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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 06:07:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>63 Randoms about SYTYCD</title>
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  <description>*please note, I never have time to watch it during the week so I walk around with blinders, covering my ears, to prevent spoilers. Then I sit down on the weekend and watch 3 glorious and tearful hours of it. I&apos;m typing this as I go along.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh my. Cat finally looks completely stunning. That’s the look right there, Cat. Remember this moment the next time you feel the need to, like, try on an ostrich or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think this is my favorite opening number of the season, and not just because it’s ripe with the guys’ chesticles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. That said, hello Mark and Gev’s chesticles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching Mark fan his hands the way he was is helping me make my “gay or straight?” decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh shit! Rock the fuck out with the Emmy noms! I want to know what Mandy Moore was nominated for. Also, I’m surprised Mia wasn’t nominated for Neil and Lacey’s contemporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Aw, it’s the return of the “jidges!” It’s like the return of the mack, only…not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ugh. The country two-step is still so much bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Oh man. Kherington pulled out some ‘tude with that whole “the judges hate me” comment. Um…maybe you should stop being a giant bitch. I used to back you and now…well, now I just think you’re a giant bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I bet Chelsie is dynamite in the sack. I’m just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh snap, three group dance numbers? Holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Oh my God, that was beautiful. I’m in tears over here. Mia Michaels is such an effing badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. And Chelsie, as always, triggered the crying. Her emotionality is beyond amazing. Katee’s, too. Especially in slow, contemporary numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If the mystery choreographer isn’t Shane Sparks, I’m going to crap a moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cat, I realize that it sucks that you have to tell someone to go home, but…someone has to go home. I’m pretty sure it’s worse for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Bottom two predictions, girl style: Comfort &amp;amp; Kherington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I love how only three people in the audience were like, “awww!” for Comfort. That wasn’t a surprise in the slightest bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sucks to your ass-mar, Lil C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Okay, those tank tops the guys are wearing? I think all guys should wear those. Like, all guys with bodies like that should always, always wear tanks like that. Because yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I’m just saying, I have an ogle quota that I need to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. God, I’m such a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Okay, the guest choreographer is totally Adam Shankman. Which is still acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Gev really knows how to shake his hips, doesn’t he? Also, check it out: his chest hair is already growing back. That poor, hairy little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. OMG, I want to learn this routine. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anyone else giggling at Cat calling all the guys Moe? Because I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Oh shit, Nigel choreographed that?! Well bra-fucking-vo! That was amazing! I had no idea he had it in him (that’s what she said). Seriously, Nigel, where you been keeping that locked away? Start choreographing more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. There’s something so wrong and squickful about hearing Nigel say “Sugar Pop.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Dammit, Mark and Gev are so damn sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bottom three predictions, guy style: Gev and Mark. WHICH IS SO NOT FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Hot Tamale Train, Love Boat, Sexy Plane, Gondola of Awesome…it’s all just one long, smooth ride to the finish, isn’t it Mary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Oh, hi Mark and your sexy little five o’clock shadow. Come and give me some of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I need to get sexed up by a dancer. Or a gymnast. Or a fireman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. …whoa, where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ugh. America, I hate you. I hate you. Neither Gev nor Mark should be going home right now. AND NOT JUST BECAUSE I WANT TO DO BOTH OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. *ahem* Seriously, why can I not shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Oh my, I totally would have picked David R. to win tickets to the show based on his happy dance. That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Comfort’s Solo: This is the first Comfort solo I’ve truly like in weeks. Where has this routine been for the past five weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mary is actually high or drunk tonight. For real-real. She’s too subdued to not be under the influence of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Okay, Comfort, please to not be making me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Mark’s Solo: Some moments of genius, but not as good as on competition night. I liked the end a lot. I think it just lacked a lot of movement. That said, if that’s how he dances, imagine what he’s like in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Mmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Why are Sonic commercials so damn funny? “You’re not driving me cherries, you’re not driving me strawberries, you’re driving me…” “To the movies!” With that dippy look on her face. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Kherington’s Solo: Where did this Kherington come from? The movement in that was so…it was almost ugly, in the prettiest way. And she didn’t actually smile the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Ahaha, Cat. “You need to vote more!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I’m glad Lil C is telling Kherington like it is. I think she should apologize, for looking like such a bitch backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I won’t lie, I’m surprised Kherington is in the bottom two already. I have her pegged for Top 4, along with Katee. After last week, I’m starting to think it might be Courtney instead of Kherington. But, we’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Although, if Kherington goes home before Comfort, that would be absolute bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Gev’s Solo: Oh my shit. Not the best solo ever, but some of his tricks were great. And he just break danced to Michael Buble! That’s awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Going home predictions: Comfort and Gev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I’m sorry Gev, I love you! Come to me, I will make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Comfort’s like, “I already know, just let me leave.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. *GASP* *GASP* *GASP* *GASP* *GASP* *GASP* *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. There are not enough gasps in the world. I look like a fish on dry land over here. Even Comfort’s like, “That shit’s crazy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Oh my God, I honestly cannot believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Even the look on Cat’s face before she reads the results is like, “Oh, I do not want to say this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. I’m legitimately upset right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. And the bitch is still smiling, God love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I love you, Gev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Okay, I don’t buy into cutesy couple nicknames (except for Dancey, because that was awesome) but did y’all see Marksie after Mark got offstage? AWWW MARKSIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Ugh, and to close out Gev with my favorite All-American Rejects song? The producers and America are conspiring to make me cry myself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Aw, even Gev is like, “Why that song? IT’S SAD!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. OMG GEV DO NOT CRY DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. I’m going to go eat my feelings. Or maybe run for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I’m such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 01:32:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>music</title>
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  <description>What&apos;s the song that&apos;s on my playlist right now, being repeated over&lt;br /&gt;and over and over again? That would be &apos;Them Kids&apos; by Sam Roberts. I&lt;br /&gt;love his music [Don&apos;t Walk Away Eileen is also an amazing song that I&lt;br /&gt;love listening too] and I suggest to check it all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEM KIDS - SAM ROBERTS&lt;br /&gt;  </description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 08:24:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>get your shit together</title>
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  <description>I cannot be the only person appalled at the fact that Apple cannot get their shit together! I mean, I like to think that they&apos;re a fairly popular company. With their release of the jesusPhone, err, the iPhone 3G today, they still had problems. With both their iPhone activation in stores [which they had promised customers would go smoothly and quickly] and their iPod Touch 2.0 Firmware released. You&apos;d have thunk that the planning and hype would live up. It is Apple after all. I have heard from numerous sources that people were turned away at stores. Stores that these people had lined up infront of. Even in Canada! The ridiculously high prices of Rogers didn&apos;t stop the hardcore fanatics from lining up for the 3G, only to be turned away due to the fact that the phone bricked! WTF! The iPod Touch 2.0 Firmware released. It would make sense that it would come out the same day as the iPhone, so iPod Touch users can experience the Apps store at the same time at the iPhone users. Nope. Not only did it not release at midnight [when I think it should have been], it only let me through to download [and not take me back to the iTunes store homepage] at 10:00pm on June 11th. Really? 10 o&apos;clock at night? An on top of that, this $9.99 upgrade includes those updates back in January that I paid THIRTY FRICKIN DOLLARS FOR! And now it&apos;s being conveniently bundled into a ten dollar package along with a whole slew of other stuff. I guess good stuff comes to those who wait, and not those who jump right into it. This makes me want to wait for a while before buying this update. Maybe in seven months they&apos;ll be giving it away for free? Unacceptable if you ask me. But you didn&apos;t. And this is just a rant. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 06:53:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>love</title>
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  <description>&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;    “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;When it comes to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt; you need not fall but rather surrender,surrender to the idea that you must love yourself before you can love another. You must absolutely trust yourself before you can absolutely trust another and most importantly you must accept your flaws before you can accept the flaws of another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot; /&gt;  &lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 08:19:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Presto</title>
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  <description>Yes, while I&apos;m sure YouTube is breaking a million copyright laws for having this video up but I HAVE to share it. I just saw Wall-e today, and the short film at the beginning of the movie, as is customary for all Pixar films, was called Presto. It&apos;s about a magician who&apos;s show goes horribly awry due to the antics for a hungry bunny rabbit.  </description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 07:46:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>thesixtyone</title>
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  <description>thesixtyone staff, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start off by saying that I absolutely love your website. I was introduced to it through Digg.com and have since referred several of my friends to it as well. So thank you for allowing me to experience music in a way that isn&apos;t controlled by radio hosts, but rather by me and my choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From when I first joined thesixtyone, the music player has always been located in the upper right hand corner, integrated seamlessly into the header bar. I love this design, and think it the perfect place to unobtrusively put it. However, when I logged in today, the player was nowhere to be found. Instead, this large, bright red box appeared in the lower-mid page left handed side of my screen. I cannot figure out why it is there, because the old music player was perfect to me! This red box cannot be clicked on to remove it or change the color or placement. It has the basic functions of &apos;previous song&apos;, &apos;play&apos;, &apos;next song&apos;, and volume control, as well as the name of the Band/Artist and the song title. There is no option to bump the song at all. The previous, original music player seems to have dissppeared. Is this a glitch in the system? Are you trying out a new Beta version that I was unaware of? If so, the feedback is this; Get rid of it. It&apos;s obnoxious and loud and not very functional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get some sort explanation as to why this has happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your loyal listener, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Sarai&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 06:57:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ANGER</title>
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  <description>I have to say, I am severely unimpressed with Rogers lack of ability to acknowledge the fact that their prices are significantly higher than those of the United States, and offer less quality. They don&apos;t seem to care that, come July 11th, when all the Rogers employees are eagerly awaiting a downpour of customers salivating at the thought of an iPhone, their store will be empty. The Rogers company is being a greedy ass monopolizing over-lord and think that they can get away with whatever the hell price they want because they are the only provider [not including Fido, which is owned by Rogers anyways] that can support 3G. I, for one, was more than ready to cancel my contract with Telus and switch over to a shiny new 3G iPhone. Now, I&apos;m getting a pretty new LG model from Bell. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 00:30:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fucker</title>
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  <description>my brothers been looking up PORN! on fucking YouTube. and now it&apos;s permanently on my account. and the fucker doesn&apos;t even get in trouble. in fact, my mother doesn&apos;t even believe he did it. even though it&apos;s clearly there in the history suck inbetween halo videos that he said he did watch. he said no friends were over. no one else went on my laptop. sohow the fuck did they appear? outta fucking nowhere. and he gets away with it! fucking favourite much eh?! &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 03:40:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>American Apparel</title>
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  <description>The Worlds Snobbiest Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 36pt;&quot;&gt;It’s naturally assumed that condescension is not a generally appreciated value. I, however, have often found that within the walls of a certain store, condescension [or, colloquially speaking, “cold bitchiness”] is often subtly appreciated in an oddly sadistic manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 36pt;&quot;&gt;Oh, American Apparel. How you fascinate me. How the photographs of your models speak of the rugged, raw, and underground indie culture. How your extra small Unisex Pinstripe Jersey Short Sleeve T-Shirt in Mustard Brown/Turquoise is probably not worth $29, yet still manages to make me feel sexy, thus causing me to magically reach into my bag for my wallet. How your Shiny Windbreaker in Lamé Silver is aesthetically ridiculous yet remains an enduring novelty. How I sincerely question the ability of your clothing to last me until I finish my undergraduate degree, yet continue to return yo your fluorescent light bulb lit, floor to ceiling to window clad locations. How I digress and wanted into my own personal anecdote regarding the store, yet still manage to emphasize the hold that American Apparel has upon all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Its popularity is reflected in the sheer number of hoodies seen on the street despite the fact that many of its customers find the company’s retail staff to be remarkably condescending, if not ridiculously burdened with contrived friendliness that their eyes almost burn with a ferocity equivalent to Lord Voldemort. Whenever I walk into one of these stores, I am given the once-over at least twice, and am lucky to receive even the curtest smile. This behaviour is so extensive that it has given me an inferiority complex. In turn, this complex has caused me to theorize that the more I dress like the fashionable scenester, the friendlier these people are to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s a work in progress and not exactly a thesis, but I will admit to making an&lt;br /&gt;extra effort to scrounge my closet when getting dressed in the morning if I know I am going to an American Apparel at some point in the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not to say that there isn’t a single genuinely nice and good natured person working in any American Apparel location in existence, but I have certainly heard more complaints about the retail staff of this store than that of any other company. It all makes me reach to one spectacular conclusion; these kids can be bitches. The question remains as to why we consumers tolerate this kind of crap and continue to shop there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If American Apparel were actually haute-couture or even designer prêt-a-porter,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one might be able to turn a blind eye on the supposed attitudes of the retail employees. Haute-couture and prêt-a-porter are clothing produced by those of an elite group of people who claim to be the finest fashion designers in the world, an almost sacred status protected by French law. As such, if I were to walk a designer workshop, wearing anything I my sad closet, I would expect to be snubbed by the staff and spat all the way back to the American Apparel at Park Royal on the North Shore, probably doomed to receive something of the same sort of treatment from kids my own age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is completely understandable as to why I would be filleted out at a designer&lt;br /&gt;workshop; I am ignorant of the haute couture world and do not dress accordingly. Because of this, I am unable to aesthetically satisfy the decorum of what is one of France’s prized realms of culture. An apt analogy would be walking into a fine dining restaurant in a denim mini-skirt, a fishnet top and no shoes. More importantly, these people probably know that I am unable to afford their clothes to begin with, so I am not worth their time and effort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The funny part is that I, just like everyone else, receive almost the same treatment from many American Apparel employees for none of the above reasons, yet still return to the store. While the snubbing might be to s lesser extent than at a designer shop, continuing to shop at American Apparel might seem sadistic and bordering on an unhealthy addiction, almost like paying to try and fir into one of those ridiculously clichéd high school cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have therefore concluded that we actually enjoy this condescension, if not&lt;br /&gt;appreciate in it the same sort of way we appreciate out mothers for spanking us during childhood. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Perhaps paying $29 for a cotton t-shirt and getting treated like garbage makes us feel separated from the malls of suburbia and touristy high streets, as if we were in a make believe and mass produced atelier. Perhaps it’s all part of the American Apparel&lt;br /&gt;experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Regardless, you gotta love those cardigans. They’re nice, light, and fashionably flexible, equipped with delicate, shiny, subtly translucent and almost metallic white plastic buttons. Even if they are $40 apiece.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Written by Adam Cristobal for The Peak&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 07:48:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Do you remember?</title>
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  <description>Back when Mariah Carey was actually good? Like, I listen to this song and not only do I get nostalgic thinking about back when I useto run around my room singing this song, wishing my elementary school crush would notice me [and realizing I don&apos;t need boys to be happy. I was a very intellectual youngin&apos;] but her voice is SUPERB! I mean, it&apos;s steady, she&apos;s got a hell of a lot of vocal range, and it&apos;s just nice to listen to! Hit her up, It&apos;s definetly worth it to listen to her hold music. Before she got all &apos;new-age-pop-slut&apos; with this &apos;Touch My Body&apos; and &apos;Shake It Off&apos;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://youtube.com/watch?v=PWlS8Oerx8o&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i.ytimg.com/vi/PWlS8Oerx8o/default.jpg&quot; class=&quot;vimg120&quot; title=&quot;Hero&quot; alt=&quot;video&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 00:30:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well. . .</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.vandervleuten/R_YhCc1c-DI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Z68yfYNkRuo/DSC02712.jpg?imgmax=512&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it? . . . . &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 07:23:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i want this dog</title>
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  <description>I want him so bad!&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 17:30:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Think your life sucks? . . . .</title>
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  <description>garfield minus garfield is a website where the artist removies Garfield from all of the comics. Leaving John Arbuckle; a schizophrenic, bipolar disorder, and empty desperation of modern life. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/post/39008834&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXOaes661r9yQgtzGr_r2_500.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 09:02:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>GOD I WISH I WAS THERE</title>
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  <description>&lt;blockquote cite=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/25764563@N03/2585245615/&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;Diggnation Fans&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/25764563@N03/2585245615/&quot;&gt;I really really really wish I lived closer to New York. Live Diggnation would have been a blast n&apos;est pas?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/3118/2585245615_0bc8b883ab_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ps. Picture is not mine! &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:41:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Flock</title>
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  <description>I think I have fallen in love with a new web browser. And it&apos;s name if Flock. Thank you Tekzilla&apos;s Veronica Belmont for introducing me to this wonderful browser. Flock, where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:41:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Live Diggnation</title>
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  <description>Live Diggnations are probably one of my most favourite things in the world. It&apos;s interesting seeing the boys all rowdy and hyped up. Playing off the energy of the crowd right? So fun night, sucks they weren&apos;t doing their own shots [Shot Girls? Really boys? Man up and take your own liquor!] but when they DID do shots, it made me happy. Nothing is better than watching Kevin Rose and the after affects of Jager. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/18418990@N06/2580373897/&quot; title=&quot;Jager Pain&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 387px; height: 221px;&quot; alt=&quot;Jager Pain&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/3015/2580373897_1e9b8804ea_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/18418990@N06/2580373897/&quot; title=&quot;Jager Pain&quot;&gt; &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:40:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FUCK IT, WE&apos;LL DO IT LIVE!</title>
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  <description>&lt;blockquote cite=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/?v=PNZMhk5STKg&quot;&gt;Diggnation just does it so much better right? FYI, the sound in this live clip sounds FINE! What the fuck happened to the sound in the downloaded episode. I&apos;m pretty sure my ears bled throughout the whole showing. I still watched it all, but it hurt my tiny little ears! You&apos;d think Rev3 would have caught that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;citation&quot;&gt;&lt;cite cite=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/?v=PNZMhk5STKg&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/?v=PNZMhk5STKg&quot;&gt;Clip from Diggnation live in NYC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:40:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Makes me happy</title>
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  <description>Enough said I think. Check it out for a giggle, and some amazement &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 08:20:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Signed Diggnation Shirt Logo</title>
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  <description>&lt;blockquote cite=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/68633198@N00/2576539239/&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;Signed Diggnation Shirt Logo&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/68633198@N00/2576539239/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;How kick ass is this shirt? I totally wish it was mine. Signed by Kevin Rose and everything. I &amp;lt;3 Diggnation hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/3100/2576539239_4edc46664f_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;citation&quot;&gt;&lt;cite cite=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/68633198@N00/2576539239/&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/68633198@N00/2576539239/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flockcredit&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock&quot; style=&quot;color: #999; font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot; title=&quot;Flock Browser&quot;&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 23:47:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i hate family sometimews</title>
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  <description>so pretty much my brother is being a fucking idiot. I kind wanna throw something at him. &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Cambria;&quot;&gt;He&apos;s just being an idiot. He  slept in today till lke, 11:45. woke up and went outside. I was up since about 9  doing homework. I take a break towatch some tv and my brother throws a bitch fit  saying he&apos;s had no tv time today and I had all morning to watch it and he wants  to play halo with his friend and blah blah blah. I tell him to wait till my show  is over and then he can play halo for like, 30 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Cambria;&quot;&gt;utes then he throws another fit. Calls my mom. starts crying. and then gets an hour of tv time and kicks me  off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Cambria;&quot;&gt;and he has the nerve to say  to me [infront of his friend] &apos;all i had to do was turn on the water works and i  get what i want&apos;. Family is amazing right? Blood thicker than water and all that other shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 09:45:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It is certain . . .</title>
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  <description>The three most terrifying things in the world are spiders, needles and unplanned pregnancy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:18:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>does it seem like all i do is fill out these stupid surveys. yes, yes it does. suck it</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;note_content clearfix&quot;&gt; &lt;div&gt;MY CURRENT LIFE IN 85 QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1] What was the highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt; Star Wars + Ice Cream + Caitrin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 2] Who&apos;s car were you in last?&lt;br /&gt;Caitrin&apos;s&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 3] When is the next time you will kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;No clue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 4] What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 5] How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Just past my shoulders [I wish it was longer = (]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 6] Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt; Michael Clayton&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 9] Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A pear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 10] Thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt; Tea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 11] Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt; My bed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 13] Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;Meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14] What did you say last?&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 17] What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Such a dark brown, that it&apos;s black&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 19] Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;Caitrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20] When was the last time you had your heart Iroken?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ihave no heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 21] Who/what do you hate/dislike currently?&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I only have one week of vay-cay left and I have yet to do half the things I wanted to do, and not hung out with people that I said I would &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 22] What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Alex Albrecht and Kevin Rose bickering on an old episode of Diggnation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 23] If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 24] What is your favorite scent?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 25] What makes you happy at the &lt;br /&gt;The fact that my room is the PERFECT temperature&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 26] What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time on the internet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 30] Are you left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 31] Spell out your name without vowels&lt;br /&gt;Jssc Krn Sr&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 34] What&apos;s for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt; Perogies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 35] When Is Your Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;November 10th&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 36] Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;Kiren&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 38] Last time you went swimming in a pool?&lt;br /&gt; hmm don&apos;t even remember.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 39] Where was the last place you went shopping and with who?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even remember! So bad!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 40] How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was longer, and it needs to be washed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 41] Do you have any expensive jewelery?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my white gold pendant necklace that my aunt gave me, and my gold gold khanda from my grandma/aunt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 42] AIM or MSN?&lt;br /&gt; msn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 46] Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;From my dad&apos;s side, BC. From my mom&apos;s side, India/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 47] Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;A younger brother&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 48] Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Hell NO&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 49] What was the first thing you thought when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt; GAH?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 50] Do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;Hell Yes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 52] Myspace or Facebook?&lt;br /&gt; facebook!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 53] Do you have T-Mobile?&lt;br /&gt; noo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 54] What was your favorite part of school?&lt;br /&gt;Being with my friends&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 55] What type of boy/girl do YOU usually fall for?&lt;br /&gt;I usually end up liking the guy that ALL of my friends think is wrong for me. And they usually are. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 57] Do you have any talents?&lt;br /&gt;Dance? Baking? I CAN NAME ROCKS! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 58] Have you ever been a part of a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, too many too count&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 59] Do you want any children?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 60] Did you take a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 62] Ever met anyone famous before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 63] Do you want to be famous one day?&lt;br /&gt;Suuure, the first volcanologist/actress? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 64] Favorite Actor/Actress?&lt;br /&gt;atm, George Clooney [I just watched Michael Clayton, he was really good in it]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 65] Describe the one you like in one word:&lt;br /&gt;bonne&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 68] Do you believe in Karma?&lt;br /&gt; very much so!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 69] Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sure&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 70] How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;br /&gt;Not enough, never enough&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 72] Ever been to Las Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;When i&apos;m 21 baby!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 73] What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;babysit, watch a movie, gym&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 74] Have you ever wanted to kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;Kill, no. Severely injure, yes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 75] When is the last time you updated your blog?&lt;br /&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 76] Have you been to France?&lt;br /&gt; no :(.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 77] Ever been to Disneyland/world?&lt;br /&gt;NO = (&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 78] Do you have a favorite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;O shit, err. atm Sebastian from Little Mermaid hehe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 79] Last thing you cooked/made?&lt;br /&gt;Perogies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 80] How’s the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Dasrk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 83] Last time you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 84] Do you currently have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt; Um I don&apos;t think it&apos;s a crush. I think it&apos;s just wanting to have fun with someone(s).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 85] Do you think anyone will repost this?&lt;br /&gt; ummmmmmmmmmm no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;note_footer_left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:00:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thank you Planning 10</title>
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  <description>Things To Do Before I Die&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Swim with the dolphins&lt;br /&gt; Skydive&lt;br /&gt; Bungee jump&lt;br /&gt; Go to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Sponsor a child from a third world county&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Watch a playoff game (Vancouver Canucks!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Get married for love&lt;br /&gt; Raise a child&lt;br /&gt; Wear coloured contacts for 1 year&lt;br /&gt; Watch the sunset on top of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt; See a Broadway show&lt;br /&gt; Meet my family in India&lt;br /&gt; Reconnect with old friends that I rarely talk to anymore&lt;br /&gt; Visit Italy&lt;br /&gt; Lose some weight!&lt;br /&gt; Learn how to use chop sticks&lt;br /&gt; Learn how to play the guitar&lt;br /&gt; Take a cruise&lt;br /&gt; Wear a 2 piece (bikini)&lt;br /&gt; Cross the Equator, the International Date Line, the Arctic Circle,&lt;br /&gt; and Antarctic circle, the Tropic of Cancer, and the Tropic of Capricorn&lt;br /&gt; Take a photography class&lt;br /&gt; Learn yoga&lt;br /&gt; Kiss all of my crushes&lt;br /&gt; Publish a book&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Enter-and finish-the Vancouver Sun Run&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See a real fashion show&lt;br /&gt; Spend New Years in Paris&lt;br /&gt; Send my mom on a trip-anywhere&lt;br /&gt; Become fluent in French&lt;br /&gt; Attend the Olympics&lt;br /&gt; Throw a huge party at my house&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Go skinny-dipping in the middle of the night&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Be an extra in a film&lt;br /&gt; Run away to a foreign country&lt;br /&gt; Make sure my mother constantly knows I love her&lt;br /&gt; Send a message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Take a salsa dance class&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Take a belly dance class&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fall in love-helplessly and unconditionally&lt;br /&gt; Stay out all night dancing&lt;br /&gt; Sing in front of an audience&lt;br /&gt; Write my will&lt;br /&gt; Sleep under the stars&lt;br /&gt; Spend Christmas on the beach&lt;br /&gt; Learn to bartend&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Play football with the guys&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Learn how to cut hair and properly do make up (take a course)&lt;br /&gt; Randomly break out into dance with my friends-in public&lt;br /&gt; See a pyramid&lt;br /&gt; Go to a drive-in movie theater&lt;br /&gt; Walk on The Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt; Go on a blind date&lt;br /&gt; Shower in a waterfall&lt;br /&gt; Sleep in a snow house-that I made&lt;br /&gt; Attend Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt; Get tattooed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Fire a gun&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt; Attend a film festival&lt;br /&gt; Have the most amazing, knock me off my feet; take my breath away kind of kiss&lt;br /&gt; Have my portrait painted&lt;br /&gt; Find a picture of me I ACTUALLY like&lt;br /&gt; Learn how to take a compliment&lt;br /&gt; Ride a camel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Make a complete and utter fool of myself&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Dance with a stranger&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Karaoke in a bar&lt;br /&gt; Dance in the middle of a busy street&lt;br /&gt; Spend New Years in New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get drunk enough to actually puke&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Scuba dive&lt;br /&gt; Take a road trip with a bunch of close friends&lt;br /&gt; Take a road trip with a bunch of not as close friends, and become closer&lt;br /&gt; Ride a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt; Have a complete wall in my bedroom FULL of pictures of me and my friends&lt;br /&gt; Write to all my EWC friends&lt;br /&gt; Go for a walk in the rain in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt; Lay in a field and look at the stars&lt;br /&gt; Watch all of the Lord Of The Rings movies&lt;br /&gt; Lay in the middle of the street at night with someone&lt;br /&gt; Get completely piss drunk before I&apos;m legal - damn me and my ability to hold me liquor LOL &lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Make-out in public&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 22:10:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>2 week summer vay-cay</title>
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  <description>Yes, that&apos;s right. I have a 2 week summer vacation. It totally blows. But it&apos;s nice being able to sit around my house in my sweatpants and soccer t-shirts watching movies and podcasts for hours on end. There is nothing better than sleeping for 10 hours, waking up and watching Sweeny Todd. Then going for a run, taking a loong shower, and then sitting on my bed and watching Diggnation [no matter how crappy this episode was. WTF Alex and Kevin!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have a wedding reception to go to. I don&apos;t even know the people who&apos;ve gotten married. Hell I don&apos;t even know whether I&apos;m on the bride&apos;s or groom&apos;s side. Why am I even going? So I can dress up and look pretty, that&apos;s why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. go to youtube and search Lullaby Alex Albrecht. He&apos;s the host of Diggnation and The Totally Rad Show. Multi-talented he is, because he&apos;s also a fairly good singer/songwriter/guitarist. The song is catchy beyond reason, even though the vocals falter during the chorus a couple of times.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 02:44:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A little about me</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever appreciated a sunset? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been a guest at a surprise party? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Has anyone ever thrown a surprise party for you? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been in a fist fight? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been on TV? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever broken a bone? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever broken up with someone? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Has someone ever broken up with you? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever called your boyfriend or girlfriend by the wrong name? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever called your girlfriend/boyfriend &quot;Honey?&quot; Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever cheated on an exam? Probably&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever cried in public and embarrassed yourself? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever cried for no reason and felt good because of it? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever dated someone from another race, culture or religion? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever dated someone who didn&apos;t like you? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever dated a relative by accident? NO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever done something silly that you wish you had not done? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever driven a sports car? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever driven a truck? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and realized you have no money with you? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever finished eating in a restaurant, and you realized you forgot your wallet? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever eaten something that you thought you wouldn&apos;t like, but found out that you actually liked it? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever eaten frog legs? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever eaten horse meat? NO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep and forgotten where you were? YES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep while taking a bath? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever fallen down the stairs? All the time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever fallen in love at first sight? No &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever fallen or stumbled in front of others? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever given a false excuse to get out of something you didn&apos;t want to do? Yes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever given a ring (or other jewelry) to your girlfriend/boyfriend? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever gone mountain climbing? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever gone skiing? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever gone surfing? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever dreamt of a ghost being in your bedroom and then waking up and finding yourself looking around for the ghost? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever gone to greet a friend or family member then noticed it was someone else? YES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever gotten sunburnt at the tanning saloon and gone back the next day? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever had a Deja Vu experience? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever made cheesecake? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever made Chinese food? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever baked bread? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever met a celebrity? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever played a joke on one of your teachers? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;How about one of your classmates? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever raised your hand to answer a question, then forgot what you were going to say? All the time &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever received a present that you really hated? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever regretted saying I love you? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever ridden a horse? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever ridden a motorcycle? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever said yes when you meant no? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever slept in a cave? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever slept in a tent? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever swam in the ocean? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever talked to a famous person? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever thought of something funny and started laughing out loud in the presence of others? YES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever told a big lie to someone you love? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever tried in-line skating? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever tried riding a skateboard? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever guessed someone&apos;s age wrong (younger or older)? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been in the shower when there was an earthquake? No, wtf kind of question is this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever ripped off your pants while dancing? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever kissed somebody by mistake? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever laughed until tears came from your eyes? All the time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep while talking on the phone? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever sprained your ankle/wrist? A lot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever written an article for a newspaper? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever seen a car accident? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever received more than 10 cards on Valentines day? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been on the radio or television? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever received a love letter? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever seen a tornado? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever had an electricity blackout while taking a shower? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever picked your nose in public? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever milked a cow? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever built an igloo? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever tried any extreme sports? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever shot a gun at a tree or a target? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever played an instrument in public? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever sung in public? Yes [I was drunk though]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever talked &quot;baby-talk&quot; to your pet? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever walked into a lamppost? Yes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Have you ever tried to eat food without first spitting out your chewing gum? No &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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