!!  muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday night I saw Bruce Sprigsteen in concert!!!  I was never a particular fan of his but come on it's The Boss you gotta like him, he's a legend!!  My friend's (Melissa) father bought Melissa two tickets to go see Bruce and she asked me to go with her!!!  How nice of Melissa!  I am so honored that I was worthy enough to go with her. heehe  I sound like a pathetic loser I know but I really appreciate people that treat me to things.  It makes me feel special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, the concert was the "awesomest"!  He is so talented, playing a number of different instuments all night.  He mostly played songs off of his new album, "Devils &amp; Dust" which is mainly really mellow stuff, very different from his other albums.  But I liked it a lot and had a good time at the concert.  I need to attend more concerts!  They're so exilarating!  I was so buzzed from the concert last night I didn't go to bed till 4am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-112950473024443872?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112950473024443872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112950473024443872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112950473024443872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112950473024443872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/10/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112866003893999806</id><published>2005-10-06T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:42:30.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Gosh Darn Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC06690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC06690.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC06687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC06687.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike likes to be in drawers, I tried to convince Liz to leave an open drawer for him but she says she just doesn't have the space for it.   ho hum.  Well looks like he'll have to share a drawer with her clothes!  This reminds me of a Seinfeld episode when Kramer lets Japanese men sleep in his dresser drawers, closes the drawers and forgets that they are in there.  hehee In the last picture, Spike looks like he's possessed!  Reminds me of one of the cloaked Star Wars characters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-112866003893999806?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112866003893999806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112866003893999806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112866003893999806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112866003893999806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-gosh-darn-cute.html' title='Too Gosh Darn Cute'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112828490533082711</id><published>2005-10-02T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:30:24.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wig Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00262.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00261.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00220.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!  After a long week this was well deserved...  My roommates (Nicole and Liz) and I hosted a party on friday night and the theme, which you probably know by now is WIGS!!!  It was totally awesome and I'm so happy that about everyone came with wigs on.  What a great theme, ahem...my idea!  :P  We invited about 40 people and expected maybe 30 to come, only 20 came but either way we still had a great time!  After our house we headed out onto state st. and of course attracted a lot of attention.  We must do this again now that everyone has a wig!  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more great pictures please visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://community.webshots.com/user/poundcake1211&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-112828490533082711?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112828490533082711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112828490533082711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112828490533082711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112828490533082711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/10/wig-party.html' title='Wig Party!'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112767348473462379</id><published>2005-09-25T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:38:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/DSC00437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/DSC00437.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/16596479-112767348473462379?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112767348473462379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112767348473462379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112767348473462379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112767348473462379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-i-feel.html' title='How I Feel...'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112742229272430297</id><published>2005-09-22T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:51:32.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Look the Same</title><content type='html'>So,two days ago I was mistaken for the other asian girl in my class...twice!  Once by another student and the other time by the teacher!  This other asian girl and I do not look alike really at all.  But hey, I guess we do all look the same...  But we are the only two asians in the class and it's just funny that they can't even tell two asians apart.  It annoys me a little when these things happen but most of the time I just sit back and laugh at them when it does. haha. Mean and evil I know but hey that's what I'm gonna do while they get all embarassed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having this conversation with a friend of mine about how everyone looks the same.  Caucasian, African American, Asian, Hispanic, (insert your nationality here "Other").  It's funny, but most people just look the same as everyone else...unless I know someone I can't tell one person from another when looking down a street full of people.  But if you have distinct features I will be able to remember you, otherwise...you don't have a chance!  haha... So, I suppose I can't blame these people for mistaking me for someone else, I don't but heh, I thought I would share this incident to the many people who have had this happen to before and will probably will have this happen to again in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-112742229272430297?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112742229272430297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112742229272430297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112742229272430297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112742229272430297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-all-look-same.html' title='We All Look the Same'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112699111825568344</id><published>2005-09-17T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:11:13.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunglasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/bigglasses1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/bigglasses1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessss!!  I've finally found the PERFECT sunglasses!  Anyone that knows me, knows that I've always liked the large plastic "grandma" sunglasses that they sell at department stores!  I've always wanted to get a pair...but it seems like they are harder to find now... Could it be because the department stores finally realized that NO ONE buys these unattractive sunglasses anymore, not even GRANDMOTHERS!?  Well, I don't care, I still like them!  What do you think?  I think this pair suits me the best!  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-112699111825568344?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112699111825568344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112699111825568344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112699111825568344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112699111825568344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/09/sunglasses.html' title='Sunglasses'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112680630611426272</id><published>2005-09-15T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:32:21.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Go "Oh No"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/Ok%20Go2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/320/Ok%20Go2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and get this album or at least you should check it out.  This is my new favorite album, I discoved them on itunes and I have to say it's pretty good stuff.  I listened to their previous albums and it seems like they've changed their sound.  They went from punk/pop to alternative/indie rock.  "Oh Lately It's So Quiet" and "Let It Rain" are the best songs on the album, simply because they make me happy.  :) Oh and I like their logo and website, nice design! :P    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.okgo.net/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-112680630611426272?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112680630611426272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112680630611426272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112680630611426272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112680630611426272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-go-oh-no.html' title='Ok Go &quot;Oh No&quot;'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16596479.post-112655132481385658</id><published>2005-09-12T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:55:25.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The new guy sucks</title><content type='html'>It's already been decided that this new instructor for my Typography class sucks!  It's only been week 2 and only had two classes with this guy.  The first day I met him I already knew he was a hardass but he is officially a jackass in my book.  He gave us a lot of homework already and talking with other people in his class; I have confirmed he is an ass!  Supposedly in one of his classes he was giving a little presentation and someone in the class asked him to please slow down because she was trying to take notes but he snapped at her saying, "I will go at whatever pace I desire!"  Hmpf..it's gonna be a long semester....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16596479-112655132481385658?l=suckapants23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/feeds/112655132481385658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16596479&amp;postID=112655132481385658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112655132481385658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16596479/posts/default/112655132481385658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckapants23.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-guy-sucks.html' title='The new guy sucks'/><author><name>Suckapants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02080877492785917645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6456/1579/1600/me1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
