<?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-10857749</id><updated>2011-07-09T15:13:25.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the love?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112977825263515681</id><published>2005-10-19T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:17:32.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look up at the sky, shit's going down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Bang" Eve 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;man i suck at updating this thing. let's see.. last weekend consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;friday: adopt a school (played at a high school football game)&lt;br /&gt;saturday: ut vs. colorado (played at a college football game, which of course ut won 42-17)&lt;br /&gt;sunday: went to san antonio (played at an nfl game, saints vs. falcons)&lt;br /&gt;    yeah, i'd say i got a goood healthy dose of football for the week&lt;br /&gt;monday: played at some high school festival thingy in round rock.&lt;br /&gt;ummm.. i have a DiffEq test on friday... i should reallllllllly be studying for it. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;this saturday we're playing texas tech!! this game is going to be INSANE. and i get to see greg, so yay for that.&lt;br /&gt;yay for my super awesome brother sending me o-chem notes!!&lt;br /&gt;today was fabulous. shopping with teater and lisa instead of studying. hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;any ideas on what i should be for halloween? i've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, this is the most disjointed blog entry ever. my life is insanely busy. and i should be studying. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112977825263515681?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112977825263515681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112977825263515681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112977825263515681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112977825263515681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-up-at-sky-shits-going-down.html' title='look up at the sky, shit&apos;s going down'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112891829253136315</id><published>2005-10-09T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:24:52.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know bob stoops doesn't have a penis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Bend and Not Break" Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to sum up this weekend: AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;i got to go to dallas and watch my horns BEAT THE HELL out of ou... yep we're talking 45-12 style. i'm sorry, but texas is just amazing. and, poor oklahoma, their school has always sucked academically, and now they can't play football worth a shit either, so i guess they're pretty much left with nothing. stupid sooners.&lt;br /&gt;friday night was so much fun, a huge group of us went to west end in dallas and helped heckle some OU fans. there were so many people there, plus i got to see police in full riot gear arrest people like 2 feet away from me. good times. anyways, here are some of my favorite quotes from the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid sooner: burnt orange makes me sick!&lt;br /&gt;texan: your FACE makes me sick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid sooner holds up five fingers (b/c they had won the previous five years)&lt;br /&gt;texan: so glad that your college finally teaches you to count to five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texan: dude, you lost to tcu. TCU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dustin deas walks up to some sooner and says: "so, when do you think adrian peterson is going to grow a penis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yOU suck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't spell cocksucker without ou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking out of that stadium after our win was amazing.. no OU fans said anything, and no one threw our horns down. fuck yeah, that's how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112891829253136315?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112891829253136315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112891829253136315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112891829253136315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112891829253136315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/10/did-you-know-bob-stoops-doesnt-have.html' title='did you know bob stoops doesn&apos;t have a penis?'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112830949521510376</id><published>2005-10-02T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T20:18:15.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>california, a place they say glistens gold. i want to go there and never come back home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currenly Playing: "The New Year" Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so i went to california for my uncle's wedding this weekend. it was fun. i love NorCal sooooooo much. it's so pretty. i really want to live there... too bad the cost of living there is outrageous. acck.&lt;br /&gt;it was great getting so see my family again.. this might be the only time i get to see them this semester. sucks going to school so far away.&lt;br /&gt;congrats to asu for giving usc a run for their money, and congrats to my horns for their fourth win in a row (51-20, against mizzou). and everyone watch out this saturday, because we are BEATING THE HELL OUT OF OU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of OU sucking, &lt;a href="http://forums.hornfans.com/php/wwwthreads/showflat.php?Cat=&amp;Board=football&amp;amp;Number=3671388&amp;page=0&amp;amp;view=collapsed&amp;sb=5&amp;amp;o=0&amp;fpart=all&amp;amp;vc=1"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; proof of what a great edumakation you can get there. haha stupid sooners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112830949521510376?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112830949521510376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112830949521510376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112830949521510376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112830949521510376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/10/california-place-they-say-glistens.html' title='california, a place they say glistens gold. i want to go there and never come back home.'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112805651232777186</id><published>2005-09-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:01:52.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the only bad day is one that you let happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Jaded" Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. my "day of hell" is over. yep, that's right, 3 midterms, one day and i'm still alive. and it wasn't even that bad. yeah that's right. today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;-orange marmalade muffins... mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;-kicking ass on midterms&lt;br /&gt;-feelin good about yourself&lt;br /&gt;-going to cali tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. today was a good day. and no one person can ruin that for me, no matter how hard they may try. because i don't waste my time with people like you. grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch.. i take no shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112805651232777186?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112805651232777186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112805651232777186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112805651232777186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112805651232777186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/09/only-bad-day-is-one-that-you-let.html' title='the only bad day is one that you let happen.'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112789090351614174</id><published>2005-09-27T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:01:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Where Is The Love?" Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... thought maybe i'd write in this thing again. i'm so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nevermind the 3 midterms i have on thursday... i'm wasting time on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just had one of the scariest experiences of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those of you who know me well at all know i have this huge irrational fear of bugs.  i can't stand them. and yes, they scare the shit out of me, especially cockroaches. they're the worst. anyways, twenty minutes ago i'm about to go to bed when i see this HUGE (i swear to god it was three inches long) cockroach running across the wall in my living room. so, naturally, i run and grab the raid and spray it. This just pisses the fucker off and it goes FLYING (god damn why do those things have wings??) into MY bedroom. well fuck. there is NO way i'll be sleeping now. so, knowing these things are attracted to light, i flip my lights off and wait for the little bitch to move out of its hiding space. sure enough, it does, and i nail it with the raid again. and again. and again. i had to spray it for like 30 seconds before it stopped twitching. anyways, i removed the body using about 2000 paper towels, and now theres a huge puddle of raid on my carpet and i'm still scared to go to sleep b/c of all the fumes in my room. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats my life. no more fucking bugs better go near my apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112789090351614174?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112789090351614174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112789090351614174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112789090351614174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112789090351614174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-is-love.html' title='where is the love?'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112322447881906690</id><published>2005-08-04T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:47:58.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..you were the last good thing about this part of town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently Playing: Fall Out Boy's Evening Out With Your Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go.. last abq post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer rocked. i love you guys. i love this town. but i can't wait to get back to texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to hawaii for ten days (be jealous) and then off to austin, baby... ill be there around the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen kahn, i will miss you sooooooo much. especially our long talks about other people ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112322447881906690?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112322447881906690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112322447881906690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112322447881906690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112322447881906690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-were-last-good-thing-about-this.html' title='..you were the last good thing about this part of town.'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112253396433710798</id><published>2005-07-27T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:59:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why don't you show be a little bit of spark you've been saving for his matress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently  Playing : "Ready" The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so yeah.. i suck at updating. oh well, it's summer, what can you do? i actually really should be sleeping considering i have to work 10-8 tomorrow, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denver kicked ass. fall out boy= best band EVER. i'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out with erin teater today (she's in town visiting her cousin). fuckin hell yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that.. i've been working a lot. but this is my last week at both jobs, so after saturday i'm DONE! that gives me a week to pack and such, then i'm off to hawaii for ten days (dude, i know, you're jealous), followed by driving on down to AUSTIN!!! i'm so EXCITED! i'll be there around the 16th-ish... oh and if anyone there has like a truck and doesn't mind helping me move like a bed and stuff, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum up my summer: work=lame, money=good. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112253396433710798?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112253396433710798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112253396433710798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112253396433710798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112253396433710798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-dont-you-show-be-little-bit-of.html' title='why don&apos;t you show be a little bit of spark you&apos;ve been saving for his matress?'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112131558718007914</id><published>2005-07-13T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:34:54.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. i can't stand to think about, a heart so big it hurts like hell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently playing: The Format "The First Single"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Woohoo, I'm road-tripping up to Denver in three days with jen, chizz-ase, and tony!!! Yes, i know you're jealous. Although I am a bit annoyed that ticketmaster charges you an extra $15 just to print tickets for a Denver show in Albuquerque (Come on.. you know that everything is connected through a big computer and it doesnt cost them *anything* extra). But hell yes bitches, i get so see FALL OUT BOY (..and the starting line, senses fail, mxpx, my chemical romance, matchbook romance, dropkick murphys, suburban legends.. and those are just ones on the top of my head, there are also like a million others). fuck yeah. i'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. here's some lyrics from my new favorit band:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Format "The First Single"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can't stand to think about a heart so big it hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god I gave my best but for three whole years to end like this&lt;br /&gt;Well do you want to fall apart? I can't stop if you cant start&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to fall apart? I could if you can try to fix what I've undone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hate what I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me, oh you think you do you just don't seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be, something I can't define&lt;br /&gt;So let's cause a scene, clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,&lt;br /&gt;yeah something I've just got to get myself over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stand to do without, all the people I have left behind&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in going around when it's a straight line baby, a straight line down&lt;br /&gt;So let's make a list of who we need and we'll throw it away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we don't need anyone, no we don't need anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You know me, oh you think you do you just don't seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be, something I can't define&lt;br /&gt;So let's cause a scene, clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,&lt;br /&gt;yeah something I've just got to get myself over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate what I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the night life is just not for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all you really need are a few good friends&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go out and be on my own,&lt;br /&gt;You know they started something I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;You leave for the city,&lt;br /&gt;Well count me out&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all this time is wasted on everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You know me, oh you think you do you just don't seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be, something I can't define&lt;br /&gt;So let's cause a scene, clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,&lt;br /&gt;yeah something I've just got to get myself over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You know me, oh you think you do you just don't seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be, something I can't define&lt;br /&gt;So let's cause a scene, clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,&lt;br /&gt;yeah something I've just got to get myself over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Over me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112131558718007914?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112131558718007914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112131558718007914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112131558718007914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112131558718007914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-stand-to-think-about-heart-so.html' title='.. i can&apos;t stand to think about, a heart so big it hurts like hell..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112070969097694384</id><published>2005-07-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:14:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a temporary escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Right Now" SR-71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yo.. back from phoenix. and yes, it kicked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. another lame survey for y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Age you got your first kiss: 14&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now: SR-71&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: currently more than one. and no, i'm not listing them ;)&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name: Scott&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest people to talk to: Rick, Jen, Chase, Anthony&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite bands at the moment: FALL OUT BOY!, acceptance, the starting line, something corporate, mae&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?: bears&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: Albuquerque, NM&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments: clarinet mostly. also can kind of play trumpet, piano and guitar&lt;br /&gt;J - Junior High: Eisenhower Middle School.. aka hell&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: eventually&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest car ride ever: Albuquerque to New Orleans, baby!&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Mary&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: none, really&lt;br /&gt;O - One wish: i live a long, happy life&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias: bugs of all types (and mice)&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quotes: "Are you actually going to talk to her this time, or are you just going to be a vagina mcginesteen?"&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: because life is fucking fantastic&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up today: 830... i'm a workin' girl&lt;br /&gt;U - Little known fact about you: I have never been out of the country&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit(s):  overreacting&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: teeth, both ankles&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food: green chile&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: Cancer.. yeah crabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112070969097694384?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112070969097694384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112070969097694384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112070969097694384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112070969097694384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-temporary-escape.html' title='just a temporary escape'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112020327354097575</id><published>2005-07-01T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:34:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why you wanna go do me like that? come down on the street and dance with me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: Weezer "El Scorcho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;quick update.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE MY NEW CAR.&lt;br /&gt;Off to phoenix tomorrow.. back the 5th.. peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112020327354097575?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112020327354097575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112020327354097575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112020327354097575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112020327354097575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-you-wanna-go-do-me-like-that-come.html' title='why you wanna go do me like that? come down on the street and dance with me!!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-112001461585853278</id><published>2005-06-28T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:10:15.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not sure if i believe this</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emo Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You are 14% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 14% Brutal, and 14% Arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an&lt;br /&gt;intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your&lt;br /&gt;feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted,&lt;br /&gt;gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo&lt;br /&gt;kid. You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of&lt;br /&gt;absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. If you write&lt;br /&gt;poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression,&lt;br /&gt;sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being. Your personality&lt;br /&gt;is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in&lt;br /&gt;yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too&lt;br /&gt;inhibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably made you cry, didn't I?  Fucking Emo Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.  You are more INTUITIVE than rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  You are more GENTLE than brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Smartass&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Hippie&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Starving Artist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you&lt;br /&gt;could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42%&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is&lt;br /&gt;close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can&lt;br /&gt;determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored&lt;br /&gt;near fifty percent for certain traits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Emo Kid&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Starving Artist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Bitch-Slap&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Brute&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hippie&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Schoolyard Bully&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Class Clown&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Robot&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Haughty Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Spiteful Loner&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Braggart&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Smartass&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/156/664/1566642811609810544/mt1114812086.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="9"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="141"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;6%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Rationality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="14"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="136"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;9%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="11"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="139"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;7%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Brutality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="9"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="141"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;6%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Arrogance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=" 4741219933576750506=""&gt;The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=" 1566642811609810544=""&gt;saint_gasoline&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com%27"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-112001461585853278?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/112001461585853278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=112001461585853278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112001461585853278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/112001461585853278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-not-sure-if-i-believe-this_28.html' title='i&apos;m not sure if i believe this'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111985066919268251</id><published>2005-06-26T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:37:49.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the days, it never rains but it pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Konstantine" Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok so i figured i should actually bother to update this thing. so here's what's been going on in my life lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i LOVE my new job. or, more like, i love getting paid $10/hr to sit at a computer all day.&lt;br /&gt;~i'm getting my NEW CAR either tomorrow or tuesday.. it's a silver '04 toyota corolla.. so much nicer than my current car. and i get to take it to austin!!! YES!&lt;br /&gt;~Texas WON the college world series!!! hook'em, bitches!!&lt;br /&gt;~best news of the day: UT renewed my out-of-state-tuition wavier for next year, which pretty much saved me about $10,000.  fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;~last night i really got to thinking how much things have changed in the past year or two. it feels like i used to not have to worry about anything, life was so simple. life can just be ridiculous now, but i guess thats all part of growing up.  honestly, sometimes i can't *wait* to get back to austin. even though i'm living on my own there, life is a whole lot easier there, or maybe just less dramatic. though maybe that's just because everyone there i have only know for a year, which creates significantly less drama. not that i'm complaining about it here. i love all you albuquerque kids dearly, and you all know that if you have problems you can always come talk to me.  i really do miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;~also, i'm going to phoenix this weekend!! i'm so excited it's ridiculous. i'm seriously counting down the days. i think a weekend away will be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaanyways... i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111985066919268251?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111985066919268251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111985066919268251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111985066919268251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111985066919268251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/these-are-days-it-never-rains-but-it.html' title='these are the days, it never rains but it pours'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111950962641537632</id><published>2005-06-22T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:53:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, that only took a month..</title><content type='html'>so.. yeah. i miss austin :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111950962641537632?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111950962641537632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111950962641537632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111950962641537632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111950962641537632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-that-only-took-month.html' title='well, that only took a month..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111924819113491702</id><published>2005-06-19T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:16:31.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. i hope you know you're my favorite thing about the west coast..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Rooftops" Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so yeah.. hope everyone had i good father's day.&lt;br /&gt;i've added so much music onto my iPod today it's ridiculous. i'm so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be in phoenix for 4th of july.. woohoo, $34 plane tickets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.. you really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; the last good thing about this part of town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111924819113491702?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111924819113491702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111924819113491702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111924819113491702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111924819113491702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hope-you-know-youre-my-favorite.html' title='.. i hope you know you&apos;re my favorite thing about the west coast..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111906130239940783</id><published>2005-06-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:21:42.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack to My Life</title><content type='html'>Cause all the cool kids are doin' it. (Thanks, rick!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF MY LIFE WAS A MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening credits: "Stay (Wastin' Time)" Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking-up scene: "Good Day" Luce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average-day scene: "Superman" Goldfinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy scene fight: "Cute Without the E (Cut From the Team)" Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First-date scene: "Promise" Eve 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring: "The Set Up" Reel Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling-in-love scene: "I'll Take You On" Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing-your-crush scene: "Suspension" Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex scene: "Captain" Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer: "Jack and Diane" John Mellencamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight-with-friend scene: "Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying" Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break up scene: "Stay or Leave" Dave Matthews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get-back-together scene: "Louder Than Words" Unsung Zeros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall: "Playing Favorites" The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family fight scene: "Something of Value" Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak scene: "No Need To Argue" The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental-breakdown: "The View" Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving scene: "3x5" John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On drugs scene: "Captian Jack" Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away scene: "Ocean Avenue" Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: "Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year" Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep-thought scene: "Just Watch the Fireworks" Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party scene: "Hands Up" Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy dance scene: "Get Low" Lil John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow dance scene: "Crash Into Me" Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback scene: "Looking Back On Today" The Ataris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret scene: "Chelsea" Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long-night: "Konstantine" Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase scene: "Hit or Miss" A New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death scene: "In Your Eyes" Aaron Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing credits: "Bend and Not Break" Dashboard Confessional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111906130239940783?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111906130239940783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111906130239940783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111906130239940783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111906130239940783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/soundtrack-to-my-life.html' title='Soundtrack to My Life'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111881444273015512</id><published>2005-06-14T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:47:22.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. and i need to take a pill to make this town feel okay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently Playing: Fall Out Boy "Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Are we growing up or just going down?&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time until we're all found out&lt;br /&gt;Take our tears and put them on ice&lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i know what you're thinking.. laura updating two days in a row.. can it possibly be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, started my new job today. was pretty cool. typing up some boring surveys, but then i got to do some racial profiling. Ok, not really. But i did get to go through the phone book at write down everyone's phone number who has a native american surname so that they getting adequately represented in surveys. that may sound boring to you, but i thought it was fun. maybe its just the fact a get to work with miss jen kahn, who's only the coolest girl ever. who else am i going to be a snobby little northeast heights "omg we have to go south of menaul" girl with? and i had lunch a twisters. mmmmmmm.. twisters. green chile. yum!!! plus green chile pineapple pizza tonight at dion's... *so* delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just checked online and warpted tour tickets are just $26.50 for the denver show. plus i'd have to pitch in for some gas to get up there. but still, thats not bad. fall out boy, here i come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still having mixed feelings about this town. i love college, and i love this town. the two just don't mix together at all. oh well. i think its good to get out into the world and experience new things (hell, i'm experiencing texas for christ's sake) . plus new mexico will still be here when i want to settle down. i feel kinda like an old lady for thinking about things like this. oh well. i'm a dork sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111881444273015512?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111881444273015512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111881444273015512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111881444273015512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111881444273015512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-i-need-to-take-pill-to-make-this.html' title='.. and i need to take a pill to make this town feel okay..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111871502077902386</id><published>2005-06-13T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:11:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be anything you want; i'm glad i got the job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Stay Where I Can See You" The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so... i'm really damn lazy about updating this. eh, what can you do? here's what's been going on in my life this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked a ton, got a better (ahem.. *amazing*) job. as in, starting tomorrow i'm going to be getting paid $10/hour to enter stuff into excel. damn. i'm so excited!! i learned i'm extremely bad at texas hold'em. stupid game. went car shoppping with my dad. i really hope i get a mazda 3, but it will probably be a toyota corolla. oh well. at least ill have a car next year! umm.. got soft contacts.. they're amazing.. i love it. saw star wars for the third time. went to a tea party. i'm probably going to denver on july 17th to catch warped tour and most likely going to tempe some time before that to visit my kick ass bro. oh and did i mention i drank cheap wine and watched for shooting stars?? (props to anyone who can identify what song that's from..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. though i rarely ever just post random song lyrics in here.. oh well, deal with it. i've even italicized the line that i think are *absolutlely amazing*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall Out Boy "Sugar We're Going Down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Am I more than you bargained for yet&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's just who I am this week&lt;br /&gt;Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a notch in your bedpost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you're just a line in a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Drop a heart, break a name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this more than you bargained for yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wishing to be the friction in your jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a notch in your bedpost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you're just a line in a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Drop a heart, break a name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)&lt;br /&gt;A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down (down, down)&lt;br /&gt;Down, down (down, down)&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down (down, down)&lt;br /&gt;A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)&lt;br /&gt;A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ok, so here are some thoughts on these. i always thought its was "a loaded gun complex, cock it and pull it" because.. well.. that just makes sense. but according to the members of fall out boy, the actual lyrics are "a loaded god complex.." which is really interesting. i'll have to think about that for a bit. one thing i love about fall out boy is the fact that they write *amazing* lyrics. kind of like the old eve 6 stuff (theyre new stuff sucks.. but go listen to "promise" by them.. *amazing*.) i mean, lines like "i'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in this song"? "wishing to be the friction in your jeans"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;?? can you get better lyrics that that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; k.. i'm done being a total lyric nerd. have a good night yall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111871502077902386?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111871502077902386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111871502077902386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111871502077902386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111871502077902386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/ill-be-anything-you-want-im-glad-i-got.html' title='i&apos;ll be anything you want; i&apos;m glad i got the job...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111803583211729012</id><published>2005-06-05T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:30:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ass sombrero!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Mr. Brightside" The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was pretty damn good overall. i love hiking. and seriously, new mexico has *the* bluest skies in the world. they are absolutely breathtaking. i really think this is where i want to live the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, driving home i saw probably the COOLEST THING EVER. I'm turning onto paseo from tramway, and there's this guy on a horse, and he's WEARING A SOMBRERO. he's just chillin, ridin his horse next to the busy ass 3 lane road. SO cool. only in new mexico, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, some drama at home, ugh, but CHEESECAKE at flying star and chillin later totally made me feel 100% better. thanks guys!! yall rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111803583211729012?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111803583211729012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111803583211729012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111803583211729012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111803583211729012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/ass-sombrero.html' title='ass sombrero!!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111786860793758569</id><published>2005-06-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:03:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what can i say.. i'm a huge nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Fuck Her Gently" Tenacious D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the 5th sentence&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the sentence in your xanga along with these instructions&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't search for the coolest book; only the one closest to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To begin with, the scientific conclusions would have international ramifications, well beyond providing another demonstration of the utility of DNA typing."  (from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blood Evidence: How DNA is Revolutionizing the Way We Solve Crimes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111786860793758569?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111786860793758569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111786860793758569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111786860793758569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111786860793758569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-can-i-say-im-huge-nerd.html' title='what can i say.. i&apos;m a huge nerd'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111749007823699254</id><published>2005-05-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:54:38.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"..back home i always thought i wanted so much more; now i'm not too sure.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Dressed to Kill" New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah... in only took two weeks here to make me have completely mixed feeling about my life. sometimes i really love it here. i still have an amazingly close social circle here; we can manage to all live in completely different states (seriously.. arizona, new mexico, texas, iowa, indiana, pennsylvania, california, illinois..)  9 months out of the year and then come back here and it's still the same. we're still incredibly close, there's people here i can tell *anything*. we're always *so* honest with each othere here, its really refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this summer is still going to be really long, and i miss texas wayyyy too ridiculously much (how pathetic is this: i wish i was at tssec right now helping everyone out). but the more i think about it, the more i can see myself ending up here, living here the rest of my life, raising a family here etc. i'm so glad i'm going out of state for college, i would hate going to college here, but at the same time it makes me realize exactly what this place has to offer. so yeah, as much as i bitch about having to be here this summer, yeah.. you can just tell me to shut up and stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111749007823699254?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111749007823699254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111749007823699254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111749007823699254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111749007823699254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-home-i-always-thought-i-wanted-so.html' title='&quot;..back home i always thought i wanted so much more; now i&apos;m not too sure..&quot;'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111707456017550900</id><published>2005-05-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:28:59.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..she wants to be a model..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "I Want to Save You" by Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everyone needs to just chill the fuck out. especially myself. god i really hate this town sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1115769639padme amidala.JPG'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=34136'&gt;Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111707456017550900?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111707456017550900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111707456017550900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111707456017550900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111707456017550900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/05/she-wants-to-be-model.html' title='..she wants to be a model..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111691195283724308</id><published>2005-05-23T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:19:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. i'm missing your laugh, how do you sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Playing: "We're So Far Away" Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so yeah... i'm getting pretty lazy about updating this thing. eh, what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see. i'm in albuquerque now!! yay? i've been here about the week. honestly, it's about the same. i swear sometimes its like time stops whenever i step foot into this town. but other than that i love love LOVE being able to see the stars at night, the kick ass sunsets, and does anyone want to go hiking with me sometime soon? yeah, ive been hanging out with THE COOLEST BROTHER EVER a lot lately while he's in town. rick, you seriously rock my world. OH and i've been having a blast hanging out with old friends. you guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey.. i got a job. (already, i know.. i feel so motivated :D). I'm working at athena's market cafe (or, as i call it, anthony's mom's restaurant) so you guys should come eat while i'm working and say hi! that'd be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg.. star wars episode iii MIGHT just be the best movie. ever. i'm obsessed. ive only seen it once, though. i NEED to go again. hell, i NEED money. gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that.. yeah i miss austin a little (ok, a lot). i'm SO sad i'm not going back this weekend at tssec... yall (try) and have fun for me there, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111691195283724308?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111691195283724308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111691195283724308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111691195283724308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111691195283724308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-missing-your-laugh-how-do-you-sleep.html' title='.. i&apos;m missing your laugh, how do you sleep?'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111621881621735003</id><published>2005-05-15T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:46:56.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"..come back to texas.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently Playing: "Under Pressure" (cover) by The Used and My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ok ready for a sappy sentimental entry??&lt;br /&gt;tonights my last night in Austin for three months. my first year of college is effectively over (just have to get through that last final tomorrow morning.) UMM... WHERE THE HELL DID THIS YEAR GO?! it seriously feels like ive only been here about 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, there were this times this year when i was like "why the hell did i decide i just had to go to flippin TEXAS.. why didn't i choose california/arizona/new mexico etc etc etc." but yeah. overall, i'm so glad i did choose to go here. after one year here, i'm fairly confident in that decision :D and yeah, who would have thought little shy laura could walk into a school of 50,000 people not knowing ANYONE and manage to make about a zillion kick ass friends and have the fuckin time of her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas.. i'm gonna miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111621881621735003?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111621881621735003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111621881621735003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111621881621735003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111621881621735003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/05/come-back-to-texas.html' title='&quot;..come back to texas..&quot;'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111560990340277336</id><published>2005-05-08T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:38:23.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CBE5FE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Political Profile&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCE2FE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 40% Conservative, 60% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDFFE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CFDCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D0D8FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1D5FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D2D2FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/liborconquiz/"&gt;How Liberal / Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111560990340277336?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111560990340277336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111560990340277336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111560990340277336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111560990340277336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-political-profile-overall-40.html' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111526941721028777</id><published>2005-05-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:03:37.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="'75%'" border="1" cellpadding="8" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" bg style="color:'#FFFFFF';"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial,Helvetica';"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:'+2';color:'#0000C0';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:'+4';color:'#C00000';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:'+2';color:'#0000C0';"&gt;Republican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" bg style="color:'#FFFFFF';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times;font-size:'+1';color:'#000000';"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;"Congratulations, you're a swing voter.  When they say 'Soccer Mom', they mean you.  Every Democratic ad on the TV set was made just for your viewing enjoyment.  Don't you feel &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="'http://paulkienitz.net/republican.html'"&gt;Are You A Republican?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111526941721028777?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111526941721028777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111526941721028777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111526941721028777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111526941721028777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am42republican.html' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111498531689328147</id><published>2005-05-01T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:08:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my, what a weekend..</title><content type='html'>highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my parents are in town!!&lt;br /&gt;-broomball kicked ass&lt;br /&gt;-toga party... eh&lt;br /&gt;-band-o-rama was cool, but made for one long saturday&lt;br /&gt;-last night was.. well.. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;-but i had to get up early today and look all pretty.. gah.&lt;br /&gt;-and i'm so tired now, and i have so much to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i said before, last night was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/photo/335160960/335163625PHrmAH"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have no idea who this girl is, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111498531689328147?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111498531689328147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111498531689328147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#99DDFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;American Cities That Best Fit You:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ADDAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65% San Diego&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2D6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% Honolulu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6D3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Austin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBCFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Denver&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% San Francisco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/americancitiesbestfitquiz/"&gt;Which American Cities Best Fit You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg austin's on there too? what do you know..&lt;div 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diego'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111466271334266177</id><published>2005-04-27T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:33:56.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bend and Not Break" Dashboard Confessional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I catalog these steps now&lt;br /&gt;Decisive and intentioned&lt;br /&gt;precise and patterned specifically to yours.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talented at breathing&lt;br /&gt;Especially exhaling&lt;br /&gt;So that my chest will rise and fall with yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm careful not to wake you&lt;br /&gt;Fearing conversation&lt;br /&gt;It's better just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And keep you pacified&lt;br /&gt;I'm talented with reason&lt;br /&gt;I cover all the angles&lt;br /&gt;I can fail before I ever try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand there's an old mistake that fools will make&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away&lt;br /&gt;Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)&lt;br /&gt;Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairly agile&lt;br /&gt;I can bend and not break&lt;br /&gt;Or I can break and take it with a smile&lt;br /&gt;And I am so resilient&lt;br /&gt;I recover quickly&lt;br /&gt;I'll convince you soon that I am fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand there's and old mistake that fools will make&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away&lt;br /&gt;Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)&lt;br /&gt;Wont you hold me now (For you I rise, for you I fall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close to you, just hold me close to you&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close to you, just hold me close to you, to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try to understand there's and old mistake that fools will make&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away&lt;br /&gt;So wont you hold me now?&lt;br /&gt;Wont you hold me now?&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, now, now, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111466271334266177?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111466271334266177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111466271334266177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rocks my world. and sunday was pretty cool because i went shopping with my favorite girlies ever all day. and i got a pretty cute banquet dress. the only problem is it's like bright pink. i mean, it's not obnoxious or anything, it's actually pretty hott, but i just don't usually wear something so... noticable. oh well. i love it... it's all pretty and flowy. all i need now are some shoes to match it. anyone feel like going shoe shopping with me any time soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that... mondays suck. i was up til like 330am yesterday for absolutely no reason, i just couldn't make myself sleep. so of course, i then slept through my alarm and woke up 4 minutes before my 9am class. i was only 10 minutes late, though. my bad. but that kinda put the rest of my day out of whack, and it just was kinda blah all day. i still blame the weather for most of that, though. damn you clouds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what else sucks? i can't register until thursday, and the o-chem class i wanted into is already closed. thats right, not waitlisted, CLOSED. which means i'm (if i'm lucky) am going to have the shitty prof at 8am MWF. oh the joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111448372967710698?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111448372967710698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111448372967710698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111448372967710698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111448372967710698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-such-bum.html' title='i&apos;m such a bum'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111405626092202803</id><published>2005-04-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:04:20.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep your head up, the colors are beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so today i'm only focusing on the things that made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*i went to all my classes&lt;br /&gt;*conversation in bio discussion:&lt;br /&gt;    student: "but why did you say herbivorous.."&lt;br /&gt;    TA: "i didn't say herbivorous."&lt;br /&gt;    student: stares blankly&lt;br /&gt;    TA: "but happy 4.20, by the way."&lt;br /&gt;        TA proceeds to mention 4.20 three more times in class... good times&lt;br /&gt;*calculus discussion was 5 minutes long, and consisted only of the TA telling us exactly what to study for our quiz next week&lt;br /&gt;*dinner was fun. alyssa, you rock! we need to do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;*i got half of my chem lab done. two days before it's due. hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;*quotes from seinfeld:&lt;br /&gt;    jerry: "what percentage of men would you say are attractive?"&lt;br /&gt;    elaine: "i don't know. about 25."&lt;br /&gt;    jerry: "are you kidding? it's only like 5 or 6!"&lt;br /&gt;    elaine: "so you're saying 95% of people are undatable?"&lt;br /&gt;    jerry: "yes!"&lt;br /&gt;    elaine: "then how do all these people get together with someone?"&lt;br /&gt;    jerry: "alcohol!"&lt;br /&gt;*and... here's to hoping for a better tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111405626092202803?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111405626092202803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111405626092202803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111405626092202803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111405626092202803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/04/keep-your-head-up-colors-are-beautiful.html' title='keep your head up, the colors are beautiful'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111397372847565800</id><published>2005-04-19T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:08:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so according to the internet, i don't have an accent..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111397372847565800?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111397372847565800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111397372847565800' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so.. crazy weekend. relay for life was fun. then saturday... oh saturday. Q night rocked. thats all i have to say. &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/324060174kfysPk"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; some photographic evidence of its awesomeness. (props to miss erin teater who's webshots i'm mooching off of). yeah. dinner was fun, karaoke totally rocked, and the rest... yeah. i'm not sure where to start. let's just say it was crazy awesome, a night i'm sure we'll all remember (hopefully we can..) for awhile. ridiculous. Q YALL ROCK MY WORLD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday.. third degree!! yay we're all active now! it is amazing.. and as everyone else has said in their blogs, it has been an incredible semester that i am so proud to have shared with you girls. i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, because this entry was getting to be just a little too happy..&lt;br /&gt;REASON I HATE UT HOUSING #82736: cable tv and the INTERNET (the horror..) went out in kinsolving for most of yesterday and all of last night. the night i needed to write my entire bio paper, so i had to go to the library and use wireless. so annoying, considering i'm PAYING for this internet, and it better damn well always be working. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. thats all i have for now. yay Q!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111383971227547856?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111383971227547856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111383971227547856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111383971227547856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111383971227547856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-for-sentimental-entry.html' title='time for a sentimental entry..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111336560162117824</id><published>2005-04-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:13:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have so many awesome, supportive people in my life. i just wanted to thank yall for always being there for me. you rock!! yeah, you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111336560162117824?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111336560162117824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111336560162117824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111336560162117824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111336560162117824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-so-many-awesome-supportive.html' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111319619573999785</id><published>2005-04-10T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:09:55.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..can you still feel the butterflies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so yeah... i havn't written a real entry thing in this thing in forever. lame, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so yeah... it's been a crazy couple of weeks. I really should be studying some bio right now... yeah thats obviously not happening. i wish i could be a professional procrastinator. man i'd be so good at that job. professional procrastinator/nap taker... that's totally me. so anyways, my point is i should be studying but instead i'm updating my blog, something that obviously desperately needs to be done. obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways... my new favorite song is "For Me This is Heaven" by Jimmy Eat World. I've only had that song on my iTunes for like a week and my playcount for it is already over 100...(thats like almost 7 hours of JUST listening to that song) and that's just how many times i've played it on my computer, not my iPod. it's ridiculous. but yeah... i'm way into jimmy eat world's older stuff all of a sudden. yall should check it out, its way good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a really good day. me and megan decided we wanted to go to the mall, but we didn't feel like putting on "real" clothes, so we totally just went in sweats and tshirts. and we proceeded to just be incredibly girly and spend way too much money on clothes and try on a million dresses and stuff. and had really awesome friend/roommate bonding experiences... i won't go into details, but we are really kinda weird/pathetic. oh well. fun times. (YESSSSSSS. walk out, turn left and go 74 1/2 yards and you'll run right into it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tomorrow me and megan are signing our APARTMENT LEASE!!!!! :D!!!! words can't describe how excited i am for that. next year will kick SO much ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and a week from now i will be an ACTIVE!!! woohoo, no more pledging, although i did really enjoy it. i love all my Q girls so much. WE ROCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111319619573999785?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111319619573999785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111319619573999785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111319619573999785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111319619573999785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/04/can-you-still-feel-butterflies.html' title='..can you still feel the butterflies?'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111284290861381031</id><published>2005-04-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:01:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Eros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/eros.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about the passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chances are, you're currently in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong physical response to love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are great at committing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As long as the person makes your toes curl!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111284290861381031?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111284290861381031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111284290861381031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111284290861381031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111284290861381031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-love-style-is-eros-for-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111276054175978530</id><published>2005-04-05T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T21:09:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the cool kids are doing it..</title><content type='html'>THREE YEARS AGO, I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Was a sophomore in high school&lt;br /&gt;2. Was finally becoming a little bit of a social butterfly&lt;br /&gt;3. Umm.. it wasn't that exciting of a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE YEAR AGO, I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Was a senior in high school&lt;br /&gt;2. Thought I would end up going to school in california&lt;br /&gt;3. Was pretty naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR, I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Moved to Texas!! :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Grew up. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have done a million things I never thought I would..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY, I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Studied my ass off&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched some basketball &lt;br /&gt;3. And.. then studied some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, I...&lt;br /&gt;1. Took two tests&lt;br /&gt;2. Finally cleaned my room.. yay&lt;br /&gt;3. Had interviews, meetings, and such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE ITEMS I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;1. iPod&lt;br /&gt;2. Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;3. The internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SONGS I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO ARE...&lt;br /&gt;1. "I Won't Spend Another Night Alone" The Ataris&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hands Down" Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;3. "I Want Your Girlfried to Be My Girlfriend, Too" Reel Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP THREE LOCATIONS I'D LIKE TO RUN AWAY TO ARE...&lt;br /&gt;1. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2. New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;3. California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life___&lt;br /&gt;they call me: Laura&lt;br /&gt;sex: female&lt;br /&gt;my first breath of air: July 8, 1986&lt;br /&gt;age: 18&lt;br /&gt;status: single&lt;br /&gt;music: Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;craving: sleep!&lt;br /&gt;thinking of: i'm not sure why i'm wasting all this time filling this out...&lt;br /&gt;hating: nothing, really. hate is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____LOVE?_____&lt;br /&gt;love is: sublime&lt;br /&gt;first love: i'm not sure if it was "love"&lt;br /&gt;current love: sleep&lt;br /&gt;love or lust?: both are necessary&lt;br /&gt;best love song: "Hands Down" Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to be in love w/ more than one person @ the same time?: platonically&lt;br /&gt;true or false - all you need is love: i'm going with amber's awesome answer and saying that love just makes you need less of everything else&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been in love?: I want to say yes, but I know it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;is there such thing as love @ first sight?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______SEX______&lt;br /&gt;turn ons: confidence, sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;turn offs: being fake, boring, or selfish&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest thing someone can do for you?: keep promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____PICKY PICKY____&lt;br /&gt;dog or cat: dog&lt;br /&gt;short or long hair: longish?&lt;br /&gt;sunshine or rain: sunshine!!!&lt;br /&gt;moon or sun: moon. just because i love the night.&lt;br /&gt;basketball or football: FOOTBALL baby!&lt;br /&gt;righty or lefty: Right&lt;br /&gt;hugs or kisses: both!&lt;br /&gt;1 best friend or 10 acquaintances: can i have 5 pretty good friends?&lt;br /&gt;bf/gf or best friend: both in one person would be ideal&lt;br /&gt;tv or radio: tv&lt;br /&gt;summer or winter: summer!!&lt;br /&gt;written letters or e-mails: written. although it never happens.&lt;br /&gt;playstation or nintendo: i'm not a video games person&lt;br /&gt;disney or nickelodeon: nickelodeon&lt;br /&gt;car or motorcycle: car&lt;br /&gt;house party or club: house party! of course its not like i can get into clubs..&lt;br /&gt;sing or dance: both at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;yahoo messenger or aim: AIM&lt;br /&gt;google or ask jeeves?: google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____MISCELLANEOUS____&lt;br /&gt;what are you scared of?: failure. and heights.&lt;br /&gt;what is your greatest accomplishment?: ummm.. getting into ut and moving out here on my own?&lt;br /&gt;last doctor visit: like a month ago&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____Number_____&lt;br /&gt;of times you've been in love? never&lt;br /&gt;of boys you have kissed? around 10ish..&lt;br /&gt;of times your name has appeared in a newspaper? a couple&lt;br /&gt;of scars on your body?: one thats noticable&lt;br /&gt;of things in your past you regret? i don't regret. life's a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE:&lt;br /&gt;pretty? tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;hot? with two t's&lt;br /&gt;friendly? sure&lt;br /&gt;ugly? uh.. hopefully not&lt;br /&gt;loveable? yeah&lt;br /&gt;caring? definately&lt;br /&gt;sweet? i think so..&lt;br /&gt;dorky? totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;least favorite day: wednesday&lt;br /&gt;flower: tulips&lt;br /&gt;jewelry: necklace&lt;br /&gt;season: summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSON WHO LAST:&lt;br /&gt;slept in your bed: myself&lt;br /&gt;saw you cry: i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;sent you an email: don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;said i love you and meant it? not really&lt;br /&gt;went out in public in pjs? put on real clothes for an 8am class? yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;kept a secret from everyone? yeah&lt;br /&gt;been to new york? nope&lt;br /&gt;to california? numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN/ WHAT WAS:&lt;br /&gt;last cry: within the last month&lt;br /&gt;last book read: The Honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: definitely some time today&lt;br /&gt;last tv show: basketball game last night?&lt;br /&gt;last thing in your past you regret? like a said.. i try not to regret.&lt;br /&gt;showered: Today&lt;br /&gt;last shoes worn: flip flops&lt;br /&gt;last cd played: Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;last thing written: something in my planner&lt;br /&gt;last word spoken: later &lt;br /&gt;last IM: crap. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;last sexual fantasy: next question..&lt;br /&gt;last ice cream eaten: milkshake at players tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111276054175978530?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111276054175978530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111276054175978530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111276054175978530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111276054175978530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-cool-kids-are-doing-it.html' title='all the cool kids are doing it..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111224874799008933</id><published>2005-03-30T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:43:58.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm mad, can't you tell? &gt;:|</title><content type='html'>so... last night all the water went off in my dorm. thats like 800 girls without water, expected to go outside and across a street into the next dorm over and use their guest bathroom. gahhh. i had to buy a bottle of water just because i seriously have problems going to sleep without washing my face and brushing my teeth. then they decide to put the water back on for like 2 hours this morning so people can take showers. so of course the entire dorm is taking a shower, so theres no water pressure whatsoever. then i come back after my 9am class and the water is off AGAIN... apparently it didnt come on until like 6pm. its still working now, but we'll see how long it lasts. gahh. and then, to top it off, our internet randomly started cutting out.. i just now got it back. so needless to say, i just LOVE ut housing. i swear our roof is going to collapse next or something... (knocks on wood..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111224874799008933?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111224874799008933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111224874799008933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111224874799008933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111224874799008933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-mad-cant-you-tell.html' title='i&apos;m mad, can&apos;t you tell? &gt;:|'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111205743721563043</id><published>2005-03-28T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T16:50:37.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>i just did another one of those lame internet surveys. but oh do i love the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#c5a033"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ff69b4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#aa5f85"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ffb4d9"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ff875a"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ffb45a"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;fall out boy is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their new cd is coming out may 3rd.. oh and i'm excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111205743721563043?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111205743721563043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111205743721563043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111205743721563043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111205743721563043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111197399990657676</id><published>2005-03-27T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:39:59.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in 1963&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:+6;color:#0000CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1963  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yearbelongquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111197399990657676?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111197399990657676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111197399990657676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111197399990657676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111197399990657676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/really.html' title='really..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111186060515485507</id><published>2005-03-26T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T10:10:05.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from jen's journal..  in my pants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Put your playlist on shuffle. Pick the first 25 songs that come up and add "In my pants"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Something Corporate- Down.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;2.  Howie Day- I'll Take You On.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;3. Yellowcard- Back Home.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;4. Fall Out Boy- Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;5. Coheed and Cambria- A Favor House Atlantic.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;6. Something Corporate- I Want to Save You.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;7. Yellowcard- Ocean Avenue.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;8. Dashboard Confessional- So Impossible.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;9. Aaron Lewis- In Your Eyes.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;10. The Ataris- 1*15*96.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;11. The Thrills- Faded Beauty Queens.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;12. Luce- Good Day.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;13. Joseph Arthur- Honey and the Moon.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;14. Taking Back Sunday- The Blue Channel.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;15. Modest Mouse- The View.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;16. Yellowcard- Something of Value.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;17. Something Corporate- Hurricane.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;18. Dave Matthews- Stay or Leave.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;19. Blink 182- Feelin' This.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;20. Counting Crows- Accidently in Love.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;21. Jimmy Eat World- Hear You Me.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;22. Goldfinger- Superman.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;23. The Ataris- Your Boyfriend Sucks.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;24. Reel Big Fish- The Setup.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;25. Five For Fighting- Angels and Girlfriends.. in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i had *way* too much fun with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111186060515485507?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111186060515485507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111186060515485507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111186060515485507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111186060515485507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/from-jens-journal-in-my-pants.html' title='from jen&apos;s journal..  in my pants!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111177160542944541</id><published>2005-03-25T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:29:13.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dude.. those were the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1109518225untitled.bmp'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=9097'&gt;Which Old School Nickelodeon Show Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that show fuckin ROCKED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111177160542944541?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111177160542944541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111177160542944541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111177160542944541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111177160542944541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/dude-those-were-days_25.html' title='dude.. those were the days'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111138768648701395</id><published>2005-03-20T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:48:06.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111138768648701395?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111138768648701395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111138768648701395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111138768648701395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111138768648701395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111133656725546252</id><published>2005-03-20T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T08:36:07.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love mooching off the albuquerque airport's free wireless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... spring break was pretty awesome. the snow was insane. but seeing everyone was really, really amazing. i needed that. now to get back to austin and attempt to catch up in school... i can do it, right? anyways.. recap of my week here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yay playing golf is fun!&lt;br /&gt;-8 inches of snow? in march?!&lt;br /&gt;-woohoo i have acheived RED PANTS!&lt;br /&gt;-just chilling is awesome&lt;br /&gt;-my family rocks!&lt;br /&gt;-catching up with rick at frontier, satelite (yeah coffee)&lt;br /&gt;-and more chillin with friends... i &lt;3 you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. from the looks of that, my spring break was really boring. it wasnt, i promise. i just don't feel like going into details. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111133656725546252?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111133656725546252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111133656725546252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111133656725546252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111133656725546252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-mooching-off-albuquerque.html' title='i love mooching off the albuquerque airport&apos;s free wireless!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111048500319389801</id><published>2005-03-10T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T12:03:23.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..we could leave this town and run forever</title><content type='html'>its 81 degrees out! hell yes!! *this* is why i love texas.&lt;br /&gt;i lived through midterms... barely. &lt;br /&gt;i've had like this migrane/earache thing for the past 24 hours or so... and have no idea why. but it might be one of the most painful things ive lived through. ok, not really.. but its bad. arrgh. &lt;br /&gt;so here's the list of majors ive considered switching to in the last 24 hours:&lt;br /&gt;-biochemistry&lt;br /&gt;-chemical engineering&lt;br /&gt;-business&lt;br /&gt;-music studies&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111048500319389801?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111048500319389801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111048500319389801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111048500319389801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111048500319389801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-could-leave-this-town-and-run.html' title='..we could leave this town and run forever'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111026837683731082</id><published>2005-03-07T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:52:56.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.. i understand now</title><content type='html'>check it out (thanks megan) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://voorn.tripod.com/schools.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of these choices, i'm *so* glad i'm a longhorn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111026837683731082?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111026837683731082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111026837683731082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111026837683731082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111026837683731082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha-i-understand-now.html' title='haha.. i understand now'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-111016647983973584</id><published>2005-03-06T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:34:39.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the first star you see...</title><content type='html'>so this weekend? very unproductive in terms of schoolwork. like i dont know what the hell i did the whole time. actually, i do. it was sisterly bonding, followed by ut beating osu in oklahoma (hook'em!) and then some more (drunken) sisterly bonding. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;, yall rock!!! i love my pledge sisters so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-111016647983973584?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/111016647983973584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=111016647983973584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111016647983973584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/111016647983973584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-first-star-you-see.html' title='when the first star you see...'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-110981866938749315</id><published>2005-03-02T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T18:57:49.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"so what would you think of me now... so lucky, so strong, so proud?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude.. i love jimmy eat world. they totally know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. so i'm in one of those random emo moods, apparently. as in.. just skip this entry now. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i need a wake up call. like what the hell am i doing with my life? i go to calc every day.. but leave like after 10 minutes... got a c on the last exam (it was curved to a b).. dont ever do the homework, just copy my answer key... and dont seem the least bit worried. i know this shit's going to catch up with me. i'm behind in everything. and somehow i cant make the effort to change that. its like after spending 18 years of caring... i cant anymore. what the hell? and i have so many awesome people in my life... and i'm being so lazy. and cynical. and way too sarcastic. and picky. nothings ever good enought for me, apparently. and its not like i know what i want. wow... listen to me.. i'm such an ungreatful bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i sincerely appologize to anyone who actually read this entry.  never mind. dude... internet blogs are lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-110981866938749315?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-110970052269988560</id><published>2005-03-01T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:15:50.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>half of cook's survey... (it was really long and i'm really lazy)</title><content type='html'>-----------------DESCRIBE--------------- &lt;p&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;[x] The shoes you wore today:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flip flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your eyes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue/green/grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your fears: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never finding the love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------WHAT IS------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your most overused phrase on aim: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your thoughts first waking up: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alarm.. turn off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;face and/or body. depends on the angle i'm looking at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your best physical feature: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't know. stomach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your bedtime: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your most missed memory:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; living where there are mountains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------YOU PREFER------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pepsi or Coke: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] McDonald's or Burger King: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neither. wendy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Single or group dates: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single. unless you dont like the guy. then group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Adidas or Nike: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Chocolate or vanilla: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cappuccino or coffee: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cappuccino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------DO YOU------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Smoke: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Curse: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;considerably less rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Take a shower everyday: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have any crushes?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Who are they: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;riiight. like i'm going to post that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you think you've been in love? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thought i was at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Want to go to college: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah... and i'd like to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Like high school: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. good memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Want to get married: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Believe in yourself: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Get motion sickness: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Think you're a health freak: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freak? no. but conserned about being healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Get along with your parents: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Like thunderstorms: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------IN THE PAST MONTH DID / HAVE YOU--------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone to the mall: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten sushi: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on stage:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes. band concert! yay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been dumped: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone skating: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made homemade cookies: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do slice and bake count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dyed your hair: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stolen anything: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Flown on a plane: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Missed school just because?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Told a guy/girl that you liked them?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried during a Movie?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the time. i'm a wuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ever thought an animated character was hot?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not that i can remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had an imaginary friend: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cut your hair: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had crush on a teacher?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been caught "doing something": &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been called a tease: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes. but he totally was lying. maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten beaten up?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------THE FUTURE------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Age you hope to be married: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Numbers of Children: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Descibe your Dream Wedding: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marrying the perfect guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] How do you want to die?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] What country would you most like to visit?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------OPPOSITE SEX------------------&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best eye color: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best hair color:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Short or long hair: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long-ish. not short at all, but not too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best height: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 feet or over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Best body size: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Average? built?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. Relationship stuff&lt;br /&gt;do you have a boyfriend?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes: how long have you two been together?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever kissed in a park?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a pool?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the beach?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your bedroom?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;Where do you shop most often: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your fashion is cool?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn straight it's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes.. ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want pierced?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bellybutton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tattoo?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it or What do you want?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe a small one on my hip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do drugs?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, i am in college..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo and Conditioner do you use?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neutrogena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere where would it be?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would u take with you?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howie Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you talking to right now?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one. i'm being antisocial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:14PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own phone line? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shoes do you wear?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ones that fit me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What clothes do you sleep in?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pajama pants/shorts and tank top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-110970052269988560?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/110970052269988560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=110970052269988560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110970052269988560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110970052269988560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/03/half-of-cooks-survey-it-was-really.html' title='half of cook&apos;s survey... (it was really long and i&apos;m really lazy)'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-110956916540599698</id><published>2005-02-27T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:39:25.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vote for pedro and all your wildest dreams will come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spring is in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so its been a pretty good weekend. incredibly unproductive, but good. let's see.. friday night megans 'rents took me, her, and shan out for dinner, and then we decided to be good little texas nerds and go see man of the house. worst movie ever, but in all the scenes with the UT band, that was the actual longhorn band from last year, so knew like everyone in it! it was so cool!! but yeah, in terms of the actual plot of the movie.. its god awful. i predict it will be out on dvd by the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt; saturday, woke up early to help out with project 2005. pretty much consisted of us trying to clean up some allyways in some not so nice parts of east austin. yeah, we kept on hearing sirens and all the billboards were in spanish. but it would have been a really good project if it wasnt pouring down rain and they provided us with better gloves. when you keep on finding hyperdermic needles and stuff, little plastic gloves probably arent going to cut it. but for me at least, it was an eye-opening experience. after that, me, erin, and lauren proceeded to stuff our faces at wendy's, and then decided to rent super size me. yeah never eating fast food (except for wendy's because its sooo gooood) again.  then dave calls me, we go out to dinner, and then watch american beauty with megan (i will corrupt her yet!!). then dave leaves and me and megan decide to hit up another party. ok, we're just exiting off mopac on our way to ther and we're stopped at the light at far west. and right in front of us this guy goes through the light turning left, skids on the wet roads, runs into a guard rail and flips his car. megan pulls over and dials 911, and we tentitively get out of the car to see if everythings ok. theres only one guy in the car and he's conscience, but we cant really ask him anything because he only speaks spanish. finally the fire dept. shows up and gets the guy out ok. then the cops take down me and megan's story and we're on our way. yeah. crazy.&lt;br /&gt; and today.. the weather is so beautiful. and i can really feel the beginnings of spring. its awesome. i'm so very happily single, but with many possibilities... the perfect situation to be in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-110956916540599698?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/110956916540599698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=110956916540599698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110956916540599698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110956916540599698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/02/vote-for-pedro-and-all-your-wildest_27.html' title='vote for pedro and all your wildest dreams will come true'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-110922527381342128</id><published>2005-02-23T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:07:53.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll leave when i wanna..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so yeah.. stressful start to the week. its totally unfair to ever expect any college student to have 3 tests in a row. anyways, i got an 88 on chem and an 89 on calc (72 without the curve.. thank god for ridiculous math profs who actually curve..). so yeah. monday and tuesday sucked, but today was ok. beautiful weather outside, didnt wake up until 11 (nevermind that 9am bio lecture..) didnt have band, fun interview at starbucks, and a productive night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good eye, sniper. i'll shoot, you run"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"fate fell short this time.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-110922527381342128?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/110922527381342128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=110922527381342128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110922527381342128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110922527381342128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/02/ill-leave-when-i-wanna.html' title='i&apos;ll leave when i wanna..'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-110900819864558246</id><published>2005-02-21T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T09:49:58.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so yeah... can you say crazy ass weekend? i don't even know where to begin. i should be studying for my 3 exams that i have within the next 26 hours or so... but yeah.. what can ya do? random thoughts on this past weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ihop at 6AM? i guess it was pretty fun&lt;br /&gt;*i'm so sick of rain&lt;br /&gt;*getting all ready/pretty for fancy banquets takes *forever*. though i have been getting more lazy on my appearance this semester.&lt;br /&gt;*wow... hotels dont seem to card for big frat banquets&lt;br /&gt;*and if your date is willing to blow $6.50 per margarita for you, why not?&lt;br /&gt;*and... more alcohol. free this time. i guess phi psi alumni sure are loyal.&lt;br /&gt;*back to the dorm to go with megan to a different party&lt;br /&gt;*wow.. more people here than i expected. it was good to see everyone together again.&lt;br /&gt;*the shmirnoff watermelon twists taste like jolly ranchers!&lt;br /&gt;*wow.. creepy guys who look like an ugly, stoned kid rock hitting on you constantly are NOT cool at all&lt;br /&gt;*note to everyone-- don't be dumb like some people i know and mix weed and alcohol&lt;br /&gt;*driving around to every hospital in north austin trying to find your friend at 3AM is not fun. but i guess you find out which people are your real, loyal friends.&lt;br /&gt;*i'm so glad everyone is ok now&lt;br /&gt;*and then sunday... LOTS of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... back to cramming for my government midterm (on PRESIDENTS day... the irony..) that's in about 2 hours... so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-110900819864558246?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/110900819864558246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=110900819864558246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110900819864558246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110900819864558246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/02/weekend-updates.html' title='weekend updates'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-110869664663330286</id><published>2005-02-17T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:21:13.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm such a dork</title><content type='html'>ok, i don't know who the new guy working in the little convience store thingy downstairs in my dorm is, but oh my god he is amazingly hot. and of course, i have to stand there and hold a conversation with him in my glasses with my hair all blah because ive been studying as im buying red bull and gum... such a dork. but oh my god.... gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the oc was fucking awesome!! and OMG ITS GOING TO BE SO GOOD NEXT WEEK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-110869664663330286?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/110869664663330286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=110869664663330286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110869664663330286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110869664663330286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-such-dork.html' title='i&apos;m such a dork'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-110860368873667698</id><published>2005-02-16T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:28:08.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you're crazy and i'm crazy about you.."</title><content type='html'>so yeah... lonnnnnnnnng day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out with me really,  really not wanted to get up for my 9am bio lecture. bleh. it was bad. so i started taking vitamins in an effort for me to not be so exhausted all the time (you know, instead of actually get sleep and/or eating semi-regularly).  and then, i had a tbs interview, so i couldnt even go take a nap afterwards. but the interview actually was pretty fun. and then... tortilla soup for lunch! yes!! followed by my bio discussion. we got our tests back in there. yeah i totally got a 103 without even really trying... diversity and ecology definitely is the most bs of all the bio classes ive taken so far. and theres this guy in my bio class... i feel way bad because i cant remember his name... asked me to go to this founder's day banquet thingy at the hyatt this saturday. apparently its for some frat he's in (the name of which i cant actually remember now either... oooops.  but there house is somewhere on 24th street so i think i can figure it out.) so yeah...  he's not incredibly cute, but not horribly unattractive. and im probably being my way to fucking picky self. but i mean... a frat guy? meh... however, megan made me promise i'd go. so yeah. free meal at any rate, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-110860368873667698?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/110860368873667698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=110860368873667698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110860368873667698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110860368873667698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/02/youre-crazy-and-im-crazy-about-you.html' title='&quot;you&apos;re crazy and i&apos;m crazy about you..&quot;'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857749.post-110849690016625860</id><published>2005-02-15T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T11:48:20.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out!</title><content type='html'>yay for starting a new blog... i was kinda getting sick of my old one. I still may update it occasionally, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857749-110849690016625860?l=utpookiebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/feeds/110849690016625860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857749&amp;postID=110849690016625860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110849690016625860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857749/posts/default/110849690016625860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utpookiebear.blogspot.com/2005/02/check-it-out.html' title='check it out!'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356518269113924374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
