<?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-3597472</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:54:34.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>++ i think, therefore i am single.</title><subtitle type='html'>christine = ugly, vain, looks tall but not so much, sardonic, tells pointless stories, sadistic, witty, clever, slow, retarded, listens to the best music, html retarded, deprived, amusing neurotic, insane, feels like a big blob at times, has enough free time, not enough homework time, mean, evil, recovering vocabulary whore, elvis impressionator,very boring, don't read this blog. you might overdose, it's addicting.  it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;i&gt; as bad as they said it would be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-86254669</id><published>2002-12-18T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T22:40:36.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/vitriol/dsc_379.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-86254669?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/86254669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/86254669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86254669' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83703259</id><published>2002-10-28T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T23:47:02.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Case of the Dead Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blog has been murdered.  Who dun it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnesses claim that his last words were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*&amp;(*&amp;%&amp;%^**&amp;*&amp;*&amp;*__%$$$#@%^^&amp;&amp;ahhhhhbloooooddyyyyy*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators are swarming the blogsite to find any evidence that will put an end to this sad loss.  After hours and hours of interrogation,  it has been concluded that Blog's Guardian, Ms. Christine Nguyen is not a suspect.  Ms. Nguyen is the sole beneficiary of the Blog estate and will inherit a mass fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statement was released today by Ms. Nguyen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will miss my much adored blog...my place of comfort, anger management, and just all around bashing.  I spilled my heart and soul to my only confidant, the only friend there in my time of need, the only friend that would listen when no one else would.  My dearest Blog never judged me and respected my opinions without confrontation.   This tragedy has thrown me into infinite sadness.  I will always cherish you Blog, I love you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farwell,  Good Riddens, Will never Forget the times we have shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Bloggy Woggy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog's Tombstone reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here Lies Blog&lt;br /&gt;Died in Vain&lt;br /&gt;Unable to Make Christine Sane"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To donate to Blog's favorite charity, BAVA (Blogs Against Verbal Abuse), please make checks out to Ms. Nguyen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Million bucks to the one who finds out the person responsible for taking away the light of my life.  This criminal will wear a giant red BK (not Burger King you idiot) on his chest that will stand for BLOG KILLER.  May God have mercy on your soul you evil predator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83703259?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83703259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83703259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83703259' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83695729</id><published>2002-10-28T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T20:54:16.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to my favorite store today......SUPER TARGET...haven't been there in some while.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was rummaging through the magazines...a mother and child were standing next to me....now i like to read in peace but this kid was going nutzo and crying his lungs out...i swear i was going nutzo and the only things going through my head are..."run.   kick the mother for not shutting her kid up...do a little curtsy and continue to read the magazine.."  of course i refrained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, my mom spent 35 bucks on some fucking pens for my sister and she wouldn't buy me the ONE etch a sketch pen...she says its distracting but we all know what the truth is....she favors the brat over me...jealous jealous?   INDEED.... haha...i also found a crayon maker...she didn't buy that for me either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey....for those of you who are slap happy and cheerful...a report shows that pessimistic people are better at handling situations and are more likely to be successful.  apparently they see what's wrong and fix it...another thing...they live longer....so when i'm older than moses and you're gleeful and deceased, then you may come and tell me to smile more....*pft pft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;relationships are funny:: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stage one:  i like you. you like me.&lt;br /&gt;stage two:  i love you.  you love me&lt;br /&gt;stage three:  i hurt you.  you  hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;stage four:  i hate you. you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;stage five: i miss you, can't live without you.  you miss me, can't live without me.&lt;br /&gt;stage five:  i think we should just be friends.  are you breaking up with me?&lt;br /&gt;stage six:  who the hell are you?  you broke my heart remember you bastard/bitch?&lt;br /&gt;stage seven:  the forgiveness stage...so where do we stand now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cycle goes on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what stage are you in?  better yet...what number cycle are you in?  hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this discussion again today...so "will you marry me?"......why of course because i love you....now lets move on to the engagement part....newsflash...the engagement part isn't only reserved for planning the wedding you know...it's about planning the actual marriage also...plan this before you plan the big party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i talking about?  what do i know about relationships and marriage anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83695729?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83695729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83695729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83695729' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83581703</id><published>2002-10-27T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T00:29:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, i came back from regionals at like 1 today...unpacked, showered, slept until 10:30.  woke up watched the sopranos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got 2nd in districts, although we should have beat frisco but we had to change our line up because of frisco's faggot coach.  it was 10-9.  devestating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left thursday for regionals, go there, wichita falls, the ghetto of ghettos, went to the mall, got warm clothes coz it was hella cold.  friday, played brewer, beat them.  proceeded to the semi's. played Pampas....wow talk about a school rooted in tradition...its like the high school version of A&amp;M...got raped 10-0.  My last game as a high school player.  the score was 0-0, i lost but i'll tell you, the best tennis all year and it was no easy win for her.  got it all on tape too.  we went to see the ring...pretty good, although didn't make me jumpy but damn...the rest of the team...during the whole thing..."AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH!!"  i think  i was laughing the whole time.  saturday morning we watched pampas vs. wichita falls...great match, saw a hot fella, as usual, didn't talk to anyone, we had to leave early.  i'm glad to be home...spending too much time with the tennis team, even though i don't hang out with them as much as i would like, but after a while your nerves are rattled.  and the excessive fast food, butt load of candy and sugar, and chilli's makes me feel like shit...hahaha...makes me never want to eat again but i'm feeling really hungry right now...i think i'm going to rummage through the fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83581703?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83581703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83581703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83581703' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83351798</id><published>2002-10-22T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T09:14:48.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will follow you- shelly&lt;br /&gt;i believe- sophie ellis bexter&lt;br /&gt;zephyr song- chilli peppers&lt;br /&gt;you and me song- the wannadies&lt;br /&gt;letting the cables sleep NOW remix- bush&lt;br /&gt;just breathe- trance nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning and looked out the window...&lt;i&gt;today will be a great day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83351798?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83351798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83351798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83351798' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83333548</id><published>2002-10-21T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T22:46:43.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh bloody...literally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're going to regionals...playing frisco tomarrow for the number one spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see it was sprinkling and the courts were slippery...as i lunged for a cross court forhand i slid across the wet court and into the fence...lovely...never recovered from the initial shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...i lost...truly am ashamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid coach defaulted a match because eric rawlins hit some lady in the head with a ball...the hilarity of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to UTD today...i came out stupider than coming in...the advisor didn't help me much...and i drove onto what i thought was a little street...aparrently not...it was a big sidewalk...haha...im trying to be optimistic (surprise surprise)...trying to get over my thinking about how miserable i'm going to be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83333548?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83333548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83333548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83333548' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83278164</id><published>2002-10-20T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T22:13:17.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just breathe&lt;br /&gt;never gonna come back down&lt;br /&gt;all my life- foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that little girl was really henious looking when she was little, or should I say younger, she wasn't very little.  She had bushy eyebrows framed with humongous glasses and wore clothes that barely fit over her flab.  She was a loser in every aspect.  Sucked at sports, unattractive, and lacked social skills, not to mention, she was poor and ignorant of the so-called "finer things in life."  Had no friends, outcast, pariah, all the ingredients needed to become the next Columbine assassin.  Although she didn't use these words back then, the message was loud and clear, she was gonna tell them, scream it in their face, not with words, not even with hate, possibly with change, but non-conforming, she was gonna slap it in their face,  "FUCK YOU."  To make her an even bigger &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;loser &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;in their eyes, she didn't give a care in the world what they said, how they hated her even more.  &lt;i&gt;"Jealous over someone so provincial who led a squalid life?" &lt;/i&gt; They were appalled.  Astounded.  How was it possible?  They kept on telling her and themselves that she would never amount to be anything.  &lt;i&gt;"She will never be us, won't even come close."  &lt;/i&gt;That was a truthful statement that came out of their stinking mouths.  They refuse to acknowledge that she was pure genius when it came to fixing the sort of problems that they had never experience, or she was the mastermind behind making their lives miserable by tempting them to make hers insanely difficult.  Those poor children.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sheltered, ignorant, pathetic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl grew up.  She left the sacred battlefield.  Came back.  Changed.  The loser that was voted most likely to succeed, and in many ways, already has.  She is constantly reminded of the endless torment that was counteracted with her will.  Still reticent, reclusive, and reluctant to fall into their false identities,  she made her statement loud and clear to them, for they have not changed, this time around, they still envied her, and it was apparent.  Her statement was bold, loud and could not be ignored.  She made it with a terrifying smirk on her face.  Just like past, she could not, and would not be ignored.  Still the ingenious mastermind, she remembered all that was said and done, she had a plan, and she refused to forget, she refused to let them forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine's no dummy, she doesn't use &lt;i&gt;only &lt;/i&gt;3 letter words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83278164?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83278164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83278164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83278164' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83241276</id><published>2002-10-20T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T01:05:44.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just breathe- trance nation&lt;br /&gt;playground love- air&lt;br /&gt;frequency- air&lt;br /&gt;never gonna come back down- BT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;badass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;email sent by omar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;This is a true story about a recent wedding that took place at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Clemson University. It was in the local newspaper and even Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;It was a huge wedding with about 300 guests. After the wedding, at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;reception, the groom got up on stage with a microphone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;crowd. He said he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;long&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;thank the bride's and his family and to thank his new father-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;providing such a lavish reception.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;As a token of his deep appreciation he said he wanted to give&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;everyone a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;special gift just from him. So taped to the bottom of everyone's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;chair,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;including the wedding party, was a manila envelope. He said this&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;gift to everyone, and asked them to open their envelope. Inside&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;each&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;manila envelope was an 8x10 glossy of his bride having sex with the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;best&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;man. The groom had gotten suspicious of them weeks earlier and had&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;hired&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;a private detective to tail them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;After just standing there, just watching the guests' reactions for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said, "F--- you!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;turned to his bride and said, "F--- you!" Then he turned to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;dumbfounded crowd and said, "I'm outta here."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning. While most&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;people&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;would have canceled the wedding immediately after finding out about&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;His revenge...making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;guest&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride's and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;best&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;man's reputations in front of 300 friends and family members. This&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;guy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;has&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;balls the size of church bells&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Elegant wedding reception for 300 family members and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;friends............$32,000. Wedding photographs commemorating the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;occasion.......................................$3,000.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Deluxe two week honeymoon accommodations in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Maui.................................$8,500.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;The look on everyone's face when they see the 8x10 glossy of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;bride&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;humping the best man&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;............................................priceless. There are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;something's money can't buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNL with john mccain was pretty good today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched wisegirls with mariah carey and mira sorvino...better than britney and mandy but reminded me of a mafia chick flick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all work and now play make christine a dull girl.  i got my paycheck today...another 22 dollar to add to my fortune...woooohooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i am hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83241276?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83241276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83241276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83241276' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83200893</id><published>2002-10-18T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T23:20:35.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at 5:30 am, the bus didn't come until 7 am.  we played against denton-ryan and won.  then the rain came. and it came. and it poured. it felt like a hurricane.  we stopped at like 12.  and did nothing until 7:00 pm because we had no bus to get home and then the drive from ft. worth was an hour long to get back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, there was some stuff that went down.&lt;br /&gt;-andrew accidently pulled down brandon's pants and we saw his disgusting ass, and he then pulled up brandon's pants for him and apparently it was painful for him.&lt;br /&gt;-eric was sniffing my flip flops because they smelled good.&lt;br /&gt;-the other eric sat on brandon's face and farted.&lt;br /&gt;-the frisco team got caught drinking and hebron got dragged into their mess.  looks like 4-5 of their players will be disqualified on monday so we might have a chance at #! at districts.&lt;br /&gt;-we won all of our matches.&lt;br /&gt;-we ate pizza. tons of it.  i had like 6 pieces. haha&lt;br /&gt;-we watched the simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;-i was eating some cereal, and coach woods goes..."what is that? korean food?"...i believe i said..."ha. ha. ha. ha. no."&lt;br /&gt;-and we all realized that after this week, christine will never play high school tennis again, so we reminisced...."i didn't like you much when i first met you."  haha thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man 7 hours of nothing.  i wish i was at school.  yes, christine &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; actually like school thank you very much.  i have still haven't finished that 1984 book.  usually i get through books just like that....but i'm not feelin this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm working tomarrow.  i need the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, why is my sister sleeping in my bed?  she &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; have her own bed but i dont think she realizes it.  looks like i'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83200893?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83200893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83200893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83200893' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83151700</id><published>2002-10-17T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T22:45:55.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;new playlist&lt;br /&gt;lady hear me tonight- mojo&lt;br /&gt;zypher song- the chili peppers&lt;br /&gt;murder on the dance floor- sophie ellis bexter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to know what's gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those people who put on their pages : i'm 1/28 filipina, 1/16 japanese, 7/8 chinese, 9/10 white, 2/3 korean, and 6/11 viet.  i may suck at math but i know that doesn't add up to one whole person, more like 2 people and 9/10 of a person or something around there.  o yea, and on top of that, they put some shit like, "KOREAN PRIDE" or something rather on their page (since you know, they're full korean and all), and sometimes they don't just have the "KOREAN PRIDE" banner on their page by themselves, they also have the "JAPANESE PRIDE" "VIET PRIDE" "FILIPINA PRIDE" (no, no white pride, hahaha, but that would be pretty gay) banners all over their page. THEN they're sn is something along the lines of "Flippy Jappy Chinky Whitey Gooky Viet Girl".... whoaaaaaaa way to mess Christine up for the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had guts....ha.... i do....but marcus, he got balls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a paper describing himself to his psycology teacher at university in oxford:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..alien super dude on a quest for lucky human chick to impregnate and spawn spikey haired, smarty ass, potty mouthed, perverted offspring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parents, lock your kids up, I'm coming for your little princesses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;genius.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate walmart, really do, but anywho, big black lady comes up to me, scares the heck outta me by saying "excuse you"...i shudder and reply in a meek voice "yes ma'am?"....and she asks "where did you get your braces, you have very nice teeth, i want my daughter to have your teeth."  "i had my braces on for 8 years ma'am, don't think you want to put her through that."  "o hell no then, thank you."   ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o the state fair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i was younger and a budding ballerina  (yea, thats why i walk odd now, and no i'm not graceful, very maladroit), ms. minnie (yea that was her name) was my teacher and we danced at the state fair in front of tons of people, it was fun i guess.  i am reminiscing.  i should have gone this year.  okay, that's the end of that very pointless fragmented story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had hailey's dad, a sports psycologist to come and give us a pep talk today.  i'm going to win, i'm going to win, i'm going to win....my one match.  i hope i dont have to play the girl from north richland hills again.  ughh...disgust....another pointless story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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there, that's to make up for my pointless stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83151700?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83151700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83151700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83151700' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83148396</id><published>2002-10-17T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T21:30:52.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;talk show host- radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you and me song- the wannadies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;local god- everclear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;never gonna come back down- bt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;whatever (i had a dream)- butthole surfers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;piece of flesh- one pinch inch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm a rainbow too- bob marly remixed atb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have districts tomarrow, wish me luck.  have to be at school at 6:30, gayness...i'm not playing doubles but singles which is great.  i have time to read those books for government now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o my car.  ugghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83148396?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83148396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83148396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83148396' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83047179</id><published>2002-10-15T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T23:05:35.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d0rki3xvi3t: and we've predicted tha tmy middle finger will be broken by the end of the year&lt;br /&gt;absence of heat: Rather...giddy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;absence of heat: ah, lovely&lt;br /&gt;absence of heat: better yours than mine I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;absence of heat: Who's breaking yours?&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: ummm&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: i would imagine my govt teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a trouble maker.  promise.  just a nice and sweet school girl with her cool school bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83047179?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83047179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83047179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83047179' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83046302</id><published>2002-10-15T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T22:43:11.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i support you homey g dawg aisha.  homies for life. haaaaaaaaaaaaaa...ha...ha..ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83046302?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83046302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83046302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83046302' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-83046266</id><published>2002-10-15T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T22:42:13.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;teacher's that miseducate: mrs. wright, you are indeed wrong.  (pun always intended)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone asked her: "so how would you fix the problem with iraq?"&lt;br /&gt;her reply: "i would rid of saadam hussain and then destroy mecca."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will say that she will never ever be able to justify herself.  why is such an ignorant, narrowminded, bitter woman my teacher? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may live in a country where many people worship money, but i don't.  i worship God.  her comparing mecca to the world trade center is completely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she deeply offended the class and especially little aisha.  haha.  little aisha, an hour later confronted the big bad teacher.  it was as if she were david going against the HUGE giant Goliath.  you be makin' mama proud.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about kuwait-&lt;br /&gt;daniel: hey, kuwait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-83046266?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83046266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/83046266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83046266' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82999714</id><published>2002-10-14T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T23:49:01.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>marcus vaughn&lt;br /&gt;sits on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;next to me&lt;br /&gt;under the tree&lt;br /&gt;watching the clouds float by in the gray-blue sky&lt;br /&gt;telling me that thats what happens to all of us when we die.&lt;br /&gt;i say i want to be a turtle, or big elephant&lt;br /&gt;and he says in a quick instant&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i get it, cloud that appears after the bomb goes boom.&lt;br /&gt;this is our place&lt;br /&gt;even though we are seperated by space&lt;br /&gt;we always come back here even when we leave&lt;br /&gt;to the only place where there's hope, the only place we can believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82999714?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82999714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82999714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82999714' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82997299</id><published>2002-10-14T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T22:49:50.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d0rki3xvi3t: i feel like total SHIT when i fall asleep right after i eat&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: i wake up&lt;br /&gt;starz786: hahhah&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: and i'm like&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: wow&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: food hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, thats right, i said it, food hangover, probably worse than the real thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82997299?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82997299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82997299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82997299' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82996306</id><published>2002-10-14T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T22:29:45.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw Leonard and Jeanette today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man...havent seen them in five years and they live five minutes away.  its so strange, we're seniors and we havent seen each other since the seventh grade.  it was fun and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new job hunt is here.  i like my job and manager, but driving all the way over there for overtime is ridiculous.  if it were closer i would do more overtime and maybe make a bit more cash than 22 bucks.  haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at the SMU catalog for international studies...i'm definitely gonna do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quickly becoming a TV and news junkie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardball on Msnbc&lt;br /&gt;the sopranos&lt;br /&gt;the practice&lt;br /&gt;curb your enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;six feet under&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;will and grace&lt;br /&gt;ER&lt;br /&gt;Alias&lt;br /&gt;VH1&lt;br /&gt;the discovery channel&lt;br /&gt;the travel channel\&lt;br /&gt;and the simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite movies:&lt;br /&gt;requiem for a dream&lt;br /&gt;edward scissorhands&lt;br /&gt;the virgin suicides&lt;br /&gt;some other movies i forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies i havent gotten sick of yet, yea these are definitely girl movies, i don't like these types of movies very often but these i do like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moulin rouge&lt;br /&gt;charlie's angels&lt;br /&gt;the art of war (not so girl movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playlist:&lt;br /&gt;main theme to the sopranos&lt;br /&gt;the zephyr song- chili peppers&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline- gavin rossdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I AM NOT GOING TO &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MELTDOWN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(the rave, not my actual emotional meltdown, that has already ocurred).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is shall i skip? and the answer is..i shall not.  Aisha, we must claim our lunch table before the freshman invade.  haha we go to school just to claim our lunch tables, and this is folks, how our senior year closes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaa....guess what we did today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask.  its just to weird to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82996306?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82996306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82996306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82996306' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82953274</id><published>2002-10-14T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T01:26:45.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to goodwill today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister and i found our halloween costumes but mummy (yea i call her that, or just mom) wouldn't let us get them. 3 bucks each.  a jiggly puff for me and a big blue rat-like pokemon for my sister.  forgot what it was called.  o yea we were at good will to find some cool t shirts that i could reconstruct....but found none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a new pea coat on sale.  very preppy and chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my paycheck yesterday.  22 dollars.  hahaha I just don't have time to work...i'll wait until districts and regionals are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school tomarrow...what shall i do tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom finally noticed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom:  why is your hair so red?&lt;br /&gt;christine:  man, everyone's been telling me that.&lt;br /&gt;mom:  o, they must all be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...imagine if i didn't redye it...i think she would have strangled my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82953274?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82953274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82953274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82953274' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82717620</id><published>2002-10-08T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T21:04:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hair is RED.  RED.  man some powerful stuff, especially over black hair, i'm not supposed to look like the lady on the box.  O my Goodness.  I like like one of them "AzN" asians.  I wanted a SUBTLE change.  AhhhHhhhhH...  not to worry, it will be back to black soon.  mother hasn't noticed yet.  but when she does.. i think she'll shave my head off.  i miss my black hair.  boo    Hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82717620?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82717620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82717620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82717620' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82496228</id><published>2002-10-03T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T21:25:05.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got home from michelle's orchestra concert with arbor creek, creek valley, and hebron.  man they all sucked except for my sister of course (??).  haha.  i remembered when i was in orchestra, it sucked. so i quit.  junior high kids, they're huge.  how come the freshmen at hebron are tiny?  i felt very petite amongst the masses.  49 days until high schools over. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82496228?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82496228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82496228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82496228' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82453960</id><published>2002-10-03T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T00:22:05.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no khanh, its a different mormon girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw her in the cookie line for the otis spunkmeyer ones.  she grabbed one from the chocolate chip basket and i said, "you shouldn't eat that, it had chocolate chip cookies in it, and chocolate has caffeine."  hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...i wonder if i'll be in vanhoozer's office again tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor eric, he has PAS for pushing a band twerp over and cussing him out. haha....sorry khanh, you play the clarinet beautifully but band kids are fags. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82453960?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82453960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82453960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82453960' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82453826</id><published>2002-10-03T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T00:17:35.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"hey aisha, look its the IM twins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the indians i know (ahem Aisha and friends) place house and dress up.  they sit around with their tea kettles and pour each other tea into tea cups and eat their crumpets and crackers with jam. har har har...that's my ideal birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress like a nerd day tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisha, i'll have mercy on you today dear old friend.  i'll continue this assault another day, like tomarrow?...MWAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82453826?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82453826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82453826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82453826' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82416362</id><published>2002-10-02T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T09:15:51.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what.  I got into UTD like a month ago, and THEY NEVER SENT ME AN ACCEPTANCE LETTER!  So i called this morning and was surprised.  Yay.  I have a college to go for now.  I'm more relieved than excited.  Thank you all for praying for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82416362?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82416362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82416362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82416362' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82404359</id><published>2002-10-02T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T01:19:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my source of defeat.  when i speak to them, i feel hopeless, discouraged.  a big let down.  so this is why christine needs prozac?  khanh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mormons---the only times i've gotten sent to the office was because of something about their religion.  not that i hate any of them, but i would appreciate it if certain people in general would stop sending me to the office for odd reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked a girl "so why aren't you allowed to drink caffeine?", and she said "its against my religion" and i said "no sh-t.", then i said, "so i heard coke paid groups of mormons to stop hating on caffeine." and she said, "i dont' know", and then i asked "so, have you ever tasted vanilla coke? better than the real thing."  she told on me, she said that i was enforcing my practices on her.  but before we even had this conversation she was preaching to me how i could actually become God or reach His level or whatever....ummm no....right there she was enforcing her practices on me....so another day in mister vanhoozer's office...sitting...waiting...to be sent back to class...later that day, i saw that same girl drinking sprite...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk on my tippy toess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a match today, i lost my mixed doubles, beat the other gilr 6-2 6-2....good job christine...you're terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band teacher is an ass....next time i'm going to run over his band kids and their trumpets when they tell me to jump the curve...today i had a match..my car was parked in the lot and apparently there was an announcement for us to move our cars...but it was made during our match...he wouldn't let me get my car....and made me come back at 8:30 to get it....JERK......and that is why i became an ork dork instead of a band nerd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82404359?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82404359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82404359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82404359' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82313555</id><published>2002-09-30T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T09:25:07.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>billie jean- michael jackson&lt;br /&gt;letting the cables sleep N.O.W. remix- bush&lt;br /&gt;virtual insanity- jamaroquai&lt;br /&gt;like i love you- justin timberlake&lt;br /&gt;dirty- christina aguilara&lt;br /&gt;boys- britney spears&lt;br /&gt;a moment like this- kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;before your love- kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;die another day- madonna &lt;---badass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm forty, i want to be like madonna....i want to dance baby...shake shake shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream last night: i was in my bathroom, and standing in front of the sink, and on the left side of me there was a butterfly crawling out of its cocoon, and then the tip of its wing was either ripped or the butterfly just had some fucked up wings.  they were red and yellow.  then i saw another cocoon in front of me, this time something was moving inside of it and it was furry....hmmm maybe it wasn't a cocoon..maybe a caterpillar...then i woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to swoon and it says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Butterfly: Social success, romantic success, and/or domestic happiness is forecast by a dream of these gaily colored creatures. &lt;br /&gt;-Yellow forecasts setbacks and struggles before improvement can be achieved&lt;br /&gt;-deep Red forecasts unexpected good news&lt;br /&gt;-Caterpillar: Another rather unfortunate omen regarding trouble from unforeseen jealousy and treachery. Be extremely careful of your actions following this dream or you could be put in a humiliating position with no defense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....off i go....go to school....i am a girl...in love with school........school girl school girl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82313555?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82313555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82313555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82313555' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82249500</id><published>2002-09-28T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T17:55:19.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey baby...my room is very clean, spic and span.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82249500?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82249500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82249500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82249500' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82249471</id><published>2002-09-28T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T17:54:06.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw sweet home alabama....bravo...bravo...a good movie....i usually hate cheesy romantic comedies but i enjoyed this one...i don't know..its some sort of a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine, feels, HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, today i'm just really content and happy.  i'm less worried about getting accepted into college, school in general....hell i'm not even worried about how i'm paying for college...thank you for praying for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm supposed to write poems for english?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money, money, money...&lt;br /&gt;isn't it funny?&lt;br /&gt;the things we would do for it&lt;br /&gt;like the people on fear factor, they'll even eat a bucket of shit.&lt;br /&gt;greedy, greedy, greedy....&lt;br /&gt;that is me, i am so damn needy&lt;br /&gt;i need it for college,&lt;br /&gt;thats something that FAFSA must aknowledge&lt;br /&gt;when all your life, you've been poor&lt;br /&gt;money is something you can't have enough of, you just want more&lt;br /&gt;its just an object, not good or evil&lt;br /&gt;its the person who uses it wisely or screws it up, good invester or like martha stewart, she's a weasal.&lt;br /&gt;it can't buy me everything&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a whore for it, just to get it, i won't do just anything&lt;br /&gt; i work at the mall just to get it,&lt;br /&gt;if i have to do it illegally, then you can just forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, money thinks it can actually buy me&lt;br /&gt;please me, convince me, and then confuse me&lt;br /&gt;no i don't confuse money and material things with love&lt;br /&gt;that's not what love is made of&lt;br /&gt;i don't disagree, it would make my life less difficult&lt;br /&gt;but if you want to use it just to get me, thats a big insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we have subjects to write on, and they're not supposed to be profound....so blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82249471?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82249471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82249471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82249471' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82225967</id><published>2002-09-28T00:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T00:53:47.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum, banana pudding ice cream&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, it is a dream&lt;br /&gt;but before i take a big fat bite&lt;br /&gt;i have to go through a big fat fight...&lt;br /&gt;literally,&lt;br /&gt;and bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;christine christine, you're just too fat&lt;br /&gt;no no you just can't eat that&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be able to fit into those size 0 jeans,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be pretty and lean&lt;br /&gt;let it melt, then throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't, your waistline will pay. &lt;br /&gt;then i sit and ponder for a second or two&lt;br /&gt;and i gobble it up, i'm done and through&lt;br /&gt;and a brain freeze hits&lt;br /&gt;and i yell "ohhhhh SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;you see, nothing comes between my ice cream and I&lt;br /&gt;my only excuse is, if i don't eat i will die.&lt;br /&gt;you see, girls are stupid sometimes&lt;br /&gt;they treat eating like it is a big big fat crime&lt;br /&gt;well then if this were true, i would definitely be in jail&lt;br /&gt;peeing in a pail.&lt;br /&gt;but no no, you should stuff your face,&lt;br /&gt;it will bring you into a happier place,&lt;br /&gt;ice cream, good for your body, mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;just eat it damn it, or you'll be stuck in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there dear fellow&lt;br /&gt;have you forgotten what the sun looks like? big, round, and yellow?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you with that messy hair&lt;br /&gt;and your slick demeanor and that sexy flare&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;cause i will always know&lt;br /&gt;brilliant, ingenious, very smart,&lt;br /&gt;a bonus, with a very big heart.&lt;br /&gt;when i see you again we can both smile&lt;br /&gt;and sit around and talk a while&lt;br /&gt;maybe by the park, or in the room with no door&lt;br /&gt;i know being together, we will be very poor&lt;br /&gt;you keep me away from all the pressures of working hard&lt;br /&gt;you make me relax and become a retard.&lt;br /&gt;but for you i would give up all the worldly things&lt;br /&gt;because when i have you, i have everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82225967?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82225967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82225967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82225967' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82225965</id><published>2002-09-28T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T00:53:45.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum, banana pudding ice cream&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, it is a dream&lt;br /&gt;but before i take a big fat bite&lt;br /&gt;i have to go through a big fat fight...&lt;br /&gt;literally,&lt;br /&gt;and bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;christine christine, you're just too fat&lt;br /&gt;no no you just can't eat that&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be able to fit into those size 0 jeans,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be pretty and lean&lt;br /&gt;let it melt, then throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't, your waistline will pay. &lt;br /&gt;then i sit and ponder for a second or two&lt;br /&gt;and i gobble it up, i'm done and through&lt;br /&gt;and a brain freeze hits&lt;br /&gt;and i yell "ohhhhh SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;you see, nothing comes between my ice cream and I&lt;br /&gt;my only excuse is, if i don't eat i will die.&lt;br /&gt;you see, girls are stupid sometimes&lt;br /&gt;they treat eating like it is a big big fat crime&lt;br /&gt;well then if this were true, i would definitely be in jail&lt;br /&gt;peeing in a pail.&lt;br /&gt;but no no, you should stuff your face,&lt;br /&gt;it will bring you into a happier place,&lt;br /&gt;ice cream, good for your body, mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;just eat it damn it, or you'll be stuck in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there dear fellow&lt;br /&gt;have you forgotten what the sun looks like? big, round, and yellow?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you with that messy hair&lt;br /&gt;and your slick demeanor and that sexy flare&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;cause i will always know&lt;br /&gt;brilliant, ingenious, very smart,&lt;br /&gt;a bonus, with a very big heart.&lt;br /&gt;when i see you again we can both smile&lt;br /&gt;and sit around and talk a while&lt;br /&gt;maybe by the park, or in the room with no door&lt;br /&gt;i know being together, we will be very poor&lt;br /&gt;you keep me away from all the pressures of working hard&lt;br /&gt;you make me relax and become a retard.&lt;br /&gt;but for you i would give up all the worldly things&lt;br /&gt;because when i have you, i have everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82225965?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82225965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82225965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82225965' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-82073495</id><published>2002-09-24T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T21:08:51.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those sleepless nights have been coming and coming.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would find myself in this chaotic predicament.  i have been preparing for this for years, and yet i am underprepared.  and right now everything is so unclear and i'm stuck in this hole waiting for answers, direction, security, and most of all piece of mind.  i can only pray that i'll get through this and stop causing so much trouble for everyone else.  *sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-82073495?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82073495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/82073495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82073495' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-81665330</id><published>2002-09-16T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T04:54:29.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;once again, it's one of those sleepless nights.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been awake since 1:30, it is about 4:30 now.  You know when you're so darn tired but you can't fall asleep?  Yea that's what I am feeling now.  All this stress has been literally making me sick and keeps me thinking day and night.  So I did all my economics homework.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Anywho, church.  It was good.  Real good.  MS Chuyen finally addressed the issues that needed to be addressed.  I kid you not, not a single person in the sanctuary was sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;      And the new college class, although it was only Chi Tram and I, it was good.  It's more relaxed and it seems as though we'll be able to share our opinions openly.  Honestly, I question certain aspects of Christianity at times.  It's difficult to just ABSOLUTELY accept something.  I don't understand those people who just accepts something without questioning it (and I don't have anything against them), I mean if you don't ask questions such as Why? and you just sit there and absorb it all, how do you know it's real?  I know someone's going to make some judgement, but with all due respect, I don't just want to believe, I need to understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Lately, I've been finding myself listening to more of the groove techno stuff.  I like the funk in it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I watched the season premiere of the Sopranos.  That show has its moments, and then it gets kinda boring, I don't know, I'm just drawn to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artificial Intelligence is absolutely the worst movie ever.  I've never been so creeped out.  I love thrillers and they don't usually creep me out, but this one did it, and it's not even a thriller.  FREAKY FREAKY FREAKY.  I am terrified of that movie and I'm not exaggerating...I am terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            All right, I'm taking NyQuil or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-81665330?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81665330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81665330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81665330' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-81491604</id><published>2002-09-11T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T23:14:28.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>electrical storm- U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when you meet those people who annoy the crap out of you, but you know that for some reason, you're going to have to deal with them longer then you want to?  they're like a fly that flies around when you have an ice cream cone. or you're blowing bubbles in the park and then some maniac kid starts running into all the bubbles bursting them?  man...those little pricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are those other people.  when you meet them, you sense something, like you will know them for the rest of your life.  there's something that draws you to them, like they have this great aura.  like they're the one who gave you that perfect ice cream cone on the hottest day of the summer, or the person you're blowing bubbles with, or &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;the bubble with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see person number 2 has just officially messed me up for life without knowing it.  they will be the epitome of everything that i want in a person, and for the rest of my natural life, i might be comparing everyone else to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-81491604?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81491604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81491604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81491604' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-81437405</id><published>2002-09-10T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T22:31:42.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;christine loves you, she just doesn't want to say it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-81437405?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81437405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81437405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81437405' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-81230977</id><published>2002-09-06T06:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T06:09:09.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling the easy going retro baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playground love-air&lt;br /&gt;all i need- air&lt;br /&gt;you make it easy- air&lt;br /&gt;sexy boy- air&lt;br /&gt;stairway to heaven- led zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 5:40, i woke up at 1:30, stayed in bed trying to catch my sleep, but it was too hot, then got too cold, then my knees started aching again.  got up. red the rest of grendel. now i'm really hungry, it's true, when i'm not sleeping i'm eating.  took random pictures of my closet.  "damn girl, you gotta lotta clothes."...yea and there's more in michelle's room.  why do i only wear that "somebody who really loves me got this shirt from hawaii" shirt all the time? i don't know..haha i have it in yellow too, it's one of my favs i guess and i'm way too lazy to get dolled up for school even though i don't have to be there until 10:30, however the sun is falling off the shirt...*boohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my mom's birthday, we went to saltgrass...that is some good steak...i think i'm about to polish it all off..but it's to early and i think it would make me sick...nothing sounds good right now...but my stomach is having a field day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that i am 75% sure that i'm going to quad C...how sad...my indecisiveness is my curse, i'm debating between community colleges...man wait until the real thing comes...might as well go to UTD like the rest of the world...and then you've got to decide what you're gonna major in...man...i'm going to buy an 8 ball and one of those cubes that will answer all my questions...that's pretty sad i can't even answer the simple stuff anymore...must stop overanalyzing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class rank went up....wohooo but its going to plummet after that damn economics test...i wish he would talk about economics but the man gets distracted too easily.  we always talk about religion, marriage, college, stuff that doesn't help me on his tests. and when i have actual questions, he doesn't asnwer them and somehow gets distracted...its vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom just left for work...i don't know...i like her a whole lot better than a week ago...i feel bad...like all my life i've been seperated from her and now i finally get along with her...i'm jinxing it...my prediction: there will be an argument tonight or tomarrow night...*sighs i tell her i'm hungry and she tells me to go back to bed and i'll forget about it...hahah...and that i'm crazy for always being hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a game today...verses frisco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisha and i were talking about roommates in college...i don't know..i would think that i'd hate rooming with a girl...i would rather live with an extremely neat fella or something...call me selfish...but i don't like people taking my stuff...i dont' mind sharing but i'm anal about that kinda stuff...and i can't stand crying girls...i don't like it when they cry...i'm just kinda like "umm how can i help you?" *stares confusingly and fidgets...and some girls are really nosey...and i hate it when they use PMS as an excuse to be bitches...man...mmmhmmm...go get a blog or something and vent there...don't take it out on others...hahabut no aisha...no guy that's gonna rape me please...hahaha *ahem..just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right gonnna try and get some sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-81230977?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81230977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81230977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81230977' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-81218467</id><published>2002-09-05T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T22:03:46.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;a moment of self realization&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess: isn't your essay supposed to be you?&lt;br /&gt;me: yea&lt;br /&gt;jess: then all right, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;me: damn, i'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no i did not just realize that, so SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine just failed her economics test.  she put C for christine for all the answers she didn't know.  that's the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewriting my college essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where will the future take me?  where will i take myself?&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-81218467?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81218467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/81218467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81218467' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80948396</id><published>2002-08-31T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T00:38:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;off &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;you go&lt;br /&gt;back to your group of elitist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;intelligentsia&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;go, go, don't let me hold you back&lt;br /&gt;from your &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;infinite &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;potential&lt;br /&gt;what happens now&lt;br /&gt;might not &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;matter &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;in a couple of years&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;good bye, good bye, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;good bye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80948396?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80948396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80948396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80948396' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80759726</id><published>2002-08-26T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T22:40:19.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what would you do with a million bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not that is my economics homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will answer my question later...theres so much you can do with a million bucks...there's so much you can do with just a dollar...hmmm decisions decisions...i know i'd definitely buy a loft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80759726?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80759726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80759726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80759726' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80676719</id><published>2002-08-24T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T23:02:17.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dreamed about celery last night and i looked it up to see what it meant...interesting...let's hope it's true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness through love and abundant good health are promised in a dream which involves crisp celery. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i do dream about strange things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky freaky freaky...or some fool has a crush on my sister...&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't there, but around 9:30...someone rang our doorbell, we opened it and nobody was there, however there was a flower left on the ground...haha so my mother went around checking the gates and stuff and locking all our doors...i believe it was the boys from across the street....who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to snow's picnic today...i wish i could live there...i love that place (addison post circle), so simple, kinda like the apartments up north.  she lives in this simple studio (too bad she's moving out of it next week and she's gonna live like 2 minutes away from me...haha), surrounded by tons of parks and courtyards and little shops and boutiques...amazing...i'd want to live in that studio in college (however her rent is as much as my house payment)...and buy a loft when i graduate...who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all reading magazines at the picnic, i've never seen so many pictures of pamela anderson and anna nicole smith (no, we weren't reading playboy, people and US thank you very much)...ughh the two most disgusting women on earth...they're like the same people except for pamela anderson is the smaller version of the super sized anna nicole smith...grosss...everytime i hear their names i think "whore, whore, whore, whore..."....and kimmy brought up a point, everytime we see them they're hoo hoo's get bigger and bigger.....IT"S DISGUSTING! im cringing as i'm typing...even my mother warned me of anna nicole smith...she was like "Con, don't watch her show, she's dirty..) and my mother never cares about what i watch...quite frankly that woman scares the life out of me...chills are actually going up my back...eww....makes me just want to barf...hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of barfing...i had a game on friday....the heat was excruciating...i swear my head was burning and i was dying...hahaha...i would lean over to hurl right in the middle of points but i try to just swallow it...finally i thought to myself...enough is enough...went to the back corner of the court...puked all over it for a good minute or so...it felt sooo goood...hahah marking my part of the court...turned around and saw the stunned faces of both teams...not a thing was said except "are you okay" from my opponent...i didn't answer her, the after taste was overwhelming, i think i had lasanga for lunch...and we continued to play like nothing happened....hahaha when it was over (I WON!) i took like 3 advil and chewed like 10 pieces of gum and was spitting it out like crazy...i think i'm still recovering...haha..marcus would be so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of my idiosyncrasies &lt;---can't spell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice night folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea...my mom talked to the librarians for me...the librarian was like " o yes ma'am, you just called me" , my mom was like "no that was my daughter and she's pissed off" (yes my mom does say piss off...she learned it from her boss...haha no he doesn't get mad at my mom...at her coworkers...) and the librarian got the manager head librarian dude to talk to my mom...yea MY NAME HAS BEEN CLEARED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80676719?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80676719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80676719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80676719' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80601463</id><published>2002-08-23T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T00:02:14.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't ever trade your integrity for "security" and call it love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline- gavin rossdale&lt;br /&gt;if i could fall in love- lenny kravitz&lt;br /&gt;in my place- coldplay&lt;br /&gt;beautiful addiction- audiovent&lt;br /&gt;days go by (acoustic)- dirty vegas&lt;br /&gt;beautiful- flickerstick&lt;br /&gt;blood- abandoned pools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate libriarians, the school ones and the carrollton ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine and the dreadful librarian at hebron over the phone midconvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: uh you said i had an item overdue, and i'm pretty sure i don't.  i counted the books and other stuff i borrowed and matched them up to the reciept dilly that you always give me, and i drove there and walked in, dropped them in the book slot, smiled at one of the librarians, went to the coffee shop and bought a donut from jenny.  and you're telling me i have something out?&lt;br /&gt;librarian: yes we have you on claim return.&lt;br /&gt;me: so if you don't find it, i have to pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;librarian: yes mam&lt;br /&gt;me: but i didn't lose it.  i don't understand why i have to pay for it.  that's ludicrous ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;librarian:  you raising your voice isn't going to help us any, it's not concrete, it's not here but i will look again for you.&lt;br /&gt;me: concrete? CONCRETE? YOU LOST IT AND NOW I HAVE TO PAY FOR IT! AND FYI THIS IS RAISING MY VOICE.  I WAS VERY COOPERATIVE AND PATIENT WITH YOU UNTIL YOU STARTED GIVING ME EXCUSES.  I DO NOT LOSE LIBRARY ITEMS BECAUSE I DO NOTT LIKE FINES, I'VE ALWAYS TURNED MY LIBRARY BOOKS A WEEK BEFORE THEY WERE ACTUALLY DUE! AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME I'VE NOT TURNED IT IN?&lt;br /&gt;librarian: we can check the frankford library for you ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;me: WELL, THAT'S WHAT YOU TOLD MY MOTHER A WEEK AGO.  JUST FIND IT! PLEASE!  I DON'T WANT TO MAKE YOUR JOB ANY HARDER THAN IT IS BUT I DONT' WANT TO PAY FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;librarian:  that's understood ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;me:  *sighs...thank you ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness.....christine just wants her named cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got economics test tomarrow...bwahahah...i might fail, i hope i don't...but im unusually relaxed...i've come to realize one test isn't my semester grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...i haven't um really practice the bass, but yea i should start soon.  "oh so you're going to be like michelle branch?"  no no no....she's a guitarist and um i quite frankly don't like her. i dont like that pop rock crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80601463?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80601463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80601463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80601463' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80509528</id><published>2002-08-21T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T00:13:55.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pressure pressure pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school, work, homework, wow this last chip of high school is going to suck for me.  aisha and i were talking about crying people.  i hate it when people cry, especially girls...first of all they squeal, squeak, schreeech, and sob uncontrollably and breathe like someone else is sucking up their share of air. and they cry over pointless stuff.  i mean cry over something worth it.  i don't know, i usually cry when i'm in some actuall physical pain, (such as tennis ball going into the eye. actually anything going into my eye will do it.)  but yea, when people are just bawling over NOTHING, im just kind of like "uh, can i help you??" (yea i know, its kinda odd and uh sounds wierd but me saying "awww its gonna be all right and the sun's gonna shine tomarrow and all that bs. sounds worse) i mean obviously they're not okay so i guess i would rather offer help and get them what they need...and if they say no....i kind of just tip toe off....i mean im not going to throw myself all over them and hug them and tell them it's goign to be okay, because most of the time, we all know that IT WILL turn out okay.  "CHRISTINE! YOURE SO MEAN!" funny how that rhymes, but no i'm not trying to be mean, insensitive, or a bad friend, i just want to let them figure it out themselves, and i'm not goign to waste my time on tears about someone not calling someone, or something odd or superficial....however i did cry once when my aunt cut my hair and messed it up big time...yea you know those bowl cuts? yea i thought that was something to cry about and so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80509528?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80509528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80509528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80509528' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80378270</id><published>2002-08-17T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T22:51:55.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>playlist for the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playground love-air &lt;--badass of the moment&lt;br /&gt;stop crying your heart out- oasis&lt;br /&gt;in my place- coldplay&lt;br /&gt;heart shaped box- nirvana&lt;br /&gt;where are you going- dave mathews&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl- sugar cult&lt;br /&gt;keep fishin'- weezer&lt;br /&gt;only in dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playground love...it was also in the virgin suicides...that movie is recommended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay khanhs going to do my homework for me...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80378270?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80378270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80378270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80378270' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80265716</id><published>2002-08-15T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T01:33:48.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got my varsity jacket today, the only thing i have from my entire high school career and attending 3 of them, this is it.   the sleeves are too long, and it made me think, it all went by like that, what a waste.  i won't be looking back thinking high school was the best time of my life (for most people it isn't), i spent most of my time doing pointless stuff that doesn't really even matter and didn't get me anywhere. instead of finding things that i truly loved doing, i spent my time readjusting and being belligerent.  and now i just want to desperately hang on to the carefree view of it all but im also desperate to get out of it, and i think about how many times just being here has screwed me over.  high school, all i have is a jacket and a buncha free hebron clothes... i can't win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point of this blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know mixed feelings? i can't really get the words out, my new english teacher doesn't think i can write, and uh yea she also doesn't think the people who got 4's and 5's on their AP test can either....bummer...i'll come back when i know what to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80265716?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80265716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80265716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80265716' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80090513</id><published>2002-08-11T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T01:06:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had piano lessons today, went to the memory verse contest, and to band practice.  bac banh taught me the basics to the bass, same strings as the violin and it didn't seem too difficult, i say that &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;...haha...speaking of my violin, i had to replace the friggin d string, that thing costed my mother 18 bucks...ughh...i'm letting my sister use it this year for school, she better take excellent care of it....just the thought of her anywhere near it frightens me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khanh just got bitten by a scorpion just sitting there typing on AIM...i asked minh what i should tell her to do, and minh says...:"pee on the injury?"...haha i saw that on friends too...i hope she's all right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i am terrified of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep walkers&lt;br /&gt;my car breaking down in the middle of the highway with tons of cars around me&lt;br /&gt;FAILURE..&lt;br /&gt;rejection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really don't know until you've experienced it or have come closed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so schools starting up again, happy to go back, won't be blogging and Aimin much anymore...i hope i'll keep in touch with all you people...email, email, email...i'm usually good at replying, i hate it when people type a sentence at a time on AIM when they're telling a BIG story....i like big paragraphs there for i prefer emails sometimes..yak  yak yak...im just happy to hear from  you lovely people...hahahahahaha....bye guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80090513?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80090513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80090513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80090513' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80056419</id><published>2002-08-09T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T23:56:47.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of work....it was tiring, moving stuff, putting in the shelves and hangin noodles and noodles of clothes...my coworkers seem nice...but man all of that clothes....bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80056419?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80056419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80056419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80056419' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80031749</id><published>2002-08-09T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T11:32:34.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>words and music are my love.&lt;br /&gt;i watch documentaries and the nightly news.&lt;br /&gt;i like vegetables more than meat.&lt;br /&gt;i "....." a lot because i don't know when to use commas.&lt;br /&gt;i like these green and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80031749?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80031749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80031749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80031749' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-80014179</id><published>2002-08-09T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T00:07:18.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just watched something on ABC about jack the ripper...awesome stuff i say...apparently they used forensic science to figure out that it was walter syckard or however you spell his name...anyone want to watch? i taped it..hahah...all right so i'm very boring...what do &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; do for fun? &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of work is tomarrow, yipppeee skippyyyy, something productive to do, i have to keep busy or im lazy all the way...i can't wait for school to start...YES I LIKE SCHOOL TOO...i guess because it gives me something to do...nowadays when i go to the mall, i see tons of people buying tonss of clothes for school, i've redecided that i won't waste my money on stupid nonsense when i have a billion other things in my closet i could wear...yea i guess i'm a pragmatist...i'll only buy something if i really like it...unfortunately i'm very indecisive and i havent seen anything that i've fancied... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my permit renewed today, man someone shoulda told me to renew it on my birthday coz now i have two months to go before i get my license, o well, the whole car thing is making me sick now...i wish we could just drive without licenses, insurance and that crap, making me go back and forth doing paper work, how sickening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the smell of tires, i don't know why....hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-80014179?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80014179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/80014179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80014179' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79970617</id><published>2002-08-08T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T00:48:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;excerpt from march 31, 2000&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you blame me for being so damn raw, after all you made me feel so damn small."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79970617?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79970617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79970617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79970617' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79963532</id><published>2002-08-07T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T21:40:35.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay this morning when i was pulling out of wendy's, smoke started coming out of the engine....so  i rushed home, made jess come over...poured the coolant crap in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a job interview with agaci 2, i originally applied for the buckle but apparently they come from the same company, never thought i'd ever work there, but i've been looking for someone to hire me for so long i went to the interview, and and and and.... I GOT THE JOB! my manager seems really nice and i got a great discount even though the clothes aren't really me....BUt WHOOOHOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went car shopping, my mother got a new car so i get her car now which is great,  i doubt that i'll be driving it around, maybe when they get it fixed and i still need to get my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's been an okay day, OH NO! christina LOST to gay RJ! &lt;---american idol...i knew i shoulda voted....they should make a hotline so that we can vote RJ off...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a spectacular day..yyyyaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79963532?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79963532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79963532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79963532' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79922994</id><published>2002-08-06T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T23:45:21.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man my head still hurts from yesterday, i woke up and went back to sleeping the day away...yadda yadda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79922994?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79922994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79922994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79922994' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79901010</id><published>2002-08-06T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T13:31:02.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way- the chilli peppers&lt;br /&gt;in my place- cold play...i really like this song&lt;br /&gt;keep fishin'- weezer&lt;br /&gt;lithium- nirvana&lt;br /&gt;heart-shaped box- nirvana&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl- sugar cult&lt;br /&gt;30 day hump evamore&lt;br /&gt;gravity- audiovent&lt;br /&gt;beautiful addiction- audiovent&lt;br /&gt;the closest thing- the julianna theory&lt;---yea that is one sad song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o im so sore....that means i'm wayyy outta shape...everything aches...good thing though...I WON THE TENNIS THINGY...woohoo but still..i am sore...why do i "......"? i do it a lot...i guess it's to fill in space while i'm thinking...and i have bad grammer and i don't know where to put commas and periods...ahaha..i hope this isn't going to be a crappy week...okay have a great day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79901010?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79901010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79901010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79901010' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79876494</id><published>2002-08-05T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T23:31:52.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this must be the mother of all bad days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the anatomy of a bad day is the unison of anger, fustration, sadness, anxiety, neglect, resentment, envy and a whole bunch of other crap collaborating together to make my day a living hell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the joy of advil....i have the mother of all headaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79876494?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79876494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79876494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79876494' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79795109?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79795109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79795109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79795109' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79764626</id><published>2002-08-03T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T00:43:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who's your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont' have one really, only a few people i can just babble random things to, bobby is my best guy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggest flaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, my sister says that i only see black.  i think she means negativity.  and some people can't stand my sarcasm, they don't know whether i'm trying to be mean or i'm just playing around. and yes i worry a lot mainly because i am indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you want to do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the princess of monaco..haha..or a t-shirt designer...but realistically, i don't really know yet....but i think i would be a great newspaper columnist, i enjoy people asking me for help so that i can give them the wrong advice, think of how many lives i could ruin...haha...Jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anything you collect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. paper with random sayings and thoughts on them, business cards, brochures, and wierd pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i think therefore i am single.&lt;br /&gt;-i'd rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out that there isn't One than to live as if there isn't a God and die to find out that there is. --arti&lt;br /&gt;-don't be afraid of being hated, don't be afraid of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the top cheesy romanticism, and my aim doesn't work, keeps on signing on and off, and boring people online who IM to talk about stupid stuff, and crying people. oh yea, MY NAME IS CHRISTINE! NOT CHRISTINA, CHRISSY, CHRISTA OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU CAN THINK OF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes you happier than anything else in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm out of the house hanging out by myself checking out new places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your wierdest dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually wake up after a dream and i remind myself what i was dreaming of...like i was dreaming about t-shirts last night, and i reminded myself that i was dreaming about t-shirts, but i don't really remember what it was about t-shirts i was dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if  you could trade places with anyone in the world for a day, who would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides a princess from monaco, maybe gwenyth paltrow? i mean she gets tons of free designer clothes, has an oscar, and gets to hang out with madonna. uh marcus? yea i wish i could live his life..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe  it's possible that there is an afterlife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, its called heaven or hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new and interesting people, i get bored easily.  there's no one thing that can make me laugh, wierd stuff i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what household chore do you hate most of all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washing the dishes, i would rather mow the lawn, vacuum and scrub stuff than wash the dishes...sadly i still have to do it even after i've accomplished all of those other tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special talents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a pianist...accomplished? far from...i can play tennis...and i'm great at making your esteem go even lower...haha...i think i can write, sort of...who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could change anything about your personality, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe become a little more optimistic and less worrysome?  i wish i could open up to the more important people and tell them that i love them and perhaps be happy for them, i'm not very emotional. and i can be indecisive...but other than that i actually like being raw although it is sometimes unpopular, but it's good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirt you can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the "MADE IN HONG KONG" one i made, the "somebody who loves me....got me this shirt from hawaii.." and my "3" shirt...and the shirt Khanh and i made from BUG SAFARI...it's the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the strangest rumor you've heard about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i heard you were so sweet."   uhhh i think she mistook me for someone named christinAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best advice your mother gave you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't give me advice, she just tells me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Scent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have to be Gucci Envy and Ralph Lauren Glamorous...however i don't own either one because i can't afford such luxuries, so I use green apple or honeysuckle but most of the time i smell like Dial soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest Obsession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures, tons of them, and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite past time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing, going to odd and strange places and taking pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when i get a car, right in the middle of the highway it would break down or i would get a flat, yea i would totally freak out and die...haha but i'm learning to change a tire...and of course FAILURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing that everyone knows about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drive without a license...so what? it gets me where i'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that nobody knows about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a fat ballerina. YES AND I HAD A PINK TUTU. actually i think i might still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would people describe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN...and vitriolic, and dark, with dark humor..."she's a guy, she eats like one and thinks like one" hahah i remember that marcus, thanks i love you not too much..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you would freely admit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not part of a cult...haha&lt;br /&gt;-and i am human, and humans by nature are hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;-i saw elvis at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's on your christmas list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um its august, but i guess its never too early to start, new shoes, roller skates, more sunglasses, a new digital camera, money, a car, i don't know, there's nothing i really want or need right now (but the car), just stuff i think that's cool for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's opinion do you value most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have to say i don't really care much for what the world thinks, but probably my sister's.  she knows me best so she can tell me truthfully without kissing my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggest misconception about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people think i'm an amazon, that i'm like 5'5-5'6...no people, i am only 5'3 and a half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how is your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonexistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's one thing that you are learning to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play the bass kind of, my way through life, grammer...i still don't know when to use who and whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of people do you hang around with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wierd people...haha not those typical asian people, people who actually do their homework...jess comes over my house a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you look for in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy who's not afraid to be hated, or to be loved, he's effortless but responsible and intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have more girl friends or guy friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy friends...i can barely handle myself, i don't have time to listen to some other girl's problems...and sometimes guys are more honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what songs are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 day hump by evamore, heart-shaped box- nirvana, machinehead- bush, stuff by oasis, abandoned pools, audiovent...lotsa music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of people are you attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its important for both guys and girls to be effortless in trying to fit in, i don't really like those people who are in huge crowds anyways, i'm more of a background person, i like people who are comfortable standing by themselves when everyone else is trying to fit into some sort of clique...and of course intellectual people, people who use strange words, people who actually think...and eccentrics...boring is never good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the first thing you notice about a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know, something out of the ordinary...but names...i like different names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coolest thing on TV right now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new shakira video, good stuff, the new weezer video, and aerosmith's jaded video, its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name an activity that catches your attention but haven't tried yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ouji and voodoo stuff, its unusual and interesting to read about, but &lt;b&gt;i would never join in&lt;/b&gt;.  when i was younger, i do admit to messing with the ouji stuff, but at that time i didn't know any better, i just thought we were talking to ghosts but i didn't know what it was exactly, now that i do, i'd prefer to stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book you can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i'm not very good at picking just one thing due to my indecisive nature, but i would have to say my sister's bible (no i don't really have one so if you would like to buy me one....Yay), my dictionaries, book of quotes, My Book, and other books, i like books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is the nicest person you've ever met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...bobby...he is truly the nicest, he's put up with all my crap and he let's go of petty things, i've never really seen him angry...and khanh, she' more of the  nurturing type but let me tell you about this girl...i notice things about people and she's very discipline and orderly, i worked with her during VBS and i noticed her habits...and she's good with children and very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person you saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nissy.  we went to macdonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robert downey Jr. hahhaah uh i don't really have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this damn survey is like 317 questions long and i had to retype the questions too (thanks sandy)...so i'll finish it later...besides i hope you have something else to do besides reading 317 questions about me...i'm not that important...im not the princess of monaco you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79764626?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79764626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79764626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79764626' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79751816</id><published>2002-08-02T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T17:16:35.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;hamster dramas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so yesterday morning, i took michelles little rat and was tossing it up into the air like a bean bag, and we were making fun of how fat that thing was....then later in the afternoon, i picked it up again in hopes of relieving my boredom by "playing" with it again..then i looked back into the cage and i saw two piles of bedding move...at first i thought there was a BIG bug in there..then i lifted the bedding and their were 3 red thingy's with a clear membrane over them...the rat had babies...SICKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to seperate my hamster from her rat because he might eat the things...so we put him in a bowl and a basket and put water into it..he stayed there for the night...so he's been living in that thing until this morning when we stuck him into this old bird cage...but yea we were forced to name him..we'll call him AL...short for albino..haha...poor AL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i called khanh, i DO BLAME THIS ON YOU!..hahaha...she brought up the subject of hamster incest...goodness...so AL is supposedly the mother's son..now we don't know what the heck he is....so my sister calls him the son/father or in vietnamese, thang con/ba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my sister saw them..she goes "EWW THEY'RE UGLY!"...and my mom goes "its a baby that's why, when you were a baby you were ugly too.." hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i hate hamsters....DARN YOU MICHELLE!  see we got them because my mom said she was lonely...and now LOOK!  the rat family is bigger than our own! talk about lonely, no one wants to touch them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: so are the nasty babies with big momma&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: yea&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: haha&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: we'll name them later&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: they're gross&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: like little membranous packets of blood&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: lol uhm YEAH&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: that crawl&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: haha&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: i wonder if i poked them with a stick&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: YUCK christine&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: would they burst?&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: haha&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: that's disgusting&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: hahaha &lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: TRY IT&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: bwaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man they're the ugliest things i've ever seen....besides my sister as a newborn...hahahhah jk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone want some rodents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79751816?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79751816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79751816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79751816' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79661025</id><published>2002-07-31T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T17:52:56.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAIR HAIR HAIR! all over the damn place....crap i don't have pets but its ALL OVER THE PLACE!  all my hair must be falling out or something....i've vacuumed like 4 times this week.....ah!!! we do lose 150-200 strands of hair day (yes guys do too) but this is insane!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got piano lessons today...hmm i am prepared to be scolded by anh tuan again..."christine you never practice...you take entirely to long to finish this song! when i was younger i practice this much...this fast..blah blah blah...." o and here's my favorite..."you know minh and and quang anh? they practice 7 hours a week..blah blah blah..." &lt;---(kimmy's cousins) i really did use to enjoy the piano but now its just another chore to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79661025?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79661025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79661025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79661025' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79627919</id><published>2002-07-31T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T00:09:41.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i think satan got to you before God did, and then when God realized it, he went 'uh oh'" --&lt;i&gt;michelle nguyen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, ladies and gents, this is what michelle really thinks of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79627919?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79627919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79627919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79627919' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79613646</id><published>2002-07-30T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T17:30:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;yummmm borden milk and oreoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh my....my IQ...hahahah lol, so i took 4 different IQ tests, 4 different results...pretty much in the same range....i'm a genius...hahahah whatever...did you know Hugs raises IQ?  yes yes yes, that means you won't be getting any from me, i want the higher IQ duh..haha jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just talking to christen, its so wierd how much everything changed after i left. i heard the parks mall has expanded and everythings gotten bigger, and then we got to the subject of people...and i realized that some of my closest friends and i don't have anything to talk about anymore...sometimes when i talk to them i realize that we've all gotten older and we've matured, but they havent' really changed, i have.  and yesterday i was talking to omar, he brought up the point that once you leave high school, there's no turning back...is life really going by this fast?  my sister's a teenager! its scary...in december i'll be graduating, i don't know what i'm doing or where i'm going...and then it goes back to my friends, we haven't really talked to each other but when we all leave, what happens if we lose touch?  i mean getting a phone number and calling isn't hard, but you lose that person you know?  you already dont know who you are anymore, how are they supposed to know you?  they think you're the same but you're not.  one of my best friends in middle school, no one knows whats up with her, apparently she's insane...it's wierd, i'm 3 years away from being twenty, ten years ago i was seven, 5 years ago i was 12, last week i had no responsibilities, today i'm two weeks away from starting the last first day of high school, 5 months from now i won't be home long enough to see anyone in my family...and a year from now? will i be out of the house finally? or still hanging on? then i realize, for the past 17 years &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i have been dead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, i haven't even lived a single minute of my life, all its been is drama, i've been caught in the middle but i wasn't really involved, more like i just watched everything unfold and let someone else take care of it for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned this last  year or something and its so true:&lt;br /&gt;you know when you die and there's an epitath on your gravestone that has the year you were born, a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and the year you died?  that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dash &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;is so significant,  its represents your life, that &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; your life people, its short isn't it? compared to all of eternity...i mean really, what is it that one can accomplish in such a short time? TONS! and i haven't really done anything, but no i don't think that my life is going to waste...in a way, i'm looking forward to what the future holds, i hope it will turn out well, but i have definitely missed most of my past (part of it i would like to forget), and i will enjoy the rest of my lazy summer, after all, it will be my last without a car or a job and no responsibilities...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79613646?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79613646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79613646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79613646' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79583562</id><published>2002-07-30T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T00:58:31.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*ferdinand:  is it because you found God and realized that it wasn't me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was soooo just kidding, he's praying for God not to strike down on him...*note to ferdinand--i still have those pictures...you know what that means...BLACKMAIL...muahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched edward scissorhands, i love all tim burton movies, i am a glutton for them, they're dark, neurotic, profound and humorous...i even liked the nightmare before christmas...but i love the character of edward...i don't know why, reminds me of *someone...sacrificial, sensitive, and you can see the expressions on his face so clearly...thats what i like in certain people, don't have to say anything but you know what they're feeling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSS! crappy accord is not in for consideration anymore...the lady said that she would not sell for less than 3 grand...hey hey lady...see my finger? yeaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79583562?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79583562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79583562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79583562' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79570957</id><published>2002-07-29T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T19:20:35.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Khannie Bonnie: k hang on i hafta cut the kids nails&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: ewww&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: they're scratching my mom&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: lol&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: GROSS&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t: hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why khanh's the motherly figure out of all of us, very dutiful to her own mother and nurturing towards everyone...hehe...she cooks, she cleans, and she plays with kids...i on the other hand would lock the kids up in the janitors closet at church if they misbehave...haha..can anyone actually believe she's younger than me? me and my begging and whining *Ma Khanh! Can you make me a sandwich with mustard and no mayo? hahaha...speaking of sandwiches...my sister too is a mother-like figure for her age group...she's khanh's "little pretend sister" even though in reality she's my um half mexican britney spears looking baby sister...well yea she was making me a sandwich and then out of no where she says "when i grow up i'm going to make my kids lunch everyday with sunbeam texas giant sandwiches" ahhaha its funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it that everyone knows my sister's pet peeves and tastes?  everyone knows she hates people who wear her flower shoes, her favorite type of bread, cheese, mayo, lotion, she's a "vegetarian" and all that crap...and my mother still doesn't know that i hate coke...wahhhhh she loves michelle more...hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79570957?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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over today jess...haha...yes my mother still wants to open up a church's chicken...ewwww...i hate fried chicken places, always so dirty and greasy...YUCK...but she said that i can clean hers up...NO WAY DUDE! i only clean my room (ummm yea) and my bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry said that i talked like an "educated hick that has a slight twang belonging to some sort of british vernacular" today...I DO NOT! just because i &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; use "howdy" and "charming" in one sentence doesn't mean you can tease me you stupid aussie...hahaha...jerry, honestly...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;twang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? *christine guffawing at you...o and look at how she snorts...haha (i still can't get over the fact your real name is Jeremiah...how did &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; get stuck with such a great name?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo and behold....marcus called today...he is apparently back and will be leaving in 2 days to continue his "tour of Europe"...bah...have not seen the fella for months now...its okay okay marcus...i still look the same (*he claims to have forgotten my countenance)...and yes marcus you are still a foot taller than me....must you lower my self esteem? haha...o and he continues to ridicule my dreams of becoming a mega awesome bass player...that's okay buddy...the april fools incident is still fresh in my memory and yea, WE HAVE PICTURES!!!...and i know that would definitely scar you for life..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79569269?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79569269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79569269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79569269' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79560098</id><published>2002-07-29T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T14:17:12.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we went "car shopping" yesterday...how sad...i might be driving a 91' accord that looks like it could die on me at any given time...and only 90,000 miles? that sounds very suspicious, and *gasp! no CD player! i mean seriously how are you not gonna let the music junkie not listen to her music? *gag...but my mother is once again foolishly trusting her younger siblings to install me one of those "high tech (you know, the really big ones that you stick in the back of your trunk? yeaaa one of those complicated thingys that will surely piss me off...)" ones, but with that car, i'm afraid it'll get jacked before i ever get to use it...she says i'll only have to drive that for maybe a year or until i go to a "real" college (i think she's a bit unhappy about quad c but i know she's definitely not planning to scoop out 25 grand for SMU.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished watching Hart's War...colin farrell is quite the charmer...but yea i liked this one better than the other ones (mr. farrell might have had something to do with it)...i hate war movies now, too many of them, same old crap about honor and respect that really don't get the message across because they're copy cats of each other...btw this one was about honor too...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm getting some flack from jerry (btw fun fact about this fellow...his real name is jeremiah...cool eh?) about my sn...all right here's the story, i've had this SN when i first got aim...no i wasn't trying to "asianize" it...i just didn't want retarded idiots IMing me so i made it hard and complicated so that they would have a hard time memorizing it...believe me it has helped me, very recently actually,(zeke hasn't harassed me yet but the time could come...haha i hope i didn't just jinx myself), and its pronounced dorkiexviet...like the email (yea still trying to figure out how zeke got my email..) not Do OrKEE xxxx Veee AT...(idiots, those are the ones i'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well have a nice day people...i'll be on as usual...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79560098?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79560098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79560098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79560098' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79519491</id><published>2002-07-28T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T15:42:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, my friends are attempting to drag me to hot import nights this year, which i deem pointless because i don't have a fricking car or license.  they claim they are trying to "asianize" me.  i'm sorry, but most asians suffer from this "asian pride" disorder...get over it, you're in college now, go find your own identity...actually, adam just wants me to fight the import models so that when i push them off their cars he can rescue them, become their hero, and try to start a "relationship" with them...haha those were his exact words...ewww dirty perve...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79519491?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79519491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79519491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79519491' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79518774</id><published>2002-07-28T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T15:09:22.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i megan's dad is going to teach me how to play the bass...hahahaha...this is going to be great especially when he says "i'm too old now and i can't read the notes fast enough."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79518774?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79518774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79518774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79518774' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79498163</id><published>2002-07-27T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T23:18:26.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;the blogs i admit have been kinda dull, i do suffer from acute amnesia, and um screw you for complaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VBS UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so us girls (khanh, jess, and i) were slaving in the kitchen, cooking cleaning and all of that nitty gritty stuff, *floppy comes in, wanders around into the kitchen, and i ask in a gentle manner, "so floppy, what are you doing?", floppy replies "just standing here", and i ask floppy, "wanna give us some help" and floppy doesn't hesitate to reply in her blunt manner..."no"....and continues to wander around the kitchen pickin at the food and walks out...so the moral of the story is, we will let floppy cook next year by HERSELF (cause um im not sure anyone wants to work with her) and all 3 of us will walk into the kitchen and pick at her food while she's scrubbing dishes and walks out...WARNING TO FLOPPY:&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;what goes around comes around three times worse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (that means you'll be seeing us three in the kitchen than you'll want to...hahah)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i was getting the bread sticks out and was la-di-dadding and i burned khanhs arm...so now she and i have matching burn scars...&lt;br /&gt;-later on...floppy was in the kitchen &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;yet again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, looks at khanh's brand new burn scar and says "ewww you're gonna have that scar 10 years from now", dear khanh says "umm okay", and floppy proclaims "well okay now i can't marry you b/c you have an ugly scar on your arm".  okay, so is she partial to girls or not?? khanh?? hello??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-day one of VBS "KHANH DID YOU PUT SUGAR IN THE KOOL AID?", Khanh:"no its already sweetened"...christine:"blah it tastes like lemons and water"....day two swings around...i dumped the whole jar of sugar into the kool aid....kimmy goes something like "GEE WILLIKERS! i have a sweeet tooth and i'm telling you this is SWEET!"...so the kids drink it alll...makes another batch of punch with the bowl megan used to put ground water in...had to dump that one out and start over...Kool aid sucks...i wonder what the adults are gonna use to sweeten their coffee tomarrow morning...&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sadly, i don't think i've been truly merciful to anyone at church, hahaha, i think i've traumatized half of the church...so thats why attendance is down...hahah but no really...its kinda sad to see that half the church is gone and VBS had only like 10 kids...next year we should just combine one big mother of a VBS, saves us time and energy and money, we busted this year...Khanh, Jess, and Christine have now officially retired from our roles as head chefs of VBS...we have annointed Floppy as the new VBS head chef....BEWARE!!!  hahaha, indeed no one shall ever be able to fill our shoes...so long...eat safely, you never know who's picking at your food...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i forget anything else about VBS people? if so please do tell...it was not wonderful but very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79498163?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79498163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79498163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79498163' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79466778</id><published>2002-07-27T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T00:12:17.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;o how i miss  you...*chortling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog blog blog, a white dry erase board where i can just scribble (or type insanely) about wierd things.  hmm, my thoughts are like a jar of marbles waiting to be pushed over so i that it brings amusement to others when they hear clinking sounds of bouncing marbles and amusement to me when they trip and fall over one of them.      &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wonderful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's insane,  one moment Person #7777 feels as though they are too great for others, and that they cannot find one of their caliber, they are so demanding, with expectations that almost match the description of perfection.  and then when they find that someone, who could possibly be someone who meets the criteria, Person #7777 somehow convinces themselves that that someone is too great for them, and that Person #7777 themself, failed to meet their own criteria.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;somebody please explain to me how this works because Person #7777 cannot even explain their own situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;excellent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79466778?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79466778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79466778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79466778' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79465208</id><published>2002-07-26T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T23:24:47.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bluangelbabi: hmm i don't feel bad..i wonder what happened to my conscience&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: lol&lt;br /&gt;Khannie Bonnie: the annoyance with *zeke ate it up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79465208?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79465208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79465208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79465208' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79462881</id><published>2002-07-26T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T23:05:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so VBS....hmm SLOW AND SMALL THIS YEAR...which means more ice cream and candy for us! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered something today, unfortunately, it's sad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never ever tell TTT these 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the truth&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;3. i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if i were to utter any of those 3 things, TTT wouldn't believe me no matter how sincere i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is one thing i can tell TTT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"NOTHING"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see even if i do say that, TTT wouldn't believe me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't win, and niether can TTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewwww bao played that disgusting dave mathews band song over and over again, and chased me around his guitar in his attempt to aggravate me....&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it worked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79462881?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79462881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79462881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79462881' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79422090</id><published>2002-07-25T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T22:51:22.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>khanh and i went shopping for VBS today with Muc Su Jim and his wife.  they're so interesting (in a good way),  cheesy, making up cheesy things, but it makes them laugh at each other and they just don't care what the world thinks, they're so happy...makes you want to say when i grow old and sage, i want to be like them...i forget their convos, khanh will be on later i'll ask her... then we went to la madeliene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know speaking of food...they've been remodeling my kitchen and so they havent cooked anything in days, so i'm here starving, we're out of eggs, bread and milk...and my mother didn't give me any money to eat...it sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VBS is tomarrow...wooohoooo i made hats for us khanh..hahhah  YOU HAVE TO WEAR THEM! BE SILLY FOR THE KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the blog stops here....bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79422090?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79422090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79422090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79422090' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79421127</id><published>2002-07-25T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T22:27:29.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here it is, today's conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect mine and X's identities...whatever the whole world knows...bwhahaha&lt;br /&gt;x: this is getting faggish&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: it is&lt;br /&gt;x: you brought this on me! make it go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Auto response from d0rki3xvi3t: VBS stuff... &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: what are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: the AOL stuff?&lt;br /&gt;x: hahaha *zeke and *marthabelle too&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: what?&lt;br /&gt;x: take it back to whence it came!&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: what are you talking about&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: i can't help it shes in love you&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: haha&lt;br /&gt;x: i dont want it!&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: and i can't help *zeke's some wierd boy&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: thats too bad&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: haha&lt;br /&gt;x: where is that blasted time machine&lt;br /&gt;x: im sorry youre so studly&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: hwo know&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: s&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: the day she was born we should have switched her&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: haha&lt;br /&gt;x: are you suggesting that *zeke bothers me because he's gay?&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: hahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: no&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: but now that i think of it&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: hahaah&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: HOW WONDERFUL&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: SO HE DOES KNOW LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: ay&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: im jk&lt;br /&gt;x: great. a love sick girl, a fag, and connection problems. wow we have an abc comedy folks&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: hahaah&lt;br /&gt;the bearer of bad news: how great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shorten my title as BEARER OF BAD NEWS...we shortened it to BON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x: hows life BON?&lt;br /&gt;BON: noo no  non nononono&lt;br /&gt;BON: : warning girl&lt;br /&gt;BON: : or something&lt;br /&gt;BON: : girl who warns&lt;br /&gt;BON: : sheesh&lt;br /&gt;BON: : hahah&lt;br /&gt;x: hahaha noo i like BON&lt;br /&gt;x: soon it'll expand to bon bon&lt;br /&gt;BON: : hahaha&lt;br /&gt;x: eh screw it&lt;br /&gt;x: bon bon&lt;br /&gt;BON: : no no no&lt;br /&gt;BON: : ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;BON: : no&lt;br /&gt;BON: : what shall i call you in my blog?&lt;br /&gt;BON: : why not messenger of death?&lt;br /&gt;BON: : haha&lt;br /&gt;BON: : i have nothing clever&lt;br /&gt;BON: : haha&lt;br /&gt;x: hahaha hey thats a cool title&lt;br /&gt;BON: : yea&lt;br /&gt;BON: : call me messenger of death&lt;br /&gt;BON: : hahaha&lt;br /&gt;BON: : i would rahter have that than bearer of bad news&lt;br /&gt;x: but mod mod doesnt have teh cool ring like bon bon&lt;br /&gt;BON: : haha&lt;br /&gt;BON: : mod mod&lt;br /&gt;BON: : hahah&lt;br /&gt;x: oy&lt;br /&gt;x: mod mod?&lt;br /&gt;BON: : haha&lt;br /&gt;BON: : mod mod&lt;br /&gt;BON: : haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there ya go...oh let me tell you how one little girl can ruin so many lives...bwahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79421127?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79421127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79421127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79421127' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79334701</id><published>2002-07-24T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T00:36:36.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o heres an interesting tid bit of info for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching VH1, something about motley crue, but yea one dude died in a car wreck and his shoe was in the middle of the street, another one died from a drug OD, and then came back alive again, and the next day he was doing drugs again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was backing out of the parking lot at krogers today, it got me thinking, what happens if a guy were to race into the parking lot and hit me and i died? or if i backed out into a little 2 year old?  i mean exactly how fragile is life?  its so delicate.  then it made me think some more, when i was younger, i saw on TV this little boy running through the fields picking flowers, scurried home and gave it to his mother, and she beamed with such pride and joy.  so, that's what i did, kinda, i went to the frontyard, and picked my mother's lillies, and gave them to her.  im not sure she beamed with pride and joy, but she gently (i wish she would still be gentle) explained that these were not meant for picking, but for looking. but the point is,  isn't that what life is?  delicate things that are inevitably "picked" out in the end? given to a higher authority?  i mean is it ever a mistake? like the one i made, picking the wrong flowers?  isn't that called dying young? maybe an incomplete life? you know at funerals when those people say "it wasn't her time"...isn't that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought about the second guy of motley crue...dying and coming back to life...how does that work?  do SOME get people float above their dead bodies and look down and decide whether they want to go back and others don't?  is it the "mistake" i was talking about above...the realization that maybe this person shouldn't die yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows...man i don't even know what the heezy i'm talking about anymore...that's my problem...sometimes i start off really well...then KAPUT...who knows where i'm going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VH1..save the music..and you're thinking MOTLEY CRUE...WTF is that?  there isn't an abundance of things to do around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice night...drive safely and don't do drugs. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79334701?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79334701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79334701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79334701' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79333017</id><published>2002-07-23T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T23:51:40.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jonah: sometimes, being sober hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonah is very special indeed...hahaha...see ya in a week buddy...take pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79333017?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79333017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79333017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79333017' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79332884</id><published>2002-07-23T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T23:47:43.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished watching TV, interesting stuff i say...ask me about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm people came over today to make our patios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started reading sophie's world...pretty interesting so far i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow my level of thinking has dropped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamster news:&lt;br /&gt;so now they can both climb the ladder up into the tree house...which is funny...they fight over who goes up first...then they try to escape from the tree house...i'll post a pic of their home one of these days so you'll know what im talking about...very nifty...we lost their restaurtant though...but anyways...my hamster (which is btw still unnamed) was just laying there in its tree house...not moving...like it was dying...i think i overfed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool song of the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes fear- the doves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79332884?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79332884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79332884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79332884' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79292420</id><published>2002-07-23T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T01:55:55.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like my VBS shirt that khanh and i made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://community.webshots.com/photo/44527800/44528637ugbXpL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doans has the mothman on hers...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technology makes me fat and lazy...dang it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice night everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79292420?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79292420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79292420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79292420' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79234284</id><published>2002-07-21T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T10:32:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the drama continues, her parents yell at me and lectures how irresponsible I AM.  screw that, she didn't tell her parents that we weren't going afterwards, NOOOOOO...she decided not to tell the whole truth so that she could scheme her way into things...man i'm not taking that manipulative brat anywhere anymore...brat is an understatement, i meant IMP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79234284?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79234284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79234284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79234284' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79191198</id><published>2002-07-20T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-20T11:55:08.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw mothman prophecies last night, it was great fun, especially with lil girls screaming about nothing.  minh told ghost stories.  fun fun fun.  how is everyone this morning?  you know what i hate? people who try to ellude me.  thinking im stupid and i won't find out their little schemes and nonsense.  but then i warn them about the consequences, and then i have to enforce them, and then im the bad guy, but then again....&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it makes me feel good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahaha, i laugh at your demise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk, i may be evil but i'm still cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahaha, i just woke up...i'm grumpy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79191198?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79191198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79191198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79191198' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79160240</id><published>2002-07-19T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T13:59:20.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yesterday, kimmy and i went around looking for jobs, i'm hoping to finally get hired.  got my free underwear from Gap just like everyone else, uploaded more pics on the picture trail, had bee analyze my signature, talk to danny (no not the one from church...bahahha), this morning, made a necklace, clean the house again for michelles bday sleepover crap, i swear her birthdays last for months, and she plans them on mine (mine's may 5 and her's is july 11), most of the time she starts planning for her next birthday a week after its all over, and majority of the time it doesn't follow through, but her parties are always so much more elaborate than mine,  i don't ever recall my birthdays being so lavish,  the closest one was on my sixteenth birthday, the family threw my grandmother a party instead,  but to make it up they gave me money.  so yes, one of these days i should do something i actually want to do on my "special" day. blah.  yes khanh, i know the run ons are horrendous, i apologize for the terrible grammer, i'm such a disgrace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79160240?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79160240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79160240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79160240' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79135842</id><published>2002-07-18T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T23:36:09.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after months with a broken digital camara, and begging my mother for a new one, i realize that it is not broken at all.  just stuck the batteries in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could happen to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79135842?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79135842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79135842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79135842' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79134764</id><published>2002-07-18T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T23:06:41.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>58. I hate coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me complete-lit&lt;br /&gt;rise-doves &lt;--the next big thing&lt;br /&gt;blood-abandoned pools&lt;br /&gt;the closest thing- the julianna theory&lt;br /&gt;4am- our lady peace&lt;br /&gt;wasted and ready - ben kweller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79134764?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79134764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79134764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79134764' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79094831</id><published>2002-07-17T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T23:49:13.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.	my mother named my viet name after herself (and looky here, turned out nothing like her)&lt;br /&gt;2.	People often confuse my sarcasm with depression or pessimism.&lt;br /&gt;3.	I’m anti-social but I raise hell when I wanna. &lt;br /&gt;4.	I am as tall and weigh as much as Bee.&lt;br /&gt;5.	I cuss when I don’t want to elaborate on things&lt;br /&gt;6.	Red and Green are my favorite colors but Christmas is not my favorite holiday&lt;br /&gt;7.	This is my favorite number&lt;br /&gt;8.	Never had a job&lt;br /&gt;9.	I enjoy my unproductiveness.&lt;br /&gt;10.	I take pictures, tons of them.&lt;br /&gt;11.	And wait for months, maybe years just to develop them.&lt;br /&gt;12.	I like pictures of me taken from behind&lt;br /&gt;13.	I read and research a lot.&lt;br /&gt;14.	I hate math&lt;br /&gt;15.	When it rains, I kick water at strangers&lt;br /&gt;16.	My hamsters bite&lt;br /&gt;17.	My sister bites&lt;br /&gt;18.	Boys hate me&lt;br /&gt;19.	Therefore I’m single, I’ve always been single.&lt;br /&gt;20.	If I could be on any show I would be on Russell Simmon’s Def Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;21.	Or Who’s Line is it Anyways&lt;br /&gt;22.	I like Big sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;23.	I like him but I’m pretty sure the feeling’s not mutual.&lt;br /&gt;24.	I believe that marriage is NOT for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;25.	I don’t have a license&lt;br /&gt;26.	Ozarka Water is my favorite drink&lt;br /&gt;27.	Sonic’s Ocean water with strawberry is my second favorite&lt;br /&gt;28.	I like hard rock (none of that pop-rock crap), classical, neo-soul and techno comes in last.&lt;br /&gt;29.	I live in Carrollton but I’m as broke as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;30.	I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;31.	I’m not very fond of my church though.&lt;br /&gt;32.	My room is navy blue, I didn’t paint it, it was already like that like that.&lt;br /&gt;33.	I wish my mom would buy me some sketcher or nike roller skates.&lt;br /&gt;34.	I can’t see because they gave me the wrong prescription contacts.&lt;br /&gt;35.	When I can’t see, I can’t really hear, smell, taste, or feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;36.	My hair has never been this long&lt;br /&gt;37.	I’m going to cut it, long hair makes my head look bigger.&lt;br /&gt;38.	I can’t sing, but I can do opera.&lt;br /&gt;39.	One day, I’m going to be rich, but I’m not sure I’ll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;40.	My partner in crime and I stole half a suitcase full of hotel soap and lotion.&lt;br /&gt;41.	I wish guys would smile in pictures, unless they have weird teeth.&lt;br /&gt;42.	I am currently playing Valse by Chopin and Pavane by Gabriel Faure on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;43.	I’m graduating in 5 months and I don’t know where I’m going to college.&lt;br /&gt;44.	When I’m ransacking someone’s front yard, I usually throw rice on the lawn so that birds will eat it and blow up.&lt;br /&gt;45.	I’m not flattered when boys call me “baby” or “boo”&lt;br /&gt;46.	and I don’t like being called cute.  I really don’t.&lt;br /&gt;47.	I’ve been to 3 different high schools.&lt;br /&gt;48.	I tend to forget my zip codes since I’ve lived in so many.&lt;br /&gt;49.	Spoon is my favorite card game.  Especially when I get to slap people.&lt;br /&gt;50.           I am so random, it hard to believe that I’m actually thinking.&lt;br /&gt;51.           I am anti-children, yet i am always bombarded by them.&lt;br /&gt;52.           I like my hair actually.&lt;br /&gt;53.           People often mistake me for being half white, and my sister half hispanic or black.&lt;br /&gt;54.           I am picky.&lt;br /&gt;55.           People think I'm arrogant and cocky&lt;br /&gt;56.           Really its because i know what i want and like i said, i'm picky.&lt;br /&gt;57.           I like to use big words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79094831?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79094831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79094831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79094831' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79071766</id><published>2002-07-17T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T12:38:37.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pontificate-to speak in a pompously dogmantic way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79071766?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79071766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79071766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79071766' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79071427</id><published>2002-07-17T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T12:29:16.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES FOUND A NEW HOBBY....or picked up an old one at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking pics, won't be developing them for the obvious reasons, but yes, must purchase new digital camera, but before i can do that, i need money to get one.   would anyone like to be my subjects?  aha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79071427?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79071427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79071427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79071427' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79049791</id><published>2002-07-16T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T23:25:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im studying my pictures,  you know i'm not very &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;photogenic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  pictures can sometimes tell a lot about a person.  i used to be in photography before i moved.  i miss directing people and developing my own stuff.  like after taking pictures, i used to rush to develope them, now that i have to go to walmart i put off developing them for months.  there's something about developing your own pictures, you have the power to make them bright or &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;moody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  how much color you want...where you want the colors, etc. you choose how you depict the person.  they can be smiling, but if you use the right lighting, it can become a very &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;depressing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;sight.  i used to take pictures in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;black in white &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and insert color to a specific thing, such as the color of someones eyes.  it can change ones &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;perception &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;of the subject. as for me in pictures, i like pictures of me from my backside, and no its not because i have J.Lo's ass or anything like that, it's simple, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;walking away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, looking forward.  you get to see my surroundings , where i'm at.  sometimes when i look at those pictures, by my posture or the way im walkin or standing i can tell my mood, i remember those things, theres more stuff behind that.  i don't really like pictures of me from the front (no its not because i think i'm ugly),  if they are taken up front, i would rather be running towards the camera or walking or something, some kind of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;natural motion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  am i camera shy?  most definitely not, i'm just very picky about stuff, and like i said, i'm just not photogenic. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79049791?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79049791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79049791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79049791' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79048286</id><published>2002-07-16T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T22:46:10.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today the hamsters bit jessica and michelle again, haha...vicious little animals i say. my mom found some fritos laying around so she fed it to them...GaGgagagagag...i'm thinking about returning them, THEY'RE RETARDED!  my other hamsters (the same kind) weren't this lazy and stupid, like we put them into the hamster ball and they don't run...they sit there like they're sitting in their cage, and the ladder, they can't climb the latter....what retards,  Jess dropped mine multiple times....hahah im the one to speak, i dropped mine then ran off...my sister had to catch the rat (no pun intended)...we're thinking of naming them butthole and butthead because they're so stupid..hahha still need suggestions dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend(10:36:29 PM): how are you doing&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:36:37 PM): we got hamsters&lt;br /&gt;friend(10:36:58 PM): hamsters??&lt;br /&gt;friend(10:37:04 PM): is that slang&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:37:17 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:37:18 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:37:22 PM): you know the animals?&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:37:23 PM): hahha&lt;br /&gt;friend(10:37:24 PM): ohh&lt;br /&gt;friend(10:37:26 PM): sorry&lt;br /&gt;friend(10:37:27 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:37:29 PM): hahah&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:37:30 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;friend(10:37:31 PM): i asked how were you doing!&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:37:34 PM): hahha&lt;br /&gt;d0rki3xvi3t (10:37:40 PM): im okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79048286?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79048286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79048286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79048286' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79026670</id><published>2002-07-16T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T12:47:20.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. &lt;br /&gt;The teacher was going to explain evolution &lt;br /&gt;to the children. The teacher asked a little boy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Tommy do you see the tree outside? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see &lt;br /&gt;if you can see the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw &lt;br /&gt;the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Did you see God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see &lt;br /&gt;God because he isn't there. He doesn't exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the &lt;br /&gt;boy some questions. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the tree outside? &lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Tommy do you see the grass outside? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yessssss (getting tired of the same questions by &lt;br /&gt;this time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yessssss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Then according to what &lt;br /&gt;we were taught today in  school, she must not have one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT" ( 2 Corinthians 5:7) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up to josh groban,  what an exquisite voice.  for those of you who haven't a clue to what i'm talking about,  he's like 21, sang on ally mcbeal and with celine dion (replaced bocelli), basically the male version of celine dion but not so pop, but very contemporary, more opera-like and so much better (she's so annoying in real life and in interviews)...i would wake up to his voice any morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally finished &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;requiem for a dream last night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...BRAVO...very nuerotic and complex yet simple...i like the way it was directed, very creative and artistic.  some people found it depressing, nehhh i dont' think so.  it made me think, when an actor is given a script how do they know that the film will turn out like this?  i mean, if i were reading the script to this movie i'd be thinking wtf is going on...pictures like this and memento...the scripts would probably confuse the crap outta me...therefore, i will never be an actress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playlist for the morning:&lt;br /&gt;josh groban&lt;br /&gt;incubus-warning&lt;br /&gt;splendor-monotone&lt;br /&gt;novacaine for the soul- eels&lt;br /&gt;4am-our lady peace&lt;br /&gt;rocksteady- remy shand&lt;br /&gt;blood- abandoned pools&lt;br /&gt;flickerstick-beautiful&lt;br /&gt;incubus-drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has enough time to tell you what she's listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79026670?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79026670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79026670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79026670' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-79002742</id><published>2002-07-15T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T22:46:34.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm...so now we have to wear gloves just to hold our hamsters...haha...they bite right throught them too...yeesh...they just don't bite...they stick their fangs in and dangle as you try to swing them off...poor michelle..hahha...still the pets are unnamed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-79002742?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79002742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/79002742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79002742' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78993354</id><published>2002-07-15T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T18:14:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! i got like all five of my cameras developed...i'm like a picture freak cept for i wait for months afterwards to develope them...i think imma make a picture trail...who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to get a check up today, i hate my new doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got hamsters today...we got a mother and her son...the son is supposedly mine,  he's like half albino...hahaha mine bit my sister and then hers bit her...hahah...LOL...."those animals are evil..now all i can do is watch them"...jessica they're taking revenge for you...hahah they still don't have names...i was thinking Rat trap and Cheese, maybe Hannibal and Lector, mikey says Tex and Spike...haha any suggestions anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78993354?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78993354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78993354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78993354' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78958365</id><published>2002-07-14T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T22:52:02.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i don't eat people, i don't even eat animals for pete's sake, not even animal crackers, they're nasty."&lt;br /&gt;-michelle/hannibal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78958365?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78958365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78958365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78958365' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78952195</id><published>2002-07-14T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T21:16:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's excuse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not concieted...i'm just honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah sothea's right, the truth came right out... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was you're day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78952195?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78952195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78952195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78952195' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78942942</id><published>2002-07-14T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T14:38:39.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need another hobby besides blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking picking up another instrument (yea i quit the violin and i would the piano too if my mother weren't so obsessed with it), guitar? bass? drums?  the drums would be nice but it would also add to the list on why i should go out with a certain drummer (im going to be nice about, it will &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;happen so you all can stop your scheming...haha), how about yoga?  i need to get in shape right?  kickboxing? poetry readings (i do have a lot of mumblings written on post it notes and what not)?  karaoke?  learn how to spiff up my website?  you know what would be awesome?  i need people willing to go with me... interviewing random strangers...ahaha...pick a subject, record them and ask them how their day is, talk about the subject, thank them, go home and make a movie.  no takers? alright...next hobby,  learn how to deejay?  take an art class?  make more of those t-shirts with stuff from the collection of post it notes,  cut up all my clothes and sew them back together...hmm...maybe what i really need is a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78942942?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78942942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78942942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78942942' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78942091</id><published>2002-07-14T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T14:09:06.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back to return that horrible movie, a walk to remember, and go back to that new bubble tea place. i like that place, pretty good stuff (the green apple tastes like a jolly rancher) and all the asian people haven't flocked there yet.  the place is called fat straw, but hey look at me i like the fact that no one really knows about it yet but i'm advertising it...blah  hmmm so bored what to do what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78942091?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78942091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78942091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78942091' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78927528</id><published>2002-07-14T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T01:18:31.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, me being in one of your dreams is considered a nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78927528?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78927528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78927528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78927528' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78927298</id><published>2002-07-14T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T13:51:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm...so that stupid a walk to remember movie was the gayest thing i've ever seen,  she should have died sooner in the movie...when jess is here tomarrow i'll tell ya all the obscene crap we had to say about this ridiculous movie, JESS WANTED TO RENT IT! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to six flags...im in so much pain...i haven't been there in so long but that stupid texas giant ride, they changed it up and you tend to hit the seat and the bony kid next to you now that they've taken out the head rest...went with jess and cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i found the poem i wrote for coffeehouse when i was still at bowie...man where the hell do i get the nerve to write this stuff? hahah will be posted later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got church tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sothea's taking me to play tennis i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't sleep got so much crap on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78927298?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78927298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78927298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78927298' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78893536</id><published>2002-07-13T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T00:10:16.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suggest we learn to love ourselves before its made illegal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incubus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78893536?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78893536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78893536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78893536' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78893430</id><published>2002-07-13T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T00:06:53.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man the things you can write in anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78893430?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78893430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78893430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78893430' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78877326</id><published>2002-07-12T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T15:28:14.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHHHH TODAY'S MICHELLE'S SURPRISE BDAY PARTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78877326?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78877326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78877326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78877326' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78848195</id><published>2002-07-11T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T22:50:15.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like rain, i like jumping in puddles, kicking water at people, watching my neighbors tree get hit by lightning.  my mother had our trees hedged and now they look retarded because she's afraid lightening will strike and the trees will fall and my roof would collapse...rain...its fun driving...although the traffic sucks, but its soothing...and if you're in hawaii...rain is the best...downside is it makes you feel sticky, and uncomfortable when you're wet...especially with jeans on...but other than that rain...i always get the best sleep when its thundering and and stuff..Rain rain... a gift...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78848195?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78848195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78848195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78848195' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78848048</id><published>2002-07-11T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T22:45:54.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah the blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of weeks of blogging now, i see why people do it, why people have journals...cuz of A)you have no lives like me B) you have a life and its interesting and you must spill. C) you just write cuz you have no one to talk to (yea this is what happens to antisocial folks&lt;---uh me?) or D) you just use it to store crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like i'm typing my random crap down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting a hamster, why? my mother says that my antisocialism has gotten out of control, and that my pet rock hasn't been much of a help...hahha im just joshin...my sisters getting one for her bday and she doesn't want it to be lonely...whatever my last hamster was called dookie and hers was cutie, she killed hers by forgetting to put water in, i jsut kinda forgot about mine and came back and it was dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if we were all the pieces of papers and we had crayons? what color would you be?  i would be red or green.  no christmas is not my  favorite holiday i think...  what if we were to use our crayons to mark on each other's piece of papers?, pretty soon we're a friggin masterpiece...what would you be a picture of?  would it be bright flowers because you like bright people?  hmmm interesting thought isn't it?  and in the end, when we're left in the car and we melt, what are the colors that you melt with?  what color would it turn out to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another one, what if we were all bulletin boards?  we could trade post it notes with stuff on it,  stab each other with thumb tacks, or colorful push pins...what would be on you're bulletin board? pictures?  sayings?  a calender? reminders? i mean arent' we like bulletin boards though? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we are a compilation of people and their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's my sister birthday...yes i know we are nothing alike...she's that happy go lucky kid...and im that um stoic one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78848048?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78848048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78848048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78848048' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78807487</id><published>2002-07-11T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T00:36:04.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr W: "do you ever think that one day you could lose your pinky finger?  i mean how are you going to pick your nose?"&lt;br /&gt;ms F: "use your index finger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78807487?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78807487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78807487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78807487' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78791051</id><published>2002-07-10T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T15:51:38.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lawyer, journalist, heart surgeon, coroner (oh shut up...the money is good and there's always job security), pharmacist, and if none of these work, engineer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions decisions help help help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          "hello hello hello? do you hear me? i am the voice of insanity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feque feque feque feque....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78791051?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78791051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78791051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78791051' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597472.post-78736927</id><published>2002-07-09T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T12:30:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notquitevivid.net/storequiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.notquitevivid.net/storeae.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notquitevivid.net/storequiz.html" target="new"&gt;Which store are you??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;This quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/forgottenfawkes"&gt;Carly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/style.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/images/glam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/style.html"&gt;What's Your Style?&lt;/a&gt; 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I taste like Beef." /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I taste like &lt;B&gt;Beef&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste like beef. I'm probably made of beef. You are what you eat, they say, and if the title didn't mean something else, I would be a beefeater. I think red meat is good for you. Puts hair on your chest. &lt;A HREF="http://blog.ravenblack.net/quiz/flavour.pl"&gt;What Flavour Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.facebeneath.net/quiz/makeup/ target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.facebeneath.net/quiz/makeup/blusher.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm a blusher. &lt;a href=//www.facebeneath.net/quiz/makeup/ target=_blank&gt;what type of make up are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;quiz made by &lt;a href=http://www.facebeneath.net target=_blank&gt;muna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glamtastic.net/~becca/you/quizicecream.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.glamtastic.net/~becca/you/cookiedough.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glamtastic.net/~becca/you/quizicecream.html" target="_Blank"&gt;What Flavor Icecream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://rain-drop.net/quiz/finger/fifth.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classy, sophisticated and can be slightly snobbish at times. You are the fifth finger and you have a passion for the finer things in life. You view the world and yourself in a higher light and appreciate the life of luxury (hey, who doesn't?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rain-drop.net/quiz/finger"&gt;Which finger are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the quiz to find out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597472-78736927?l=christinesnightmares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78736927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597472/posts/default/78736927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinesnightmares.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78736927' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783225571775725044</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></entry></feed>
