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  <title>~ Awake &amp; Dreaming ~</title>
  <subtitle>because if you can't be emo online ... where can you be?</subtitle>
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    <name>~ Kayla ~</name>
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  <updated>2006-11-29T21:12:52Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blacknaiad:139356</id>
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    <title>stolen from le Sarah</title>
    <published>2006-11-29T21:12:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-29T21:12:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Seinfeld</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T/F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance:&lt;br /&gt;I'm short: false&lt;br /&gt;I have scars: true&lt;br /&gt;I tan easily: true&lt;br /&gt;I burn easily: false&lt;br /&gt;I wish my hair was a different color: true&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color: false&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contacts: false&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 or more piercing: false&lt;br /&gt;I have/had piercing in places besides my ears: false&lt;br /&gt;I have freckles: false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now: true&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten divorced: false&lt;br /&gt;I've had a crush on a teacher: true&lt;br /&gt;I've hugged a stranger: true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment:&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed so hard I've cried: true&lt;br /&gt;I've glued my hand to something: true&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed till a beverage came out of my nose: true&lt;br /&gt;I've had my pants rip/drop in public: true&lt;br /&gt;I was born with a disease/impairment: false&lt;br /&gt;I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend: true&lt;br /&gt;I've had my wisdom teeth removed: true&lt;br /&gt;I've had a serious surgery: false&lt;br /&gt;I've had chicken pox: true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences:&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten lost in a city: true&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a shooting star: true&lt;br /&gt;I've wished on a shooting star: true&lt;br /&gt;I've gone out in public in my pajamas: true&lt;br /&gt;I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator: true&lt;br /&gt;I've been to a casino: true&lt;br /&gt;I've been skydiving: false&lt;br /&gt;I've played spin the bottle: true&lt;br /&gt;I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour: false&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a car crash: true&lt;br /&gt;I've caught a snowflake on my tongue: true&lt;br /&gt;I've sat on a roof top at night: true&lt;br /&gt;I've played chicken: true&lt;br /&gt;I've played a prank on someone: true&lt;br /&gt;I've ridden in a taxi: true&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show: true&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten Sushi: false&lt;br /&gt;I've been snowboarding: false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;I own something I got on E-Bay: false&lt;br /&gt;I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant: false&lt;br /&gt;I watch the news: true&lt;br /&gt;I curse regularly: true&lt;br /&gt;I sing in the shower: false&lt;br /&gt;I'm a morning person: true&lt;br /&gt;I am a sports fanatic: true&lt;br /&gt;I have listened to more than 30 cds in one day: true&lt;br /&gt;I've worn pajamas to school: true&lt;br /&gt;I know how to shoot a gun: true&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at my own jokes: true&lt;br /&gt;I am really ticklish: false&lt;br /&gt;I play video games: true&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at remembering names: false&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at remembering dates: true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't updated in quite a while ... things've been busy. I dont remember if I posted about Kris or not before. But anyway, we're dating. And I'm super happy :) with that part of my life anyway</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blacknaiad:138788</id>
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    <title>RHCP Concert (Biatches!)</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T19:04:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T19:04:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RHCP - Breaking the Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exaggerating in the least. No effing way. I love them. Completely and entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Side note: Geoff and Tyler. Sorry if I came off as really bitchy/rude (probably 'cause I was lol) but I was drunk, and effing pumped for the show. Hope y'all had fun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I got to Brandon's house and waited for Matt to show up. I couldn't drink my beverage in his house obviously, so my insanely alcoholic mix was drank in the 20 minutes we spent on the Queensway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to make this long winded ... I swear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the weird warm up group (Mars Volta?) got off stage ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods appeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. Like. I'm getting chills right now thinking about it. They're so good. One of the few bands that aren't studio artists. They sound BETTER live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was such a high energy song. Even songs like Snow, and ESPECIALLY Under the Bridge. EVERYONE sang those. I was on my chair with the lighter going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the Corel Centre, we had all our windows down blasting a Chili's album and yelling at everyone we drove past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see them again. I can't wait. And I want even BETTER tickets. These were awesome ... but if I could get front row one day ... I can't even think about how sweet that would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say again. Best night of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Brandon and Matt. And Adam for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For those who're interested ... here's the set list from that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jam *&lt;br /&gt;Can't Stop &lt;br /&gt;Dani California &lt;br /&gt;Scar Tissue &lt;br /&gt;Charlie &lt;br /&gt;Fortune Faded &lt;br /&gt;Readymade &lt;br /&gt;Parallel Universe &lt;br /&gt;Me and my Friends &lt;br /&gt;Hump de Bump &lt;br /&gt;How Deep is your Love &lt;br /&gt;Snow &lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget Me &lt;br /&gt;Wet Sand &lt;br /&gt;Right on Time &lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Baby &lt;br /&gt;Intro/Californication &lt;br /&gt;By the Way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore: &lt;br /&gt;Chad drum solo &lt;br /&gt;Under the Bridge &lt;br /&gt;Give it Away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eargasm*</content>
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    <title>eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T03:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T03:37:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RHCP - Storm in a Teacup</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS WITH FLOOR TICKETS TOMORROW NIGHT MUTHA-FUCKAHS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesus am I pumped or what?! WOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to GnR with Midget too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Bramalea for YABA in October - DRINKFEST! I mean ... a serious bowling tournament lol. Well it's definitely both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how shitty things are right now, I'm most certainly on an emotional high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun whatever y'all are doin tomorrow night. I'll be tanked on the Corel Centre floor soaking up the musical gods of Anthony, Flea, Chad, and John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eargasm*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blacknaiad:138442</id>
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    <title>'Bout time</title>
    <published>2006-09-01T18:38:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-01T18:38:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Limp Bizkit - Nookie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am officially done my summer jobs. I've been aching for ... yesterday I guess for half of the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home gave me a goodbye card and stuff. Sandra hugged me, oh man that was scarring. lol. Anyway I'm glad to be out of there, although Mrs. Anderson was nowhere to be seen on my last day ... shame :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Mor's last day was nothing special. Kat and I ordered pizza, and I got my vacation pay. That's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I was so glad to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Meagan, Sarah and I went to see Accepted. Fuckin' hilarious. Everything I thought it would be and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what I'm going to do tonight. Maybe I'll just sleep the day (and night) away. Oh that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ... my first whole day off ... and I'm bored. Yeehaw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common schoooooooool, you can start now!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blacknaiad:138132</id>
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    <title>Holller</title>
    <published>2006-08-20T15:38:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-20T15:38:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some Frank Sinatra or something</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Right on, so a quick fill-in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Katie and Meagan are home, after an agonizingly long absence. They also survived the stupidness with the flights and the potential terrorist attacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dan's cottage was fabulous. Saw a good 15 shooting stars, if not more. Lots of alcohol, fizzbee, 40 year old virgin, tubing, rocks, matching sweat pants, and a 2 am swim to top her all off. Thanks Dan and everyone else who went! I hope we'll do it again next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I paid my tuition this week. THAT made a dent. Ow. Thankfully I've stocked up on booze, so that won't really need to be an expense for the next little while. Although gas is killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Handed in my "resignation" for Travel-Mor. They laughed at me! Apparently I'm the only one who's ever done the formal thing instead of just being like, "Yo Kim-bob, I'm done working as of Tuesday". lol. So Ya, my last shift at the home is the 30th, and my last at T-Mor is the 31st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went bowling with Mike on Wednesday :) I missed him!! We played Merivale, and that was my first time playing with the new synthetic lanes. Oh man, this year is going to be an interesting adjustment! Anyway, I think we're going to play each Wednesday for the rest of the month (okay so for the next 2 Wed. Who cares! He's awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YABA (Young Adult Bowlers Assoc) starts Sept. 11. SO EXCITED! Mike's going to put us on a team together, it's going to be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm getting excited for school. Actually I'm not sure if I'm excited for school, or if I'm just more sick of summer. Who knows. I can't wait for fall either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The boy situation isn't much different than it has been all summer. *sigh*. Who knows where this'll go. Probably nowhere ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANYONE LIVING IN THE SOUTH KEYS AREA, OR WOULD HAVE ACCESS TO A VEHICLE TO DRIVE TO A JOB ... AND IS LOOKING FOR A PART-TIME JOB FOR SCHOOL, LET ME KNOW! I HAVE TWO PLACES THAT I CAN RECOMMEND YOU AT, AND YOU'RE ALMOST A GUARANTEED HIRE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the home now, so I'm going to fain productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ouuut</content>
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    <title>I WANT YOU HOME</title>
    <published>2006-08-11T12:39:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T12:39:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RHCP - Snow ((Hey-O))</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie's flight got canceled yesterday ... she's been stuck in Newark NY for over 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard from Meagan yet, so I guess she's flying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH, I WANT TO SEE YOU!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie's plane is *supposed* to land in Ottawa at 10:10 this morning. And I have noo clue where Meagan is flying from. I thought I heard she had a stop-over in Texas ... but that was a long time ago. So there's not much chance of me finding out where the crap she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see you guys before I peace it to Dan's ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Welcome home :) &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blacknaiad:137511</id>
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    <title>Quizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzes</title>
    <published>2006-08-09T22:04:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-09T22:05:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RHCP - Hard to Concentrate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Kermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/kermit.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 48% Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are cynical, but more than anything, you're a realist.&lt;br /&gt;You see what's screwed up in the world, but you also take time to remember what's right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;lt;ahref=&amp;quot;http://www.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;How Cynical Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Self-Discoverer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/self-discoverer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine.&lt;br /&gt;You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion.&lt;br /&gt;You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Body Image is 84% Unhealthy, 16% Healthy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourbodyimagequiz/bodyimage-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel good about the way you look... pretty much ever.&lt;br /&gt;And it's impacting your life so much that you need to seek help.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourbodyimagequiz/"&gt;How's Your Body Image?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's always nice to know :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Driving Is is: 57% Male, 43% Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/driving-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies, you drive both like a guy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;This means you're a pretty average driver, with typical quirks.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you're frustrated and or a little reckless, but that's the exception - not the norm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/"&gt;Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Centaur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/centaur.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resignation letter is in! August 30th is going to be my last shift at the home :) Don't know how to tell Mrs. Anderson though ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KATIE COMES HOME TOMORROW!! MEAGAN COMES HOME FRIDAY!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about freaking time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots going on in my head right now ... but I've got to do menus ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace</content>
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    <title>The countdown continues ...</title>
    <published>2006-08-02T22:25:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-02T22:25:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RHCP - Slow Cheetah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;4;3/st/20060810/e/the+Redhead+comes+home%21/k/f7da/event.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;0;2/st/20060811/e/Beastie+comes+home%21/k/3533/event.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;37;1/st/20060811/e/Dan%27s+cottage+drink-fest%21/k/06ac/event.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that ... most things are crappy. I am talking to a random guy from Stittsville though who goes to U of O ... maybe he'll change things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing are stretching out so awkwardly and poorly that I've actually started praying again. For anyone who knows my religious stance ... that's huge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All I want is for you to be happy, take this moment and make you my family. Finally you have found someone perfect finally you have found ... yourself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you RHCP &amp;lt;3 Ooo! That gives me an idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;44;4/st/20060929/e/the+RHCP+Concert%21/k/89fd/event.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*</content>
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    <title>Old people are weird</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T14:52:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-23T20:30:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I forgot to post these quotes yesterday, but they're from a couple of the residents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - Old person&lt;br /&gt;R - Receptionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Is it 3 o'clock?&lt;br /&gt;R: No, it's 10:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That one just throws into strong relief how disoriented ones life becomes at that age. They rarely know what day of the week it is, and even when they think they do, they're about 3 days off. It's depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind though, that the resident who asked this question is one who constantly asks if he watch is at the right time (which it usually is) but she can't tell time. Yet she needs a watch?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite ... perhaps of all time working here. No that's a lie. Second favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: I'm going for a walk outside&lt;br /&gt;R: Okay, stay close&lt;br /&gt;O: It's okay, I've got my hat *shows hat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my FAVOURITE of ALL TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mrs. Weldon is escorting her daughter out the door when she walked past the window into the nurses office, where she saw Mrs. Law having her blood pressure and medication taken*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, there's Helen, down to get her brain medication that doesn't work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And when I was posting stuff in the dining room last night, people were having tea. About 8 of them. What were they doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling dirty jokes to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either going to a house party, or finally watching Reservoir Dogs tonight! :)</content>
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    <title>Uni jokes and other crap</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T22:30:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T22:32:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;University Light Bulb Jokes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Queen's students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;One, but it never really gets it done. He holds the bulb up and waits for the world to revolve around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Ryerson students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Trick question. Ryerson isn't a real university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Lakehead students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;None. Thunderbay doesn't have electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many U of T students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Two. One to change the light bulb and one to crack under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Algonquin college students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Only 1. But he gets 6 credits for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Laurentian students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;None. Sudbury looks better in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Waterloo students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Five. One to design a nuclear-powered one that never needs changing, one to figure out how to power the rest of waterloo using that nuclear light bulb, two to install it, and one to write the computer program that controls the wall switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Western students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Five. One to change the light bulb and four to find the perfect JCREW outfit to wear for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many McMaster students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Two. One to change the bulb and the other to say loudly how he did it as well as any Queen's student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Carleton students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Two. One to change the bulb and one to complain about how, if they were at a better school, the light bulb wouldn't go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many McGill students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;One. But she cant do it on a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Brock students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Seven. One to change the light bulb and 6 to throw a party just because. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Memorial students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;None. They are all too drunk, and too stupid to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Guelph students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Seven. One to screw it in and 6 to figure out how to power it on manure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Mt.Allison students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Five. One to do it and 4 to be in the Maclean's photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many U of Victoria students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;None. Lava lamps don't burn out man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many UBC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Four.One to do it and 4 to translate the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Laurier students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;All of them. They make it a campus affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many University of Manitoba students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;There's a university in Manitoba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many York students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully just 1, because the other 49 999 are too destroyed to be changing light bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many University of Ottawa students does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;One. She screws everything, why not a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm home from Alberta. Got home Wednesday night. The past few days have been nice without mom. She got home this afternoon around 4. I haven't seen her, I'm at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot of cool stuff, and bought way too much stuff on top of that. I'll post the pictures once I get my laptop back. It's out to be fixed and apparently the part (which is like $160) will take another 2 weeks to come in. Good thing I got it done now instead of during the school year. It'll cost like $250 thought if I think about labour costs. Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Going to either see some of the old crew, or Brandon tonight. Hopefully both though!</content>
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    <title>Alberta thus far</title>
    <published>2006-07-17T02:53:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-17T02:53:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've been out west for ... 5 days now? It's been alright, I've seen soem pretty cool stuff. Pictures I will post when I get home (I'm on a computer at my new hotel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've ever been homesick though. I've &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; travelled with a friend. Swim team ... bowling ... school trips ... always had at least one good friend with me. Now I'm stuck with my mom who get's really annoying/different when she's not at home (if you ever see her talk on the phone, you know what I'm talking about) and for the past 3 days I've een stuck with my social outcast of an uncle too. The one who called me a slut after my grandfather's funeral. Yah. Lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm ready to kill my mom ... or myself. Not sure which would be easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stuff I've seen has been cool. The stampede was awesome, but I missed the calf-roping/bulldogging (whichever you prefer) which is one I really wanted to see. I went to Banff and Lake Lousie - the latter being the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Google Image it, you'll get an idea. Went to some canyons and stuff and ... I'll rant about it when I get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting this short. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's cottage in about ... 3 weeks? Two days of being totally hammered! I need this!! Yeeha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I bought cowboy boots :)</content>
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    <title>puuuumped</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T21:11:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T21:12:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Family Guy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Leaving for Alberta in like 15 hours!!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>w0ot Italy</title>
    <published>2006-07-09T21:47:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-09T21:47:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">2-1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week has been really weird. I'm so disoriented right now that I couldn't describe it to you if I tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen hard and fast again for a guy that I'll never be able to get. *Boo hoo ... same shit, different pile.* I wonder when/if my luck will change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*change of topic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil Skid is home again. I drove her home from Belleville last night. I didn't know she could go 120. Go girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Alberta Wednesday morning at 8:00 am. Thank Jeebus. I hate all of my jobs oh so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting into an emotional rut again, I can feel it. Not too sure how to get out of this one ... I'm sure my plans for getting wasted that keep getting thwarted aren't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol heals all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I leave I want to get wasted. Won't happen I'm sure ... but it would be nice to get it done.</content>
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    <title>MHS Commencement</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T21:41:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T21:42:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Even moving it to the basement of the civic centre, it was still crowded and semi-poorly organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had Murray piping for them this year. He graduated this year too ... he's been there for like 6 years, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TO THE GRADS! (that read LJ)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of all of you (not to sound condescending), and you're going to have lots of fun next year. University isn't half as scary as they make it out to be, &lt;u&gt;just do your work&lt;/u&gt; and you'll be fine. Promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world of reality. It is what you make of it (Mrs. Johnson told me earlier this year that everything is downhill after high school ... not too reassuring. So I say, prove her wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got to see you all cross the stage :) You make me smile very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun at your grad parties tonight/tomorrow/this weekend lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to find some time to party with y'all. ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;Wendy Comba&lt;br /&gt;Chen Chen Hou&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Issa&lt;br /&gt;Nick Jasperse&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle Lee&lt;br /&gt;Anna McIntosh&lt;br /&gt;Michael Michalak&lt;br /&gt;Liz Neale&lt;br /&gt;Matt Purchase&lt;br /&gt;Chris Rayment&lt;br /&gt;Brett Ruskin&lt;br /&gt;Meaghan Strum&lt;br /&gt;Meghan Trott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to you! &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>What a week</title>
    <published>2006-06-24T14:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T14:11:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Manic Monday (radio)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So Wednesday I called in sick to the home, because quite honestly I did feel like shit. I cleaned my bath tub when I went home and just took it easy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, what happens? I pinch a fucking nerve in my lower back somehow and I've been in agony ever since. Friday morning, Dad tried to get me a chiropractor appt. but the dude never called back before I had to go work at storage. So I couldn't go Friday ... then the only other time was Saturday morning from 9-12 ... guess what, I'm working 9:30-4 today. So I can't even hope to get my back fixed till Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Midway last night with Brandon, Matt, and JP. Wasted a good $20 of Brandon's money lol. Well &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; didn't ... I just kinda watched a lot, played a few games though. After that we went to Summerhays in Centrepointe. This time we didn't have to leave (long story). Oh ... the cheesecake there ... FUCKIN' AMAZING. Like ... just woah. And I'm not even a huge cheesecake fan (blasphemy!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I have to go make some brochures. Fuckin' Sandra lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... I was with the dude for a lil' bit, and we were driving in my car, and Cascada's &lt;i&gt;Every Time We Touch&lt;/i&gt; came on and I thought to myself "This is kind of weird how true it is". Then ... all he said was "Wow, if a girl ever thought this of me, I would be so smitten" (okay he didn't say smitten ... but it was something along those lines, and I just wanted to say smitten alright?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out :P</content>
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    <title>George Strait</title>
    <published>2006-06-14T23:12:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T13:54:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cascada - Every Time We Touch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So the concert was last night. Pretty good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I saw Carolyn (Hume) at the bus stop before we got to the concert. Talking to her for a while, and weirdly enough, Andrew Black's mom. Odd. Anyway, Carolyn gave me the thumbs up for Kim, the boys and I to go see Toby Keith in Syracuse. Siiick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Steve while he was at work at the tailgate party. That was col :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought me a George Strait shirt that says "Honky tonk Heartbreaker". All I cared was that it said Honky Tonk lol. There was a nice shirt that was kinda ripping off the John Deere symbol ... but the girls shirt were really ugly colours of green and yellow, and the guys shirts were the type that a girl can't wear without a lot of alterations lol. Oh ... and I bought Katie booze :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert itself was pretty good. Miranda Lambert was good, and so was Tracy Lawrence. I'm glad to see that the older-style country is back in style instead of all the "Big n' Rich" type bands :). The downfall is the type of show they put on for a crowd. Very old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is clearly why Garth Brooks is the ultimate performer EVER. Amazing music, and hugely energetic ... although it's hard not to be with the size of audiences that he brings in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANGENT OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, though it will only further prove my lover for older men, George Strait is quite the specimen lol. The only beef I have with the show was that he didn't play my favourite song!! He didn't play "Write This Down"! I was so sad. But "Check Yes or No" and "I Just Want to Dance With You" were pretty stellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS REXY FOR TAKING ME. AY UV OO &amp;lt;333</content>
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    <title>Mindless rambling at work</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T14:26:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T14:26:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>some radio</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've worked 7 days this week. Sucks to &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; ass-mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I guess I'll discuss the events of Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Marty Johnson's stag at Leitrim Arena. I've known the Johnson's/Knipple's all my life (...just like I've known almost everyone who was at the stag all my life lol) so I knew I should go, especially since Casey wasn't going to be able to make it, and he was pretty tight with Marty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there around 9 and mingled around. A lot of the people had no idea who I was at first glance. It's been a while I suppose. My parents arrived with the Barrett's and Mel around 9:30. Sat with them and Phil &amp; Maggie until about 10:30, which was when I had to step out to my friend Adam's convocation party, which I had promised I would make an appearance at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, the Hume boys (Corey, Brandon, and yes, big Kim himself) were all going to the stag. Kim had been so excited about it all week at work. They were there for about half an hour before I left. They were supposed to be going out to a bar after the stag, and invited me to tag along. So that was the plan, if I got back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends party was less than expected. I had bought ... let's say an ample amount of liquor for this party, only to find out that it was more of a family shindig. Oh and remember Steve's girlfriend (jealous weirdo from the last post)? Ya, she was there with Steve. And you know what? She's acting totally fine around me! Adam and I were SO confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to the stag around 11:30. Had a cooler out in my car before I headed back in though lol. I got in and my parents had left, but the Hume's were still there. Kim was blitzed. I walked up to him and he got this big smile on his face and was like "KAYLAAAA!!" and gave me a big hug lol. So he gave me a drink, and I graciously accepted :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJ was pretty good I must say. Honky Tonk Woman came on, and I was singing, when all of a sudden, Fred Barrett appeared at my side. "C'mon Kayla, let's tear up the floor!" So I danced with Freddy (who was also pretty ripped) to that and to Satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The next morning, Freddy stopped by my house while I was still out, and mentioned to my parents "It seems like Kayla likes to have a good time" ... Oh Lordy ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged Kim out of the floor with me, Corey, Brandon, Sandra and Connor. Just givin'r lol. And the boys kept putting them away. Oh, I had a song dedicated to Kim "This next one goes out to Kim ..." *As Good As I Once Was*. Bahaha, he loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya ... Marty was pretty ripped. And even though he's got some pretty sick moves on the ice ... he doesn't on the floor lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor and George Barrett had "It's Raining Men" requested, and let's say ... all the guys busted some stellar moves to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the stag closed down. we helped clean up a bit, and then Kim, Corey, Connor, and Brandon all piled in lil' Skid, and we drove across the road (singing "How Do You Like Me Now" the whole way) to Johnny B's place, where a lot of the people who felt the night just wasn't over yet headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim kinda freaked us out by not telling us where he went. We thought he went to crash in the house, but no one had any idea where he was. We had a feeling he was gonna walk home ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sat in the barn and drank till about 2:30, which was when people started to crash. Corey and I were the last ones up at about 3:45. We were talkin' hockey in the Barrett's kitchen, finishing off our drinks (plus a few glasses of water) and I was seein' double the whole time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I woke up around 10:00 probably in the Barrett's living room. Most of the people had left, except Connor and Corey (the shirtless wonders) who were still asleep. I moved to Katie's room and waited till the boys woke up. Watched some retarded TV about finding the Giant Anaconda and played with the cat. Wahoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:30, I drove Connor over to his car at Leitrim Arena (they didn't even remember being in my car the night before lol). We made our way to the Hume's place to see what the hell happened to Kim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in and he was laying on the couch lookin' pretty sorry for himself. Apparently Sandra had driven him home the night before, 'cause he wasn't feeling well. What ticked Corey off though was that Kim had eaten the left over pizza when he got home ... then threw it all up. "Ignorant dad ... just plain ignorant" lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chilled with at the Hume's till about 2:30 which was when I realized that I had to work at 4:00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all ... not a bad night. No hangover either :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my posts are getting way too detailed for their own good. I guess it's good  that I can remember stuff though, especially when drinking lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it ironic that a large chunk of nurses and doctors smoke?</content>
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    <title>Okay so funny story</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T23:31:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T13:44:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Leaving on a Jet Plane (radio)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Some of you have heard me talk about one of my bowling coaches named Steve. I've known him ever since I started YBC (like when I was 5) and in the past couple of years we've gotten tighter ('cause I've gotten older, so we can joke around in a style that's ... more his own let's say). Keep in mind that Steve is in his early 50's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve in the past year:&lt;br /&gt;- coached me for Youth Challenge; so he went with me to Trenton for regionals, and then to Collingwood for Ontario Winter Games&lt;br /&gt;- he came to watch/coach/cheer me on at 4 Steps Singles at Vanier&lt;br /&gt;- he and I were partners at Bill Mackenzie/Coach-Senior&lt;br /&gt;- and we intended on getting into the Master-Senior competition in Oshawa, but all the spots were full&lt;br /&gt;- we also did a bunch of little tournaments for shits and giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm not a fan of Steve's coaching methods. Hes not the best coach for me, but he always does help calm me down, and remind me to have a good time. He's a perv but as long as he's not TOO drunk he's alright lol. (Don't worry, nothing bad has happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on last Sunday night, I was at Walkley with my friend Adam who works there, and he mentioned that Steve had just driven him home from the Pro-Am earlier that morning, but since Adam had to come right to work, they didn't drop off all his stuff. Steve said that he would stop by the bowling alley later to give him his bowling stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen Steve in over a month, so I texted his phone (which number I got in Collingwood in case anything were to happen) saying "Hey come to Walkley tonight! I'll be there. And don't give me the crap about being too hung over to come haha" - I knew they had all gotten blitzed the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess Steve was with his girlfriend, who I (used to) get along with well. We joke, she teased me for going with Steve in some tournaments instead of her, we've played a few games, she gave me her cell number and email, yada yada yada. Anyway, his phone went off and he said "Oh a text msg from Kayla" (I'm pretty much the only one who texts him). His girlfriend goes, "Who's Kayla?!" all mad. So he proceeded to tell her who I was in a way that was like, "uhh ... you know who she is". So she started to get all mad that he was receiving texts msgs from a 19 yr old girl. Uhh ... okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note - I don't care about age differences for stupid shit like this. I'm obviously not going to bang Steve or anything, but my coach Mike and I send each other hockey game updates all the time, and Mike is in his late 30's and married. It's not like a text msg from me is any great significance (as many of you know lol. It's the burden that comes with unlimited ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 1st day of the Walkley YBC summer training. If you want to keep bowling during the summer and you're part of YBC at Walkley, you're welcome to go on Tuesday nights. I had sign language, so I didn't get there until later, but I had mentioned I'd offer to coach once my Tuesdays became free again. So I was told to tag along to the meeting in the bar after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's gf also coaches at this little shindig, so she was at the meeting too. She gave me the cold shoulder, and if I said anything, she'd be very short with me. Once the meeting was over, she said she was going to go home, and Steve said, "okay, I'm going to have another beer". That ticked her off (why?), so she dragged my friend Adam (the one who works at the alley) outside for a smoke. She starts venting to Adam about how Steve apparently acts different around me, whenever Steve is around it seems that I'm around, bleh bleh bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She's threatened by me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? I'm both offended and amused. Seriously. Steve is fuming though. He's not mad at me at all he said. In both mine, his, and Adam's opinions (we collaborated after the alley was shut down lol) I've done nothing wrong. She's getting way too anal for Steve's tastes he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all just too amusing not to write about lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! So I had a whacked out dream last night. Maybe two ... I'm kind of fuzzy on the first dream now though ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a few people at a cottage, and we were trying to go on a boat tour or something ... and he were in danger of not being able to jump on the moving boat ... so then we had to deliver some sandwich that looked like a giant floating cheese bread ... lmao. I have no idea, but I remember the cheese bread thing. It was the size of a surfboard and I jumped on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dream, Brandon and I had decided to get married. I’m not 100% sure why ... but I think part of it was for the tuition benefits? So we had made the reservations or whatever at a church that’s actually where the funeral home is next to the old folks home that I work at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting outside in some little patio-garden area, and I went inside to see if the church was ready. The church was kind of split up into quarters. There was an aisle running from the top of the room down to the bottom, and then there was a break in the chairs running across the room so people could come in on the side. It actually looked like a lecture hall ... except it was a church. Anyway, there were all of the residents who I love that I work with ... and one that I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol’ Mrs. Law was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked if everything was ready for the ceremony to the priest, Mrs. Law yelled, "No! We can’t afford to have the ceremony, you’re going to have to wait. I pay your wages, you can’t object to me!" and she kept going. So I ended up calling her an old hag and saying that I wanted today to be my wedding day, it was planned etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the very back of the church, top row, was one of my favourite residents, Mrs. Scott. She got up with her walker and said, "Don’t you worry honey, even if I have to drive you to ever church in town, you’ll be married by the end of today!". It was so sweet (I told her when I came to work tonight lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the priest told me that I should just go "calm down with your fiancé outside, I’ll get her out of your hair".  So I went outside and sat across Brandon’s lap and he was like "what’s wrong" and I told him everything. He kissed my hand and told me everything was going to be okay, and no matter what day our wedding day was it wouldn’t matter because we were in *insert L-word here*. &lt;i&gt;cue me stabbing myself in real life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up walking back towards my house, and at the end of Downey Rd he got a call on his cell, and then said, "I have to go home, I’ll come back to be with you later". He kissed me on the cheek, then continued down Rideau towards Nepean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was all upset that 1. My wedding fell through (every woman’s nightmare? Well at least I wasn’t left at the altar) and 2. my fiancé wasn’t with me to cheer me up. So I walked all the way back home where my parents were setting up the celebration banners and stuff. I explained to them what happened, and my dad was fuming at Mrs. Law lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie called me and when she asked where Brandon was, I told her he was taking care of a family emergency or something and said he’d be back later tonight. Just then he came in my room with a dozen or so roses ... He said to me, "you were the family emergency" and gave me a big kiss. I was like aw. Everything is okay now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I msgd Brandon about it this morning. That was another story that was too retarded to not tell someone right away. I think he thinks I’m a complete whackjob. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls to love.  Grar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m going to end this really long post ... now</content>
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    <title>My mother has such bad timing</title>
    <published>2006-05-28T14:39:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-28T14:39:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay so this morning, for a change, I felt kind of good about how I am physically. I was happy going out the door to work, and then as I walk past my mother, she gives me a look up and down and says, "You really need to start swimming again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, thanks mom ... you're a real kill-joy you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a diet. She knows that, so it's not like she's unaware that I'm trying. I have some little work outs to start with, then once my grammas pool opens up, I'll be going there after work a lot to do laps and cool off. If I can find a decent lane swim at a decent pool that doesn't cost an arm and a leg, I'll hit that place up a few times a week too. I have a new bike. Weekends I'm going to start biking to Katie's or Jack's or Meagan's or Brandon's or Sarah's or Midget's, or anyone else who wants me to comes by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoy. Eat your orange and be happy Kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of happy ... FUCKIN' RIGHT OILERS! First time since 1990 baby - LET'S GO ALL THE WAY! (FYI I am not a band-wagoner. Oilers are my Western Team. Always have been.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flights are booked and so are the hotels for Edmonton and Calgary for me and my mom. I'm getting kind of excited now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Master-Senior in Oshawa. I fuckin' wish I was there. Apparently Mike does too. I msgd him last night saying good luck, and he's like "thanks babe, and why the hell aren't you down here?!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for YABA in the fall. Not to mention my new balls ... where the hell are youuu?! It's been almost 2 months! Actually ... it HAS been 2 months! Ah well ... they'll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of waiting for packages to ship (oh we were &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; talking about that) ... Brandon's bday present finally came in. It was the gangster fedora that I had to order (well ... Jack ordered it) from some online hat store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know when you wait so long for something ... like a certain moment, and you build it up in your mind, and you just want it to be perfect? LIke you'll find the &lt;u&gt;perfect&lt;/u&gt; Christmas present for you mom in September, so you have to wait until Christmas morning for her to open it, but when she does finally open it, her eyes light up and it's absolutely perfect? That's what I wanted with the hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got the msg from Jack when I was at work, "The hat just came". I was sooo happy. I picked it up from his house that night, and went right to Brandon's house for him to open it. He had no idea what it was, and I had been taunting him about it since like ... February probably. He opened it and he was like "oh wow" and I could tell he loved it. The problem? THEY SENT A FREAKING SMALL. WE ORDERED A MEDIUM. IT'S TOO SMALL FOR BRANDON. GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Jack and I are trying to get in touch with the dude from the store to see if we can make an exchange or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it had of worked out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm supposed to be doing something with Manitoba and Alex. Dinner and a movie I think is what we're doing. They're supposed to tell me today. And the best part? I DON'T HAVE TO DRIVE! YAY SAVING GAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ... I'm at work, and I have to make some copies of brochures ... don't know why, all of the brochures are full. Oh wait, I know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause Sandra's an IDIOT&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm so effing emo/emu</title>
    <published>2006-05-24T03:22:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-24T03:22:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Garth Brooks - The Storm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I got another speech tonight about how I need an attitude adjustment around the house.&lt;br /&gt;a. I'm never home&lt;br /&gt;b. I told them what's bugging me ... didn't sink in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just don't want to wake up in the morning anymore and look at my ugly mug in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay told me tonight that I just have to let the guy eat out the the palm of my hand. She says they'll do it if you let them. What the hell ... I wish I knew these tricks. (They clearly don't exist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch bitch bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's gotta change around here. Something has to get better. I have to find something or someone to make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bang! Bang! Bang!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten points to whoever can guess what that noise is correctly first.</content>
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    <title>I HATE THE CBC</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T01:51:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T01:54:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>CBC before OT</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Correction: I hate Harry Neil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU HARRY NEIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd period, when it has been &lt;u&gt;tied&lt;/u&gt; at 2 since the 2nd, he kept saying "2-1 Buffalo here in Ottawa". It was &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; a one time mistake. All period!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU-READ THE GODDAMN SCOREBOARD. YOU KNOW, THE BIG FUCKING BOX HANGING FROM THE CEILING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ARENA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time the Sens won the draw or has control of the puck for a good chunk of time, Harry would start talking about how the Sens are hanging on by the skin of their teeth, how we're only at 4 in 8, and he would go on for a good minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOUNCE THE FUCKING GAME HARRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo frickin' hoo, your precious Leafs didn't make the playoffs. Quit creamin' your pants at the thought of Toronto's arch rival team getting beaten out of the playoffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE A NATIONAL NETWORK. WHY NOT TRY CHEERING FOR A FUCKING CANADIAN TEAM? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK YOU HARRY NEIL&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Stoooooolen</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T21:35:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T21:37:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Magic 100</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Work is gay. I work 54 hours this week. I'm going to be totally exhausted. And I realized that as lame as it sounds ... I need to go bowling. It chills me out :) I'm going tomorrow after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got my hair cut. Nothing major, but since I was going to be late for work, they couldn't dry it, so I have no idea what it's actually going to look like until tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm at the manor - I'M BORED SHITLESS hence the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stole the first thing from Dawn &amp; Bri, but I edited it a lil' bit. The second I stole from Ben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade me …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F = Damn you're ugly &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;D = Your parents must be related &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C- = You’re just someone I don't want to talk to, okay? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C = You're okay looking, but you need work... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C+ = You're just average &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- = You're kinda cute and you’re cool I guess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B = You're cute. And you're a pretty interesting person. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;B+ = Pretty damn attractive. I'd hit that. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A- = You're extremely attractive, and you're awesome. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A = Gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A+ = DAMN YOUR SEXXXAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A++ = SO HOTT will you marry me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A+++ = TAKE ME NOW ON THE TABLE AND KISS ME AND DON'T STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[IN 2006]]&lt;br /&gt;1. HAVE YOU HAD A GF/BF? no&lt;br /&gt;2. HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BIRTHDAY? yes&lt;br /&gt;3. GOTTEN DRUNK? yesss&lt;br /&gt;4. GOTTEN HIGH? no&lt;br /&gt;5. CRIED? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[IN THE PAST MONTH]]&lt;br /&gt;1. HAVE YOU HAD SEX? no&lt;br /&gt;2. KISSED SOMEONE? romantically, no but otherwise yes&lt;br /&gt;3. SLEPT IN A FRIENDS BED? yes&lt;br /&gt;4. SNUCK SOMEONE OVER? don't have to&lt;br /&gt;5. SNUCK OUT OF YOUR OWN HOUSE? no&lt;br /&gt;6. BEEN DRUNK? sadly no ... I have been tipsy though&lt;br /&gt;7. LIED? probably&lt;br /&gt;8. GOTTEN A CAR? dude where's my G1&lt;br /&gt;9. WENT OVER YOUR CELL PHONE BILL? for some retarded reason, yes&lt;br /&gt;10. BEEN CALLED A WHORE? yes, but in a loving way &amp;hearts; SKANKO&lt;br /&gt;11. DROVE SOMEWHERE? lol ya &amp;hearts; lil skid&lt;br /&gt;12. BEEN AWAY FROM HOME FOR OVER 2 NIGHTS? no&lt;br /&gt;13. SEEN AN OLD FRIEND? yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[IN THE PAST WEEK]]&lt;br /&gt;1. BOUGHT SOMETHING? yes&lt;br /&gt;2. CHOKED? *cough, hack* no&lt;br /&gt;3. WATCHED T.V FOR OVER 3 HOURS STRAIGHT? uhh maybe ... I'm sort of in awe of our new satellite dish at home, so now I can actually watch more channels than CBC and Global :P&lt;br /&gt;4. BEEN TO THE MOVIE THEATER? no&lt;br /&gt;5. BEEN TO A PARTY? no&lt;br /&gt;6. GONE SKYDIVING? uhh ... no&lt;br /&gt;7. BEEN TO THE BEACH? no&lt;br /&gt;8. SMOKED? no&lt;br /&gt;9. DONE DRUGS? no&lt;br /&gt;10. GOTTEN A GIFT FROM SOMEONE? yes&lt;br /&gt;11. BEEN OUT OF CONTROL? ... I wish I had a steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;13. MADE A C.D? no&lt;br /&gt;14. CALLED SOMEONE? yes&lt;br /&gt;15. HAD SOMEONE TELL YOU THEY LIKE YOU? no ... but someone asked me out *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[LASTS]]&lt;br /&gt;1. THING YOU BOUGHT? a haircut&lt;br /&gt;2. PERSON YOU HUGGED? Katie &lt;br /&gt;3. PERSON YOU TALKED TO? the nurse Karen just now&lt;br /&gt;4. PERSON TO CALL YOU? Katie&lt;br /&gt;5. LAST THING YOU SAID TO SOMEONE? yes, she slept in, but she's on her way&lt;br /&gt;6. LAST TIME YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH? this morning&lt;br /&gt;7. LAST TIME YOU TOOK A BATH? uhh a few weeks ago I think&lt;br /&gt;8. Last PERSON U KISSED? Mike I think&lt;br /&gt;9. THING YOU ATE? an apple&lt;br /&gt;10. WORD YOU SAID? always&lt;br /&gt;11. SONG YOU LISTENED TO? Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that wasted an ample amount of time. Blarg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shant rant my usual rantings today ... I'm sure you all know what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... and I think Casey comes home on Friday :S</content>
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    <title>blegh</title>
    <published>2006-05-03T21:26:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-03T21:26:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rascall Flats - What Hurts the Most</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I started full time work at Travel-Mor on Monday. I work 9-5, Monday to Friday, except Wednesdays when I get off at 3:00 to get to my job at the manor for 4:00; Wednesdays I work 9-9. Blegh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel-Mor isn't bad. Good people that I'm working with/for for sure. The Humes are great people, really easy going, so getting days off and shit like that isn't a big deal. The only problem is that since there's so much bending and working on my knees, my bad knee is really acting up. Really sore. I can hear it bending-not usually a good sign. Oh, and on my &lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt; day at work, I got hit on repeatedly, and then asked out by the grody little 17 yr old high school drop out. What the hell? Why do I only have the capability of attracting FREAKS?! GAHHH!! I'll be single forever at this rate. Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom kinda trash-talked Mike this morning. I dunno why, but it really hurt me. She kept going on about how full of himself he is. I know he's full of himself, but he's a great guy and genuinely cares about me and all of his other kids. It just hurt for her to say that. I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so everything is fucked up. The girls are leaving on Eh Day, so I can't have a bash with them ... one of my best friends wants to drink himself to death ... school fell to pieces and I just want everything to be fucking over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whine whine whine, bitch bitch bitch. That's me. Fuck me. Fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has got to fucking give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What if it's me?</content>
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    <title>Katie ... Meagan ... I'm a bad person</title>
    <published>2006-04-19T05:15:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-19T05:15:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stablio - Flawed Design</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know it's what you guys want, and it's going to be great for both of you. I know it's going to open a lot of opportunities for you and you're helping out the people who can't help themselves ... but I really don't want you guys to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to change. You're both going to be so different when you get back. You'll be fluent in a new language, have super strong/great bods, really bug bitten, and have had what will probably be the best experience of your life. You'll be the same people I love ... but you'll be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much I can do. Of course I'm going to support you guys in whatever way I can, 'cause I know you'd be heartbroken if you didn't do it. You're going to make me more proud than I already am of you guys. But I'm going to miss you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's selfish. I know I'm probably being really childish, but I don't care right now. I know I'll live ... I'm just not sure if I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do me one favour ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Don't forget about me?</content>
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    <title>good idea!</title>
    <published>2006-04-14T14:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-14T14:22:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;leave a secret/confession anonymously as a comment. come on, you know there's something you want to get off your chest. i'll post my own somewhere in there. feel free to post more than once. &lt;/b&gt;</content>
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